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This is a dream from last year:
Flying Cats
I am by a small tree in a meadow near the edge. I am sitting under the tree trying to figure out a rubik's cube but just when I am about to solve it all the colors are all messed up again. I notice a shadow fall on me so I turn around and look into the tree. There is an owl sitting on the branch looking at me. Then it swoops out of the tree and turns into half-cat in midair. As it lands it turns into all cat. The cat comes up and rubs against my legs and I pet it. It is purring. Then another owl jumps out of the tree and turns into a cat and comes over. Pretty soon there are about five owls jumping out of the tree turning into cats and jumping back, turning into owls and landing back in the tree. They keep doing this. As they land they roll around on their backs like happy cats when they get high on catnip. They are like little owl/cat griffins.

Another dream from last year:

The Story Time Cafe Presents: A Night In the Faerie Kingdom
I am with Mieko one late full moon night in a park. I give her one of my magic potions. We share it actually. It is Datura and Mushroom tea I want to show her a little bit of my world, you know? Because she has never known anything out of the ordinary.

We walk around and we walk up to a large oak tree. There is a wooden door in the side of the oak tree with a brass knocker on it and a doornob and wrought iron hinges. "Watch this!" I say and I knock on the door. An old elf lady answers the door. She is about four feet tall and wearing a shawl.
"Come in, come in!" She says. Mieko seems apprehensive so I smile at her as if to say "It's alright, come on." And we walk in down a spiral staircase. The old lady is very happy to have us there. The stairway opens into a large living room/kitchen. It is dimly lit. She introduces us to her husband who is an old hippie elf. He looks like he had a hard life smoking pot so he decided to retire, relax and smoke pot, you know the kind? He smiles at us but seems too stoned to talk.
The wife offers us some cookies (elves make the best cookies) but I politely decline and I give Mieko a look as if to say "don't eat food from this world if you want to come back." The wife says that the cookies used to turn out better when they used wood to burn in the oven, but the park rangers made them switch to gas. I think that is funny that 1. the park rangers even know you guys are here, and 2. They could make you change from wood to gas.
Together the husband and wife lead us back to the staircase which goes deeper into the ground. I can see that there is a whole world down there! Or a whole underground city village full of little houses like this. The husband says "Won't you go deeper?" I want to go but Mieko wants to go home and fold laundry.
So we don't go. We climb back up the stairs and out the tree trunk and there we are next to the old oak tree again. The breeze blows the branch aside and a beam of moonlight lands on me and when it does, I see that really I am all alone burying a toad under the tree! It is kind of like in the first pirates of the Caribbean movie when the moon shines on the bad pirates you see who they really are: skeletons. But in this case I was really alone burying a toad, not with Mieko! I felt confused like I was having a Datura flashback.

Anyway, that lasts for only a second and Mieko and I go into town to a place called "The Story Time Cafe". This is a place parents can bring their children at night with their sleeping bags and pillows and leave them there while the employees read the kids stories all night so the parents can go out. All the parents are going to this concert so we go also.

At the concert I wander away from Mieko and run into the old hippie elf! He has some more hippie elf friends with them and they ask me to be in their band! They like the way I play music. I say "Well, I'll have to think about it. I don't think I can make it down underground for practice that often."
"That's OK!" said the hippie elf. "We can come up here to practice, but we will have to play shows underground." "Alright!" I say.

I run into Mieko again and I tell her about it but she says that I won't have time to be in a band because I have to mow the lawn everyday.

Then I am on the stage at the Story Time Cafe telling this to the kids. It was all a story I was telling! I am sitting up in a sleeping bag on stage.

THE BUZZING OF THE BEES TANTRA

I am walking down a path in the woods with some people. I am excited and want to show them something even though I don't know what it is. Then it is just me and this girl I know walking down the path and hopping over fallen trees in the path. We arrive at this old shack or cabin. It is old and barely standing.

