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I lie on my back and relax myself by imagining my feet sinking into the bed. I alternate "pushing" my face and my feet deeper into relaxation. I replay a memory in my mind from earlier in the day, riding my bike through the grassy hills with my little brother. When I feel relaxed enough, I roll to my left side and begin feeling my body hum with energy. The humming gets stronger, vibrating my body until I feel like my head will explode. I encourage the vibrations to get stronger, while keeping my breath even and calm. I imagine the feeling of swaying back and forth, loosening myself from my body.

I am still imagining myself bike riding through a grove of sycamores. This visualization starts to flicker, flashing back and forth to another scene that feels more vivid. In this new scene, I am rollerskating, swaying back and forth down a city street. It feels completely real, but I am still aware of my real body back in bed. I keep myself breathing evenly in the dream, and can feel my real body doing the same back in bed.

I am moving fast, half-skating, half-flying over the steep hills of San Francisco. Buildings flash past me, as I soar inches from the ground, flying faster than a car on a freeway. There are crowds of people all around me, but I weave in and out of them with ease. As I enter the towering skyscrapers of the financial district, I throw out a long cable or rope, hooking it onto a nearby building. I pull myself up on it, launching myself into the air like spiderman. My swing sweeps in a wide arc along the street before shooting me high above the nearby rooftops. Once airborne, I fly around the skyscrapers, admiring their realism and detail.

After several minutes exploring the city from above, I stop midair, and just admire the view I have of the whole city. As I focus my vision on each part of the city, buildings seem to appear and disappear. Each building I look at seems to gain detail, while the others fade into obscurity.

I am still consciously metering my breathing to keep the dream stable. I can feel my body breathing, back in bed. By shifting my attention, I easily return to my body. I use this technique several times to "reset" the dreamscape. Back in bed, I simply fly out of my bedroom, and smash out the front window of my house to fly to a new scene. I explore several different scenes, including some old neighborhoods from my childhood and the picturesque canyon lakes from Twoshadows' photos.

The last time I fly out of my window, I just fly around my neighborhood a bit. It looks like the sun is just coming up, illuminating the bare branches of the winter trees in crisp sunlight. I hover slowly around the neighborhood, even with the tops of the trees. As I watch their swaying branches, they start to sprout buds, then flowers, and finally leaves. The seasons seem to pass before my eyes, and soon the trees are covered in lush green leaves.

I explore some streets I have never been down before, curious to see what they look like. Strangely, they all seem to be from the early 1980s. The cars are stereotypical of the late 70s and early 80s (including some pinstriped Chevy vans that make me laugh). The streets are full of children, playing outside. I land to play some playground ball games with a few of them. I show off a little, throwing the ball impossibly high in the air, then leaping up to catch it. The sight of so many happy children playing outside and enjoying life makes me very emotional. I laugh so hard, I start crying tears of joy. I can feel my real body back in bed laughing and crying, also. It distracts me a little, and brings my attention back.

My girlfriend gets out of bed and starts stomping around the house. She keeps yelling at me to wake up, saying she is making my favorite breakfast. I try to stay in the dream, mumbling to her through my sleep paralysis. She turns on a loud movie called "Order of the Phoenix", apparently a sequel to the movie "The Water Horse."

I finally give up, and open my eyes. Instead of my bedroom, I see an out of place scene of a mirrored closet door. From my viewing angle, I see a strange purple glow reflected from the corner of the mirror. There is something glowing just out of my field of vision. I try to move my head to see, but I am paralyzed. I relax, and let my consciousness drift away from my body so I can see what is glowing. My point of view floats to the side, and I am startled by an unexpected sight. A beautiful, half naked woman is dancing wildly in the corner of the room. Her skin is glowing purple, like a neon sign, and her body is clothed in massive amounts of gold jewelery. I think to myself that she looks like some sort of Hindu goddess. In response to the thought, her dancing and spinning reveals several more sets of arms.

Interrupted, my vision snaps back to where it should be, and I feel like the dream is over. I get out of bed, but notice I am still in the strange room with the mirrored closet door. This must be another false awakening! I see a naked, teenage girl inspecting her reflection in the mirror, unaware of my presence. She is crying, obviously very unhappy about her skinny teenage body. I float over to her, and give her a hug before floating out of the room.

There is a party going on in this house. It seems like a fraternity. I turn visible, and create a body for myself. People are surprised to see me appear, naked, in the middle of their party. They start lightheartedly teasing me and joking with me. I laugh with them, explaining that I am a model, and am doing a photoshoot in this house. A group of guys shows me out to the courtyard garden, where there are tables set up with a catering company. It looks like a wedding reception, or reunion of some kind. We sit down and have some drinks at one of the tables, waiting for our food to come. I explain to them that this is all a dream, and show off some cool tricks. One of the guys throws plates into the air for me. I use my telekinesis to make them fly around and do flips before landing in a stack in my hand.

I slip in and out of lucidity at the party. Eventually, I realize what a long dream this has been, and decide I should wake myself up to write it all down. All together, the dream lasted at least 60-90 minutes, and was incredibly vivid. There were parts I didn't even record in my bedside journal, and parts I left out of this writeup. I wish I had time to write it all down, or explain how much fun it really was.

I haven't posted many dreams lately, because I've been dedicating all my recent lucid dreams to meditating and seeking "the void." I have a lot of stress lately, and meditating while lucid is INCREDIBLE for relaxing and getting back to my true self. Unfortunately, these dreams can't really be written in any interesting way, so I haven't updated in a while. That being said, this next dream slipped through due to... hormones... so I guess I'll post it.

I wake up from a dream about a huge pool party at the Playboy Mansion, but I don't yet open my eyes. Did I set my alarm? Am I late for work? What time is it? As I consider opening my eyes to check the time, I start to see a clock form before me in my mind's eye. The scene develops into a light dream where I walk around my house, checking the time on every clock. I can still feel my body, back in bed. Somehow, I convince myself that I can check the time by comparing every dream-clock in my house. They all say the same thing, 10:30 am. There is no way this is correct.

I realize I'm really close to a lucid dream. The scene around me is very vivid, but I am still completely aware of my body back in bed. I bring my hands up in front of my face, opening and closing my fists and counting my fingers. While I do this, I can feel my real hands in bed doing the same thing. I don't have a full body in the dream, only what I can see of my hands in front of my face. I hold my fists out like superman, and fly slowly out my front door. Out in the sunlight, the dream feels much more stable. I can now feel my feet on the concrete, as I walk down the driveway of my old childhood home. Like a retard, I am still holding my hands out in front of me like superman. They look hyper-real, and I can see every pore and hair on my skin, crisp and clear.

I am still slightly aware of my body lying in bed, and feel crazy horny. The combination of my raging morning-wood and the memories of the playboy pool party are too much. It does not take me long to decide what I want to do. I walk down the street yelling out, "Ladies, ladies, come on out of your houses." In response to my command, people start pouring out of every house on the street. They are all my old friends from when I was a kid in this neighborhood. They are all exactly as I remember them, and are either kids or parents. I continue down the street, yelling for people to come out of their houses, looking for anyone I might want to have sex with. As I round the corner, I see my super hot friend walking down her driveway. She is dressed strangely, but looks great. She is wearing a long, tight purple dress made of denim held closed in the front by a line of large metal buttons.

I meet her halfway down the driveway, and don't even wait to take her inside. We start making out, and I toss her on her back on the front lawn. She hikes her dress up around her waist, while I make my way up her legs with 1,000,000 kisses. She lifts her legs in the air to slip her panties off, like a pinup girl. I look up her body, watching her unbutton the front of her dress. My vision looks strangely distorted for a second, like my perspective is all off. I think for a second, "Yeah, there is a lot of difficult perspective in this scene," as if I were drawing or painting this. I'm afraid I'll lose the dream, and I briefly consider waking myself up to continue this for real with my girlfriend.

Before I can consider it further, I hear a bus pull up. The driver yells at us that we will be late for work, so we climb on board. My friend holds her dress closed with one hand, grabs my hand with the other, and drags me to the back of the bus. Seated in the corner, I keep one hand inside her open dress while the bus driver takes us on a wild ride. The driver is Wallace Shawn from Princess Bride. He narrates the whole trip as he swerves dangerously around the streets, "Woops, that was a stop sign! Look out for the puppy!" I ignore his antics, as my friend slides over to my lap. She reaches back to unzip my fly, then wiggles herself down onto me. It feels so incredible, I nearly wake up. I know I don't have a lot of time until my alarm goes off, so I start going to town on her. Her dress falls open as she leans back to lay her head against my neck. People on the bus keep glancing back at us, getting a great view of her naked body spread out on top of me.

Just as we are finishing up, the bus driver yells at us, telling us we are stopping for lunch. We quickly put ourselves together, and jump off the bus. We are at a small roadside deli. Inside, I see someone from our bus arguing with the cashier. He has buckets full of sodas, and a stack of notecards with everyone's sandwich orders. He bosses me around, trying to get me to order the sandwiches. I tell him, "I've got problems of my own, figure it out." The cashier grabs the notecards, and sends us outside.

This guy keeps yelling at me. I ignore him, and look around at the incredible cityscape that has appeared, where there used to be only empty road. I eventually tell him, "What are you stressed out about? This is all just a dream." To prove it, I hold my hands in front of me, thinking I'll create a small ball of fire to impress him. Nothing appears, except for a small wavy translucent sphere. This is enough to make this asshole stop talking, and look quizzically at me. I try again, and this time I see the air get all wavy and distorted, like heat coming off asphalt on a summer day. Suddenly, the air in front of me explodes into a huge fireball in the shape of a bird. Everyone is knocked to the ground. My whole body is on fire, but I feel no pain. Flames stretch out from my shoulders like huge fiery wings. I look around, flapping my wings slowly, and listening to the heat crackle like a blowtorch. My friend walks out of the deli, her eyes glowing orange with flames, and her own pair of fiery wings trailing behind her. She looks at me with her beautiful fiery eyes, and her wings stretch forward to touch mine. We wrap our wings around each other in a cocoon of dancing flames.

Suddenly, I remember I might not have set my alarm. I want to stay, but I wake myself up so I won't be late for work. Turns out I still had 10 minutes, but that just gave me more time to write this all up.

I'm having drinks with my old roommates, planning an upcoming party for Bay To Breakers. I suddenly realize my friend, who I haven't seen in years, is at the bar. She sits down with us, and we catch up a little. I'm completely amazed by the coincidence, but everyone else seems nonplussed. I especially can't believe the lack of reaction from my roommates who used to jealously compete with each other for her attention. I'm a little mad that nobody else seems to care. Maybe they talk to her every day, or something, but I'm excited to catch up with her. At the last minute, as she is walking out the door, I decide I can't let this opportunity pass. I jump up to walk her home.