I go inside, now it is just me and I'm naked. I go inside the cabin and the whole inside is one giant bee hive. All the walls are beehive. There is sun shining through the cracks in the slats illuminating lots of honey. The honey is dripping down the walls and from the ceiling I am eating it up! I am licking it and scooping it with my hands like a Pooh Bear. There are big happy honey bees flying in and out of the cabin.

Presently the buzzing gets real loud. A loud droning coming from everywhere. My body starts buzzing as if my atoms are turning into energy (too much sugar?). I am vibrating blissfully. It is quite a sexy feeling. I am getting turned on. And then I hear the sound of drums. There is a drum circle somewhere nearby.

I use my Xray vision to look through the walls and see that there are a bunch of tribal people wearing bee masks surrounding the hive and playing drums. I continue eating honey amongst the loud drone of bees and the primal beat of the drums.

Made in the Shade

I am in a hot city with Spanish moss hanging from the trees. It is somewhere in the South. I am driving a car and I am wondering how the heck I got all the way over here. It is dusk and there is a lot of bars and music and nightlife.
Now I am walking by a river that goes through the city that is kind of underground, but open at the ceiling so I can still see the sky but there are pedestrian bridges going over the river. There are a lot of restaurants and bars outside so I don't know if I'm inside or outside. And drunk people celebrating joyfully. I can't tell if I'm in San Antonio or New Orleans.
I go around the corner and there is an old black blues guitarist sitting on a stool smiling at me. He has a harmonica in a harness around his neck, a tambourine under one foot and a rattle sticking out of his shoe. He has a hat on and transparent sunglasses. He looks kind of like Jiminy cricket.
He says to me: "Looks like you got it made in the shade!"
Me: "Made in the shade?"
Him: "And having fun in the sun>"
Me: "Well, I feel like I'm too rattled to shake and too stoned to roll."
Him: "Well I'm gonna give you a piece of advice, but I'm gonna let it out slow and lay it on you easy, so you can dig it. You got it made in the shade but you don't know it. You gotta be like rubber man."
Me: "Rubber band?"
Him: "You can be like a rubber band if that's your thing but don't stretch yourself too thin. Then you can bounce back."
The whole time he is smiling so much and looking at me over his sunglasses that it is contagious and I start feeling real good.
Him: "You see, everyone's got their dues they have to pay and you always pay yours on time, so I came here to spread a little sunshine for you so you can see your way."
He kind of sings this last line while playing his guitar and then he goes into playing "I Feel Good" by James Brown. And he is stomping on that tambourine and stomping his other foot with the rattle and it is some good music! Then he starts blowing on that harmonica.
Him (singing): "You're one of us now, so rise up singing. Spread your wings and fly!"
Later Dan Akroyd and Bill Murray jump out from behind a wall and they are cops. "Freeze!" Yells Bill Murray and Dan Akroyd handcuffs me.
"Hey! Aren't you Bill Murray?" I say. "Shhhh. Don't tell anyone" he replies and then he lets me go. It seems like they were only testing me to see if I would recognize them. We're all good friends and laughing.
I woke up this morning feeling all good and singing "I Feel Good" all day as I drove for 8 hours. I just got back home and now I write this down.

It all started last night as I lay in bed with my mind wandering like a tumbleweed through an old ghost town. After a while I start focusing my mind into a point while relaxing my face, my jaw and the rest of my body.
I start sinking into deeper levels of relaxation. I become aware that I am in a hypnogogic state when I notice I am watching a pickup truck driving down a driveway, kicking up dust. So I focus on my dream task, which is to dreamshare with CNDR.

I am on the verge of WILDing and I sense many possible dreams to step into all swirling around me. I am invoking CNDR's energy and feeling for it. Then I see glimpses of her: her arm, her hair, her silhouette against the moonlight coming through the window. I smell her and her hair. I hear her saying "Is it working?" or "It is working!" Or something very similar. Keep in mind I am not in the dream, but trying to completely fall asleep and enter the dream. But my monkey-mind starts getting excited and I try to calm it but the swirling wheel of dreams recedes a little. I can no longer see or hear or smell my dreams but I can still feel CNDR with my feeling sense. But eventually my mind comes back and starts wandering as the dreamtime slips away.