Instead of heading back to the hotels, she starts walking towards the beach. It is a long walk, but the warm evening air and full moon make me glad I left the crowded bar. I'm secretly glad we get a long walk, so we can catch up and joke about old times. I'm extremely attracted to her, and super nervous. She is wearing a light one piece sundress over her swim suit, and looks beautifully fresh and warm. I feel like a teenager asking someone out to the prom.

The evening is beautiful, and I briefly wonder why I ever left Hawaii. This confuses me, because I don't know why I am even back here. I haven't lived here in years. Then, I wonder what the heck all my college friends are doing here, too. I don't have much time to ponder this, because before I know it, we are at the beach. We climb down the back side of the dunes to the small cove where she has set up camp with her friends. I don't understand how they can be staying here, so close to the rocky surf. She tells me it has something to do with a summer adventure camp she is leading, and that her friends will be back any minute.

As we hug goodbye, she leans in and kisses me tentatively. I return the kiss, enthusiastically, and we start furiously making out. I kneel in the sand, and reach up under her dress to untie her swim suit. I kiss across her belly and hips, as I run my hands up and down her body, amazed at how smooth and soft her skin is. She pulls the dress off over her head, then sits down to straddle me in the sand, pulling my shirt over my head.

Suddenly, we are interrupted by voices approaching down the beach. Her friends must be on their way back. We grab our clothes, and scramble back up the dunes for more privacy. We find a more secluded place in the grassy sand, but the voices seem to follow us. We are repeatedly interrupted, our mounting passion turning to frustration every time we have to flee further up the hill. At the top of the hill, we come to a cliff where the view opens to a breathtaking panoramic of the beach lit by the moonlight. I see her standing at the edge of the cliff, her beautiful nude body silhouetted against the sparkling water below. She looks incredible, clutching her clothes in one hand, and her long, windblown hair in the other. The scene is just too surreal, and I immediately know this must be a dream.

I approach her, saddened by the knowledge that none of this is real. Her eyes look empty now, as if my lucidity has chased her spirit away. I realize I don't even remember what color her eyes really are. Now that I'm lucid, I can barely even remember what she looks like. My memories of her have faded, blurring her into some generic, cornball beach sex fantasy. I kick myself for never appreciating life enough while I am living it. Too often, I take my friends for granted. I'm frustrated that my memory is so spotty, and that even this hyper-realistic dream recreation is so fake and cheesy.

As I stand eye to eye with her, I think of all the amazing possibilities open to me now that I am conscious in this dream. I can fly directly into the sun, swim with giant squid in the deep ocean, turn into a unicorn that farts leprechauns who fart rainbows. I can feel my mind struggling to tell me I can share these adventures with her; that we are somehow sharing this dream. As much as I want to believe it, her blank stare reminds me that it is not true.

I then realize that I can share this with her in some way. I'll just have to remember it well enough to tell her about it tomorrow. At least I will be able to share the memory of it with her. Like an idiot, I think this is some great epiphany, as if I just invented human communication, or something. I hold her by her shoulders, and excitedly whisper in her ear, "There is so much fun we can have." I immediately rocket us straight up into the night sky. I watch her blank face and empty eyes as we burst through a layer of fluffy cartoon clouds. We hover for a second, weightless at the top of our ascent. I can tell she is trying to hold back a grin, faker! We start to fall, and I feel my stomach lurch like a roller coaster. The exhilarating feeling of the freefall breaks her stoic facade, and she lets out an uncontrollable giggle.

Revived, I take her for a flight along the open ocean. We swoop down along the moonlit water, and back towards the beach. The hilltop where we began has grown to a wide grassy plain. I reach down and feel the damp grass as we glide along, inches from the ground. Up ahead, I can see the remains of a ruined stone city. The masonry is covered in Islamic calligraphy, and I know it is the remains of some great Spanish mosque. We land, and walk around the ruins. Only one arch remains standing. I try to imagine it is a gateway to more dreams and adventures. In response to my thought, it starts to shimmer like some sort of portal. We hold hands and jump through.

There is no transition, only an abrupt scene change to an endless prehistoric swamp filled with gigantic grazing dinosaurs. A series of small islands dot the surface of the murky water. We leap from island to island, saying hello to the bizarre dinosaur creatures like this is some sort of theme park or zoo. All the creatures speak with stuffy Brittish accents. We have small, overly polite conversations with each of them. I begin to lose lucidity doing this, and it ends up turning into an old-school pixelated '80s video game where we have to leap from island to island, smashing skeletons and mummies with giant tree branches.

Eventually, we end up in a modern day city with a large fountain in the center. An evil wizard holds control of the city, and has trapped all our friends in clay. We explore the city, collecting small voodoo dolls of our friends. We bring them to the center fountain, and wash the clay from them in the salt water. This somehow releases the evil magic, and allows our friends to be freed. By the end of the dream, I had the city filled with hundreds of my best friends, all partying at some sort of giant reunion.

I push my sister on a swing at the local park, enjoying the carefree life of children. Suddenly, the sand beneath us starts to move, flowing towards some sort of sink hole in the center of the sand pit. It starts to suck me in, like quicksand. My sister grabs me with one hand, and with the other, holds onto the chain from the swing. There is some sort of terrible vortex or black hole, sucking everything into it. The air swirls like a tornado, crackling with lightning as it is sucked into the vacuum. We hold on, but the vortex sucks in the swing set, hurdling us both into blackness.