Organic Mechanic
I go hang out with a musician friend of mine (Greg) and a friend of his at a hotel lobby. Greg's friend wants us to stay and watch Emerson, Lake, and Palmer play a show. I don't think that I will stay, it costs to much and I am not a fan. But Palmer is a good drummer.
I notice that Greg's friend is vacuuming my car. He is vacuuming pieces of broken glass and I notice my windshield has a hole in it. Damn! He tells me he saw some shady guy break into it. I take the car to an auto body shop and ask them how much it will cost to fix it.
Mechanic: "What happened here?"
ME: "Some asshole broke my windshield"
Mechanic: "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it. There's no charge"
They started working on my car. Hey that is very nice of them to fix my windshield for free! I am going to recommend this place to my friends. But how can they afford to fix it for free. Surely they will have to charge me for at least the cost of the new windshield. I get the bill back and it is $500! I start talking to the guy and he says:
Mechanic: "This is how much it would have cost if I had charged you. This is for my hourly rate, as well as the hourly rate of the guy who made the windshield and the guy who delivered the windshield and the guy who made the glass for the windshield. You see, when you pay for something you pay for everybody who had anything to do with it, and they are all taking advantage of you because they are motivated by profit. But if they all realized like me that there is no such thing as money, the world would be a great place."
Me: "Hey, thank you! I will definitely recommend you to my friends"
Mechanic: "I am the Organic Mechanic

KAUA'I DREAMING

I am in Kaua'i swimming in the ocean! The beautiful tropical sun is tanning my body and the sea breeze is filling my lungs. I hear the sounds of surf and the smell of coconut and guava. The white sand beaches are brightly reflecting the sun. I am kayaking around the island with Kayak Kaua'i (In Waking Life I used to Work for Kayak Kauai). We are out on the part of the ocean that goes around the corner of the Kalalau valley into the Polihale.

Kalalau:


Polihale:


The current is strong here and the fish are gathering. I become lucid. The owner's son, who is one of the guys with us, is a real asshole, and has always been an asshole to me just because he thinks he is the shit because his Dad owns Kayak Kauai. So I summon a shark to get him. A shark comes and heads for his kayak. He starts screaming and I am laughing. But then I remember to love my DCs so I decide to turn the shark into a dolphin. Now we have dolphins all around our kayaks out there in the ocean. But I am feeling a little mischevious so I turn the dolphin back into a shark and the guy freaks out agian. Then I cahnge it back into a dolphin and the guy relaxes. But he had lost his oar! He couldn't paddle his kayak and he starts drifting out on the riptide. I throw him my oar and I use mind power to power my kayak. It is like a motorboat or a jet ski, but all mind power! I get very involved with flying through the ocean on my kayak with the dolphins all jumping and spinning and racing me! I love dreaming!

Pickle Frog Song

A little while later, I am back on land in some Hawaiian town hanging out on the lawn in front of some grocery store. This is not lucid. There is a little boy singing a song and picking his nose. The song goes:
"Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo, Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo"
but maybe it sounds more like "Picko Packo Pee-a-Boo"
I really like the song. CNDR comes up and I say "He is singing about his pet frog!" And CNDR starts laughing and we are both laughing joyously. The kid is very cute, picking his nose while he sings. His sister comes up and they both are chanting "Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo"
CNDR and I go into the store to buy some pickles but the owner tells us that they are all sold out since those kids started singing that song.

I dreamed I was asked to be the leading lady of a Canadian production of TLM (The Little Mermaid) since the director wanted someone to be perfect for the role and the casting director was in my neighborhood and heard me singing Ariel's song "Part of Your World", but I wasn't even in my part anymore but 2 streets over delivering catologoues-so he was like Prince Eric trying to find me in the town. But he did find me. But I was worried about a couple of things:
1) being kidnapped (they had hired body guards)
2) what would people think of a leading lady coming out of the blue from nowhere?