We fall into a post apocalyptic world run by evil robots. They recognize us as humans, and chase us relentlessly through a ruined city of blown out buildings and shattered stone. Cornered, we realize we will not be able to escape them. They have been programmed to hunt down humans and kill them, and are perfectly designed for the job. Just when all hope is lost, an old, beat up truck crashes into the crowd. We hop in the back as it speeds away from the town.

The evil robots hop on their motorcycles and give chase, grabbing at us in the bed of the pickup truck as we careen around dangerously narrow mountain roads. We climb into the cab of the pickup truck for safety, only to find it is also being driven by a robot. This robot looks different. His clockwork mechanics look much older than the polished hydraulics of the evil robots. Rusted and dented, he looks like he is barely holding together as his bolts shake loose from the vibrations of the high speed chase. His bottom jaw hangs on a hinge, giving the illusion of a wide goofy smile.

He calmly recounts to us the history of this world, while still swerving dangerously along the mountain roads, harried by hordes of evil high tech robots. He absentmindedly jerks the wheel this way and that, without even seeming to pay attention to the road or the dangerous situation. Apparently, he opened a wormhole in time to find help. This is the future, where robots have destroyed all the humans and taken control of the planet. With no remaining humans, he had to bring us from the distant past. He doesn't seem to notice, or care, that we are just kids.

Our friend's erratic driving and the dangerous winding road combine to knock our pursuers off the sheer cliffs, one by one. As the last one clatters down the rocks, our truck swerves into the side of the mountain, crashes through the thick brush, and into a hidden cave. This is the resistance's secret mountain hideout. Our rescuer is the only remaining member of the good robots who once served the humans. While still rambling incessantly, he leads us deep into the mountain, where an underground hanger houses an enormous futuristic airship, long overgrown with moss and vines. It is clear that our robotic friend is completely insane, but has some sort of harebrained plan to save the world that somehow includes my sister and myself.

After much clanking and kicking, the airship sputters to life, and we launch out of the mountain to take on the evil robotic empire. While we sneak on board the floating capitol city, our robot hacks into the security system to begin sabotaging all aspects of the automated city. Everything goes haywire, the whole city turning on itself. We take advantage of the chaos to confront the evil robot emperor. He is protected by an elite team of 12 invincible super combat robots. They chase us around the throne room as the floating city's guidance system fails, and the whole complex starts to plummet towards its demise.

It is here that our clockwork companion reveals himself as the previous emperor who ruled over a peaceful society where both humans and robots lived in harmony. With what remains of his power, he uses his emperor-level-computer-clearance to access the mainframe and reprogram the elite 12 into his own bodyguards. They turn on the evil emperor, smashing him to a pile of scrap metal. Our robot sits on the throne, and restores order to the city, landing us safely in a grassy flower covered meadow. He opens a portal to send us home. As we wave goodbye, we see primitive humans appear from the treeline of the dense surrounding forest, looking in wonder at the marvelous robot city that has landed in their garden paradise.

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

My dreams seldom contain spiders. However, when they do, it's always more of a joke than a nightmare.

I was on the flat rooftop of a building with my sister. Both of us were aware that it was getting dark, but we were still up there, goofing around and having fun. There were walls on each side of the roof, but there was no ceiling, so it looked more like a room than an actual rooftop. In one corner of the room was a large fish tank, twice the size of an average one, and in another was a couch. We both went to the fish tank to observe it for a while.

It had quite a few bizarre specimens. Unfortunately, I can't recall everything that was inside it, but I could remember two of them. The first creatures were pink/red, thin, spider-like animals on the side of a piece of wood. There were two of them, and slightly longer than they were wide. They had six or seven legs, spaced evenly around them like a starfish. I may draw these later and post the image here. There was also a green and yellow, paler in color, lizard with paddle-like hands and feet. The limbs were slightly longer in size than they should have been, and the lizard itself was around the length of my wrist to my elbow.

We spent half the dream observing these creatures. I remember being extremely intrigued by the "spider starfish". However, we decided that it would soon be time to get back.

There was a door leading to stairs, leading to downstairs, raised up a few steps. As we began walking towards the steps, we saw a maroon/black, fuzzy spider (less than half the size of my palm) walking around the floor by the fish tank. We both looked at each other and bolted towards the door, freaked out. My sister looked back while we ran this and exclaimed, "it's following us!" I looked back too, and saw the spider moving, fairly quickly, towards us. Faster than a spider would normally travel. This scared me a tiny bit because I don't like spiders that much, but I also laughed because I thought it was hilarious how it would be traveling in the direction we were in. I never assumed once that I may have been dreaming.

"Effing spider", I said, half jokingly and half creeped out, before we went through the door.

Man Of Steel lived in a small rural town. He was a jack of all trades, or a renaissance man. He ran the family store, helped treat the local farm animals when they got sick, and was even on the local fire squad. He was good at many things and always willing to help, but his extreme personality and curiosity got him into trouble a lot.

He and his brother were investigating rumors of a local buried treasure. Apparently, back in the early, wild days of the town, a couple bank robbers had hid money somewhere nearby. MOS's investigation led him into all sorts of unlucky situations and dangerous encounters, eventually leading to his brother's death.

He finally found that the money was buried in the local diner, which used to be the town saloon. This surprised him, because his girlfriend ran this diner, which had been in the family for generations. When he asked his girlfriend about the money, she told him she had found $136 bricked up in the wall several years ago. Maybe that was considered a treasure back in the 1800s, but by today's standards, it hardly seemed worth his brother's death.