When I went to my first practice the people playing the mer-sisters, maids and princesses (all the same people) were jealous saying that since I didn't audition I shouldn't have gotten the part. So I showed them by singing "Part of Your World", then they realized that the casting person was correct.

I was so astonished about the person was going to play Prince Eric in my dream was a boy I grew up with that I fainted. Because when I fainted when there was commotion around me, some tried to kidnapped me and locked me in a closet where I came too (sp?) and people were looking for me but I heard the boy who I grew up with voice so I shouted "Limmer" his dog's name so he could find me.


So I could have some experience being in a rowboat with "Prince Eric" he and I went to a nearby pond and practice (well he practiced I should say since in that scene Ariel can't 'talk").

Somehow my body guards were knocked out and both he (boy I grew up with, playing Prince Eric) and I were kidnapped

We were like in this swamp place and there was this like house/shack, and it was supposly 0js bday, and Aw was there, then she said that she wanted to count 0js rings, so then she took off his pants and she started to give him head, i was like okk, and i began to swim away.]

It was like regatta, b1irdy was there and we were all on a boat and around it just like in regattas. Then i asked her if i could get a beer, she didnt hear me , so then i asked her again and she was like ´´yea its fine´´. She was waring glasses. Then in the boat there were heinneken but different colors, like a greenish normal one and then a bluish one, i get the bluish one and i put it in a red cup.

Finally, a lucid dream!

Started off with what seemed to be a nightmare, and was a tad shorter than I would have liked, but it ended quite interestingly enough .

Warning: dream ended up being pretty graphic, so be warned.

Started out with a few of my buddies sitting around talking about stuff that did not make any sense what-so-ever. We were all sitting in what looked like a run down hotel, door was wide open, as well as the windows. The windows reveals what looked like stairs going from the bottom of the hotel to the top, resembling metal stairs seen in NYC apartment buildings as a fire-escape. All of a sudden people break into the hotel, drawing automatic pistols, killing two of my friends. First thought was to run, and run as fast as I could. The remaining friend followed me out the door and we parted ways in separate directions.

I first ran through the open door, and jumped off the balcony onto a close rooftop of another building nearby. The killers kept close tail of me, following my lead off the balcony onto the roof. I continued off the edge of the roof, and hopped down on to the ground. Killers, still following my lead, closing in on me. When I hit the ground, I feel as though I am paralyzed, unable to move. I was laying next to a small children's pool it looked like. Several of the killers go to raise their automatic weapons to my face and are about to pull the trigger. The friend I parted ways earlier at the beginning of the chase all of a sudden grabbed one of the killers behind the neck in a choke-hold and looked at me and said "intense dream so far eh?"

I looked at a nearby sign by the pool I was laying next to and it proceeded to change every time I looked at it. I was dreaming! Now that I was awake I took a hold of the other killer's hand and ripped off his arm that had the gun in it. I then proceeded to transform painfully into a large timber wolf, as I do with nearly every LD. For some reason when I transformed in this dream, it hurt really bad. Usually the transformation in my dreams go by quite smoothly with little pain, however this was a different story. I felt my face painfully cracking and contorting outwards until it finally resembled a snout. Fur spread all over my body, and a feeling of intense goose-bumps covered my skin. My tail bone cracked and contorted as well. Sharp teeth sliced their way through my gums, at first with pain that mimicked shattering my teeth. Paws formed as each foot elongated, and my hands elongated and turned into paws as well.

After I was done changing, I looked at the man who stood under the control of my friend in form of a head lock. I sprinted and tackled the man by pouncing on to his chest. My friend, still holding the man down looked to me as though he knew what was about to happen. I decided to go ahead and finish off this nightmare with a bit of gore of my own, haha. Anyways, so I open my jaws up, and clench the killer's head in between my jaws. I proceeded to clench down as hard as I could onto the man's skull. After a few seconds, the man's skull gave in to the pressure, and I felt the cracking and breaking of it in between my jaws. That was then followed by warm blood filling up my mouth, and dripping down my throat. In a weird way, it actually sorta tasted good.