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

This dream began with me being inside a community-type building. The walls in the building were made of a rosy, slightly yellow brick, as depicted in the image below, with the floor being a lighter eggshell blue, like in a hospital setting. I know there were signs on the walls and overhanging on the ceiling, also like in a hospital, but I cannot recall what they said or even what they were about.

I was walking down a wide hallway in the building, and I suddenly saw the sign for a restroom. I immediately took that route, as I had to fix up my hair or something; however, I can't remember what exactly the reason was. I turned to the left into a narrow, short hallway. There was a men's restroom on the left of the hall, and a women's on the right. I went through the door of the restroom, and looked around. There was no one there; I only look in the mirror to check myself out if no one's around; I'm self-conscious that way. Anyways, I walked forward and looked in the mirror. My brown hair was shorter than it should have been; it was down to my chin instead of my shoulders. This looked bizarre, far too bizarre, and so I became lucid. I thought for a second about what I'd do, and then decided to try controlling another DC and have a fight. Practice some dream combat, or the latter. I thought the best way to do this was to get to my school and summon one of my classmates. I came up to the restroom door again and, before exiting, envisioned the door leading right into the atrium of my school. Here is the description of the school from an older entry.

The main section of the school, right when you walk in, consists of a large, long atrium with a triangular glass roof, which allows for much light to enter the school, making it fairly airy and bright. Classrooms are on the left and right of this atrium, and near the entrance there's a large set of stairs on the right, just before the classrooms begin. The main tones in the building include light beige, light eggshell blue tiles, and accents of paler turquoise, such as on the window frames and stair handles.

I entered the atrium after attempting to summon the location twice; the first time I opened the door, the building was dark-lit and had no similar colors. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to summoning locations in dreams, as it's one of my stronger suits. The second time I got it right, and walked right into the middle of the atrium, coming from the side. It was light, as if it were daytime, and there was no soul in sight. This would make it a tiny bit harder to summon someone, as I felt discouraged for some reason. I looked to the left, down the atrium, and then turned around, expecting one of my classmates to be there; I succeeded the first time. The classmate who appeared was a real person: she had long, solid brown hair down to her shoulders, and she was wearing a bit of makeup, even though she normally doesn't wear anything. She was also wearing jeans and a maroon tank-top, slightly loose, with a white hoodie.

The girl immediately began walking towards me, after I came up with a quick expectation: that she'd start fighting with me. I've been finding it easier than ever to control DCs; this includes their emotions, facial expressions, and overall actions. Since I don't share as strong a belief that DCs are somehow a projection of your conscience, I find it easy to do this type of dream control.

As soon as she got close, probably around two or three feet away, she stopped.

Her first words were, "I'm going to get you back so good right now, and it's not even funny."

Of course, this only made me even more excited. If I hadn't been lucid and that happened, it would have scared me. But, I was lucid, so it didn't. She then lunged forward and punched me, but I recoiled backwards, dodging it. I punched her back and she went flying a good fifty feet down the atrium.

Note: My ability to WILD has really gone down the crapper lately. On the other side, the number of FAs I have that turn into lucid dreams has gone way up. I guess I'm just greedy and I want it all! My plans for this night were to go back to a Legend of Zelda dream MoSh had a ways back and also to find out who it was I released that dark energy entity to last night. The other thing I wanted to do was open that locked book. I have a feeling there are a lot of answers in it if I could just remember to open it!

I was in my car. I was driving down a road. It was snowy out, and I was thinking I didn't have much experience driving in the snow. I was being very careful. I was there to meet MoSh. I was going to pick him up. Then there was a place we were going to explore. An ice cavern, like the one in the video game Legend of Zelda, A Link to the Past. I drove up a winding hill, sure my car would get stuck, but it didn't. I pulled up in front of MoSh's house and got out of the car. I went up to the front door and knocked. MoSh came to the door. He looked at me strangely. I told him I was there so we could go see the cavern that is like the Legend of Zelda. He said that was cool. He followed me out to my car and we both got in.

I started the car and drove back down the hill… or actually I did more sliding down the hill. I slid right into a gigantic pothole. The pothole swallowed the entire car. The car fell downward for quite a ways before crashing to the ground. It hit the ground with much less force than I would have expected, though. I asked MoSh if he was ok, he said yeah, no thanks to my driving. I told him it would have helped to have warning of pothole-zilla. We both got out of the car. The car was totaled. The wheels were now completely flat, and the frame was smashed up quite a bit, too. Great… I wondered if this would raise my insurance payments. MoSh and I went through the only way out of the giant pothole that now looked more like a sink hole… That was through a passage to what I felt was north.

MoSh and I entered an interesting room. There were strange statues in the room, and the floor was practically made of ice. I stepped onto it without looking and immediately fell on my ass. MoSh said to be careful, much of these rooms would be slippery. I said I had noticed that. We entered the room, I was more careful this time. I was wishing I had ice skates… that would be easier… and suddenly I did. I somehow explained that to myself by saying my shoes just convert to ice skates when I need them to… wtf? What an excuse to avoid doing a RC! I skated into the room, MoSh followed me. He didn't seem to be slipping around… I wondered why? Maybe he's just more used to walking on ice since he lives in Canada… As I was about to reach the other side of the room, an ice carving in the wall came to life. I instinctively threw a Damage, Inc. fireball at it and it melted away. That seemed to trigger a door in the left side of the room to open. That was the only other exit, so MoSh and I went through it.