My friend then decided to follow my lead, and he ended up changing into a wolf after letting go of the killer's head who was now unrecognizable as a human being. Regarding the other killer with one arm, I don't know where he went. After that my lucidity sort of drifted off, and I was being controlled by my dreams once again. The rest of the dream involved me and my friend running off into the woods as wolves, then I suddenly woke up!

was somewhere a school and a tiny invisible needle went into my arm (didn't see it guessing), but I didn't fall asleep or anything but these two guys put me under a computer desk/table in a hidden room and left me there. All "I " knew when "I" was being kidnapped was the kidnappers knew that I knew something about something they wanted to know but my I didn't know what that is. A couple of seconds after they left a black-haired woman came in and sat down and accidentally kicked me (she did not know I was under the table) . Than, one of my friends from high school's dream self (who was taller and lanker than the real one))in my dream was in a Humphrey Bogart type of outfit (Fedora & trench coat ) and almost arrested this woman but "I said hold your horses, this woman didn't know I was under the table." Than for some reason this dream-friend asked to see my arms nothing was on the right arm, but on the left arm there was some lines and some blood. Than she and the other woman vanish into thin area. Than the 2 guys came back for me and forced me into their car (It was nighttime when we left the building). I kept trying to escape but every time I did the kidnappers got me back. The last thing that happened in the dream was signaling *with hand signals) another of my friends from highschool to call her dad and report a kidnapping but she didn't understand sign language so she got the last friend in my dream who for some reason was living in the same house as the other friend mentioned, to interpret what I was saying.

This dream happened when I was a very young child and twice: in one nightmare I was walking home with my Mom from the GO train (train that goes into Toronto in in Ontario, Canada ) station ( I didn't see the train or the station it self I just know that what we were heading from ) over top of the highway "bridge" and its was peaceful until a car with headlights on comes onto the sidewalk (I mean literally) and starts chasing mom and me on the sidewalk (thats when I woke up)

in the second dream same thing happened but we were closer to home this time on the 3rd main street in my town.

it was very vivid that I can remember like it was yesterday

DJ 10 (27 June 2010) I know this probably doesn’t count as a true dream journal entry, but I wanted to record the experience of a WILD attempt.

Tried BillyBobs method for WILD a number of times and wound up losing my concentration with my counting and breathing. Woke up realizing I had drifted off. I think that’s when the greeter dream came about.

There were also a number of Hall. Images that started coalescing into what could have been a dream. I guess I concentrated on them too much and forgot about the breathing/counting and being passive part of the technique. That’ll take practice, but nonetheless it was pretty cool to experience it.

Again, I know, not a regular dream journal entry, but an attempt at something new.

DJ 9 (27 June 2010) Just now remembering from the evening

Fragmented – partial

I was in a hotel lobby with another guy watching people come in for a barbershop quartet competition. Suddenly, the greeters at the door left and this guy and myself become the greeters. It seemed almost natural. Then I greet some ladies that walk through the door. It’s as if I can read their minds – they want to stay here and chat rather than go on in. I still feel like I need to continue greeting people, but I’m torn because I’d rather strike up a conversation with these ladies.

Suddenly, I’m on the phone to someone’s attorney – I don’t know what about. This happens a number of times during the dream. Then I make a call that after a couple rings I hang up (another attorney), but nobody answers. Immediately after, the parish priest calls me asking why I’m putting attorney’s clients at risk of losing their attorneys by calling them. (That was confusing) The dream ends

DJ 8 (27 June 2010) 0100

Extremely long dream - do figure with Donna again.

I’m with Donna at a super large mall. Too large to describe. I have never been to Mall of America, but this thing I was in would dwarf that I believe.