MoSh and I entered another room with a floor of ice… and strange jelly fish like creatures that were floating in the air. MoSh knocked them out of the air with a couple quick martial arts moves, they laid lifeless on the ground. MoSh went over to one of them and picked something up. He showed me what he'd found… it was a key. A golden key. I wondered what that was for. MoSh seemed to know. He took it to a locked door on the north side of the room and unlocked the door. He looked back at me as if to ask what I was waiting for. I skated over and joined him in going through the door.

Stairs led down deeper into the dungeon. Fortunately these weren't slippery. MoSh and I emerged in an ice cave at the bottom of the stairs. A cave led away to the south with branches leading off to the east and west. There was a dead end at both of those side tunnels. It seemed we had reached the end of our travels. MoSh headed down the passage. I skated after him, not sure where we were trying to go. MoSh went around the corner to the west. He found a loose panel in the wall and pushed it. I heard a grinding sound as a portion of the wall slid aside. The passage to the east was no longer a dead end. MoSh went over to that new passage and went into it.

This whole thing was seeming more like a level in the Legend of Zelda than I had realized at first. Weird monsters, a maze like dungeon, hidden switches to open hidden passages… Maybe it would help for me to start thinking as if I was playing a game of Zelda. Think like Link… I followed MoSh into the next room, which was an intersection of passages. Exits to the north, south, east, and west. The other three passages were closed. There were four orbs in the center of the room. All of the orbs were glowing red. I noticed each of the doors was a different color. North was blue, south was green, east was yellow, west was red. Ok… this was a puzzle. I went into the center of the room and touched an orb. It changed color and the red door closed. Ok, when all the orbs were the same color, the door of that color would open. This was complicated by the fact each orb affected the orb to the right of it… I fiddled around with them until they were all green. MoSh and I went south.

In the next room it looked much like the previous one. Another ice chamber, a few decorative statues… but there were strange creatures there attacking us. They looked like small demons or gremlins riding on upside down turtle shells… weird… those shells allowed them to maneuver very well on the ice. They were all attacking us, I had to do skating maneuvers I didn't know I was capable of to avoid them. MoSh and I were able to get rid of them with fire spells. And this seemed to just keep going on. More ice chambers, floating jelly fish, hidden passages and keys… It continued until we entered the largest chamber so far…

In the largest chamber there was creature made entirely of ice, or that's what it appeared to be. Made of ice, the ice was carved out in the form of a… um… I'm not sure what. It had a bull's head, the tail and stinger of a scorpion, eight legs, sharp pincers… um… someone had gone ape with the genetic manipulation… The thing had been standing like a statue, but when MoSh and I entered, it attacked us immediately. Throwing its stinger directly at MoSh, who dived to the side to avoid it. MoSh and I fought the thing using fire spells, which seemed to be the only thing that would affect it. The fire spells slowly melted the thing down until there was nothing left but puddles… but there was something left. There was a man standing there, the ice had apparently been formed around him. He was saying the ice king had been using the ice to control him, but now he was free. I wondered if that was true or an excuse… He opened a door in the back of the chamber.

MoSh and I went into the next chamber. There was a sphere of ice in the center on a stand like a giant crystal ball. In the middle of the crystal ball was a woman. I wondered how she had gotten in there. I figured this 'ice king' person had trapped her there. I figured a bit of fire would get her out… but before I could do that, I woke.

I had this dream over the weekend, while out of town, and almost forgot about it.

Someone in TwoShadows's family owns a auto repair shop. I meet her there to have my car serviced. After dropping off my car, I realize I misunderstood. TS was just offering to give me a ride home from the auto repair shop. She wasn't affiliated with the place at all. I feel bad, because the only reason I had my car serviced in the first place was because I wanted to meet her and her family. She gives me a ride over to Aquanina's house to kill some time. Her house is a huge playground jungle-gym surrounded by a chain link fence. Aquanina is running around all over the place, wheeling and dealing on her cell phone.

TwoShadows and I are both really sore, like from a hard workout, a long bike ride, or horseback riding. We sit down on the swings to relax and chat. I'm surprised when she says this is the first time she has ever met anyone from DV in person. I know she was close with a lot of the old Dream Guides, and figured they would have hung out more. I tell her how much I hate the internet, and how it can't compare to real life interaction. I tell her I'm a very physical person, and that simple physical contact, like a handshake, or a goodbye hug means a lot to me. I'm trying to hint that I really want to give her a hug, but she doesn't catch on. (I think this stems from the DV task of the month to hug Clairity).

Some shady looking guy meets Aquanina, and hands her a huge wad of cash. I get the feeling she is selling drugs out of her parents house. I don't feel comfortable being here, especially since they are out of town.

I wake up and go over this dream in my mind. As I do, I slip back into it and get a sort of reinterpretation of it.

TwoShadows and I meet for a date. I know I am a good looking blond woman, and that TS is not yet fully comfortable with dating women. We meet at a very expensive restaurant which I think her family owns. We enjoy a huge meal, and I blow almost a thousand dollars on the bill. Later, I find out that the restaurant was not at all affiliated with her family. It was some overpriced chain place. I'm mad that I gave them so much money. TS and I end up talking about money. I tell her that money means nothing to me, and that I don't care how much money I spend, as long as I am comfortable with where it is going. Being in small business myself, I like to support other small businesses, especially those that are owned by people I know. We end up agreeing to focus on what is important, and spend our money on more important things in the future. Donating it, supporting local arts and business, or helping our friends. She says we're lucky that the things we both enjoy most out of life don't cost anything anyways.