We are forced to take rented trams that operate like segues for two, and we drive them (no one helps). Donna takes the controls in front and I hold onto her and help steer by leaning. We are weaving traffic in the mall and hit a cop car/tram. He laughs it off. Isn’t the first time he’s seen newbies not know how to operate a tram.

All we’re trying to do is find a store to return a movie. Neither one of us has been here before, yet she swears that she knows where this store is in the mall. Neither one of us has a clue.

So we go on and eventually broadside another cop. This one’s pissed at us and starts giving us the third degree. His isn’t just a tram, but a full mall car. Black and white (kind of looks like a skunk on wheels), has lights on top, but the lettering doesn’t say “POLICE”. It starts out with a “P” but the other letters and symbols don’t resemble anything that means police. So, I argue on a technicality that he can’t arrest is for hitting a cop car, because his car Isn’t specifically labeled as a cop car, and point out his lettering. A few bystanders, some rather important, excitedly agree with us, and he’s forced to let us go. The rest of the dream, he’s chasing us in revenge.

We ditch the tram, and have to climb rickety shelving to reach the second floor. Donna has little problem traversing the shelving being lighter than myself. (I’m not large – but she’s fairly petite). She goes on, and I’m left behind trying to make my way up and through the shelving, At one point I am stuck and have to back out. There are tons of people around sitting on the shelving and I notice that some of it is starting to slip out of there holders (this is where the people sit, so they are going to fall about thirty feet down to the next floor).

I yell at then to get off the shelving, to which I’m desperately clinging to, and they’re looking at me like I’m from another planet, but they get off. Once they’re off, I’m terrified because I know how high up I am and now I’m trying to make my way back to where I started. The shelving is starting to slip off its brackets. I look down and notice I’m, only about a foot off the floor, and realize how stupid I must have sounded. Embarrassed, I get to the second floor and search for Donna.

I eventually find her in the store watching a movie, so a cuddle up next to her and finish watching. She’s very cold toward me because of how late I arrived, and didn’t care to hear about my adventures I getting there.

At some point at the end of the show/movie we’re on the floor cuddled up and she’s playfully rolling up the hideaway bed with her foot as I’m somehow caught under it. I try to stop her from using her hands to roll it, but she wasn’t using her hands. She was using a foot. I felt like I was being trapped, but not harmed in any way. We both laughed about it after wards.

Later we’re sleeping on a rather large bed (king size I suppose) with her two sons (from a previous marriage). We’re all trying to find room to do this and decide to stay in opposing corners of the bed. Then we start invading each others territory – the bed is shrinking. It was not a good situation, nor a very happy one. (This didn’t correlate with any other part of the dream)

I remember running onto a miniature golf park, but with a sprinkler system. Somehow the first time I avoid getting wet. But the second time, when we’re trying to escape the mall (I’m not sure where that came in) I run unto the golf park (it’s huge – and black) I start tripping the sprinklers like little pop-up land mines. They start poking up through the ground wherever I am and start getting soaked. I fell down at one point and damn near had a sprinkler catch me in the ass – not pleasant. Once I get to a safe spot an old college friend (Ranger – nickname) came up to me and we started laughing about the whole golf scenario.

While we are exiting the mall, when we get through the shelving between floors on the way down, there was this water park like atmosphere. I took a raft from the edge and threw it out into the water. I was pissed off that nobody would believe our story in the mall. Some lady had wanted to use the raft (I didn’t realize this at first). She didn’t take any offense to it – just waited for it come back.

In the dream, as I was escaping to get out of the mall there were these goofy stairs that had rotating cylinders on all the steps sometimes turning in one direction (down the strairs, or up the stairs, and sometimes in opposite directions so you didn’t know what step to put your foot on. I just jumped over the whole damn stairway (there were only 4 or 5 steps). I guess I should have realized I was dreaming at this point.

Hell it never occurred to me to become aware during any part of this dream, and it was a rather long one with all sorts of cues. I feel like an idiot not being aware, but glad I was able to remember so much of it.