I feel a jolt of electricity sizzle in the center of my brain for a split second before it disappears completely. I relax, and bring my attention back to the spot. The vibrating energy returns, stronger. My attention seems to sustain it. The vibration grows, and soon encompasses my entire body. I know I am entering a dream, so I create a beach scene and watch it appear around me. I hover above the red sand, floating slowly forward on the breeze as I try to remember what I wanted to do.

I remember I wanted to shoot someone with cupid's arrow. People are splashing in the water further down the beach, so I catch the wind and speed towards them. As I approach, I reach behind my back to pull out a shining metal bow with red accents. I draw back an arrow, aim, and release it into the small crowd. The arrow makes me chuckle. It looks like a sex toy or phallus, thick and pink with a heart shaped tip. It flies straight towards a beautiful young woman who is bent over splashing in the water, and sinks suggestively in her rear. She turns around, and looks around for me with a look of pure lust in her eyes. She walks towards me slowly, stripping off her swimsuit as she approaches. She presses her naked breasts against me, and leans up on her tip toes to kiss me. When I get a good look at her face, I realize she is beautiful, but much too young. From up close, she looks like a child. Uncomfortable, my consciousness drifts back to myself in bed, and I think briefly about what this means. This very adult holiday is based on the complicated themes of love and sex, but sold to schoolchildren in boxes of cartoon valentines and candy hearts that say "kiss me". Something is wrong with this holiday.

As I lie in bed, I hear voices all around me. A group of people are shuffling around in the doorway, apparently filming a movie with a boom microphone and a camera. I try to make out what they are saying, but am suddenly startled by the appearance of two disembodied eyes hovering in the darkness at the foot of my bed. They materialize into a face I recognize as my old roommate who passed away several years ago. As his body materializes before me, he starts to speak quickly. At first it sounds like he is speaking Hawaiian. I can barely make out a word or two. Eventually, I catch one phrase. He warns me, "You are in danger. You will be called to defeat great evil." I struggle to speak through my paralysis as I watch him fade back to two glowing eyes. I wiggle my big toe furiously, but can not wake up.

My girlfriend climbs out of bed to use the bathroom, finally waking me up. I watch her slide the bathroom door closed, and hear the toilet lid open. Lying still in bed, I focus on the door, and will it to open with my mind. I see it shake a little, then slowly begin to inch open as if by telekinesis. I call out through the opening door, "I know you are not my girlfriend. Who are you?" The door draws back, and my girlfriend looks up, locking me in her gaze. Her eyes are pitch black and glossy, like an animal or an alien. Without answering me, she charges the bed, and leaps on top of me. I struggle against my paralysis as she grapples with me. My strength returns all at once. In an uncontrollable burst, I grab her and leap out through the patio doors, shattering the glass all around us and slamming into the stone garden wall. Frightened I hurt the creature, I hold its hands tenderly. Billowing white wings unfurl from my back, and I float upwards gently into the night sky. I look down, holding this creature's hands as I carry it with me into the chilly air. I watch the land shrink below me. Soon, it looks like nothing but a map, and I am alone, surrounded by stars.

I flap my wings, tuck them behind my back, and dive back down to earth in a freefall. The land speeds towards me, too fast to make out any details. At the last second, I spread my huge wings, and feel them catch the air. I swoop along the ground, and rise to the tops of the brownstone buildings. I soar along the tree lined boulevard, enjoying its beauty and peacefulness. Two friends from high school are walking, hand in hand on the street below. I call to them, and drop down to say hello.

I wake up abruptly in the darkness of a strange room. It is my house in Hawaii. I walk out to the hallway, and into the other room. The room is dimly lit by the glow of a computer screen. My brother is playing video games, and explaining all sorts of complicated things I don't understand. I try to listen, but am distracted by something out of the corner of my eye. It looks like a little boy. As soon as I look at him he vanishes as if he was never there. I try to watch him out of my peripheral vision. When I quickly swing my head to look again, I see it is a black cat hiding beneath the table. His unnatural, unblinking eyes glisten wet and black as he locks me in a staring match, like cats do. He freezes for only a moment, before jetting out of the room into the hallway. I follow him, calling out to him, "I have more questions for you. I don't want to hurt you." As I say this, I round the corner of the doorway and come face to face with the creature. His towering, humanoid form fills the hallway, almost too big to stand fully upright. In the dim light, I see his twisted muscles bulging powerfully beneath his short velvety black fur. He bends down so his feline face is inches from my own. His empty black eyes meet mine as he growls in a low rumbling voice, "You could not hurt me if you wanted to."

The door was left open, giving us the perfect opportunity to explore. The tunnel led deep into the sewers below the city. It was lit strategically with vents and skylights that led up to the street above. The dim light revealed just enough so we could follow the trail. It was obvious someone had come this way before us.

The water tumbled through the twisting channels, soupy with human waste and disease. A flimsy plywood bridge spanned the gap, soggy from the wet air. I led the way across, confident the bridge could hold my weight. I would have made it, except for my overeager companions. They did not wait for me to make it to the other side before joining me, and the bridge collapsed under our combined weight. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed, and held my breath as I hit the filthy water. I did not want to let any of the infectious soup enter my mouth or eyes. With eyes closed, I felt my way along the slimy stones to the safety of the other side.