Anyone want to throw out why I'm suddenly dreaming so much with my ex-wife in the picture. I mean come on 6 out of 8. I was kind of kidding with the whole use Donna as a dream sign thing, but now that I'm keeping track of my dreams I'm beginning to wonder.

(25 June 2010)
I remember nothing!!!!

DJ 7 (26 June 2010) Kind of a longish dream, more detail.

Housing project - Donna

Vivid dream about being in a subdivision that is newly being developed. Our house finished; although, the landscaping is simple dirt. There’s an oscillating sprinkler in the yard that has an unusual pattern is watering the grass. It bothers me, but at the same time I remember being mesmerized by it waiting for the pattern to repeat itself. I watch it for about 4 cycles then continue the conversation with our neighbors.

The landscape to our house has a very steep incline, and a rather long one too, with loose dirt. Donna asks that I come in and help her with the furniture. So, I bound up the landscape without any trouble whatsoever. This shouldn’t be for physical gravitation going up the slope should have made it extremely difficult. I gave it a passing thought in my dream as I’m trying to figure what Donna wanted done with the furniture.

I get in the house, and the furniture is in a pieces on the floor. It’s the put together type of furniture, but normal press-board check ass stuff. It’s real hardwood. But, why it would have to be assembled is troubling.

I start looking at the pieces and think how the project is going to be daunting because of the weight of real wood and the number of pieces. I look at Donna, I look at the instruction and then back to what should have been the pieces. They are now assembled into a rather elaborate china hutch, but the molding/trim to the base of the cabinet is missing and looks to need a rather difficult miter cut.

I look at the pieces that they provide for base and realize there is now extra for mistake. So I look at he instructions to see what lengths and angles they recommend and then start to go set up a miter saw, but as I look down, the pieces are now cut.

At no point in this dream did I say, “Hey stupid, you’re dreaming”. I wasn’t even aware, like in the previous dreams, other than the going up the landscape thingy, but I was in hurry to get somewhere, so paid it no attention.

That was a frustrating dream. Vivid – but frustrating, because it now appears that there were so many opportunities to at least sense awareness. Somebody please help me……

DJ 6 (24 June 2010)

Another 5 minute nap episode. Another dream involving Donna

Very brief dream. My brother and I are in an office talking with a total stranger sitting behind a desk. (A ton of paperwork pilled on it by the way). Suddenly, we’re discussing my ex-wife and our living arrangements and the paperwork that needs to be filled out and lost on this guy’s desk. I look at my brother and look at the desk and wonder why I’m discussign Donna with a complete stranger, when our relationship (or unrelationship) has already been finalized. I’m aware that I wouldn’t normally be talking to anyone else about this and come to the conclusion that I’m dreaming.

Again I waste the awareness. But the stupid alarm goes off and I have to get ready for other duties. STUPID ALARM. I’m not sure I’d be able to know what – if anythong – I’d have sone with awaareness anyway.

DJ 5 – 25 June 2010

Billiards

I’m in a pool hall with some friends. I don’t know who these people are, but I recognize them in my dream (or treat them in my dream) as friends. Anyway, we’re playing guy/girls teams, and halfway through a game I recognize that there are more balls on the table than there had been on the previous shot, or on another shot all of the opponents balls were not on the table at all.

I tell myself in the dream, “This can’t be right” and I’m aware that I’m dreaming, but then something catches my attention and I go along with the dream (can’t recall what it was that distracted me),but then I woke up.

Am I getting closer? Even if by chance happening? I didn’t know what to do with theh awareness in the dream. And it’s more frustrating now that I’m awake, because I feel like could have been there.

It’s t he same type of feeling after you’ve been in a tornado. I was more scared after the fact tot realize that I could have very easily been killed. Now I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna get killed in my dream, but it’s the after-realization of the event that is stronger than the not utilizing the awareness at the moment.

Does any of this make any sense?