I lost my friends in the scramble, but did not care to wait for them. Before me was a wooden door set into the moldy stone wall. It looked neatly sanded and oiled, with a welcome mat and brass door knocker. Before I could think to knock, it opened, revealing the smiling face of an older gentleman smoking a pipe. He invited me in without hesitation, happy to have a visitor, even one covered in wet sewage.

His home was warm and dry. It looked surprisingly nice for being located in the sewers. Fine hardwoods lined the walls, and thick carpets were piled on the stone floor. There was a full, luxuriously sized bathroom with clean running water and a shower. There were even windows that opened out onto a busy cobblestone street. This made the least sense to me. I could not figure out why anyone would build a house so centrally located that could only be accessed from the maze like sewers.

My host seemed very familiar to me, and we immediately started conversing like old friends. He told me about his bizarre history. Wrongfully accused of child molestation, his reputation was ruined, and he lost his job as a school teacher. It didn't matter that he was proven innocent. His family and friends all abandoned him. He knew of this abandoned hideout from his childhood. The neighborhood kids used to sneak in on parade days to safely throw things out the windows at the people below.

I saw he had a dream journal, so I asked him about lucid dreaming. It just so happened he was an avid lucid dreamer, and knew many people in the DV staff. He said he had disagreements with the way the DV staff was treated, so left for another forum. I got his phone number and email address and promised to look him up.

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I’m standing on the street with a group of people. There’s some commotion going on, and I immediately know that I am dreaming. I’m staring at my hands and feet, and I feel a rush of excitement. I’m really happy that I’m in a lucid dream and immediately want to start flying. I jump off the ground. I start hovering off the ground for just a moment when my dog jumps up with me. We’re rising off the ground, soaring in the air. I am so happy how vivid everything is. The weird thing, this has never happened before, I was completely aware of my body sleeping, but I could still feel my dream body.
I came back down onto the ground for a moment. There were some dream characters standing around my car. “Look what you did,” one of them said, opening my drunk. A cat was in there. They said it had been starving in the trunk of my car.
“Nope,” I said, “I’m dreaming, I can’t feel bad about that.”
It was a relatively short lucid, but every detail was so vivid, it almost seems more real than my entire day yesterday.

I am almost in a dream, when I feel my girlfriend cuddle up close to me. Frustrated, I try to shake her off. I am too rough, and she wakes up. She gets angry, and starts yelling at me to wake up. I realize this is part of the WILD, and that I am hallucinating. The dream is close, so I mumble through the paralysis, "Fuck off, I'm trying to dream." I concentrate harder, blocking out the hallucination. My mind's eye sees nothing but darkness. I look harder, trying to look past my imagination and use my real dream eyes. The darkness takes on a swirling texture. I realize it is asphalt, seen close up and at high speed. Like riding in the car with your head out the window, looking directly down at the road. I see yellow striping on the road as I zoom my vision out. Focusing on really using my eyes to see, everything becomes super vivid and sharp. I can't believe that just moments ago, this was all just my hazy, distant imagination.

I am flying along a city street, trying to remember what I wanted to do with this dream. I decide to go to the mall to track down some hot young women. I haven't had a good sex dream in a while. Before I get too far, I snap out of the dream, and find myself back in bed, lying on my side. I lie still, and feel a wave of vibration take me again. Repeating the hallucination from earlier, I feel my girlfriend cuddle up to me from behind. She starts kissing my neck, and tickling my side. I know this is a hallucination, so I try to ignore it. Her kissing becomes painful, as she sucks hard on my neck. Her tickling turns to pinching, as she starts digging her fingers painfully into my side. I know this is not my girlfriend. A monster is in my bed. She starts to bite and chew on my neck and shoulder, tearing into my skin. I feel her ripping chunks away from my bloody neck, as she sucks my life energy from my veins. I open my eyes, and see a terrible monster atop me. Its hideous face fills my vision, all teeth, fangs, and gore. Calm. Stay calm.

I see the ground zooming along below me again, as I leave the nightmare behind. This time, I am in my back yard, flying along my stone wall. I worry I will never be able to get to the mall in time before I wake up. An outdoor coffee counter is in the distance, run by a beautiful young woman. I land, push my way to the front of the line, and order her to undress. I give her specific instructions as she strips off her apron and overalls. The manager is yelling at me, but I explain to him this is all a dream. The woman gets really into the exhibition of undressing in front of her coworkers. She leads us all upstairs to her apartment. Looking through her record collection, I realize this was a setup. She is actually a prostitute, and the manager is her pimp. He pulls a knife on me, and attacks. I fend off his attacks easily with my super reflexes and strength. I scoop up the nude woman, and walk her downstairs. Her pimp follows me, stabbing and slashing at me wildly from behind. I laugh at him, telling him there is nothing he can do to hurt me.

Suddenly, the world changes, and I am alone and confused in a dense jungle. I wonder at the speed and suddenness of the transition.

The jungle is beautiful. It is a magical, prehistoric looking forest with exotic plants everywhere. A dense mist hangs high in the air, but it does nothing to stop the bright light. It only refracts it into rainbow colors that change as I wander through the trees. Strange insects, like butterflies dance around me in groups. I remember that I have been to this place before. I have been wanting to come back here.

Before I can think about it too much, the ground shakes, and I look up just in time to see four huge legs stomping directly over me. It must be some sort of dinosaur, in this prehistoric land. The only thing I can see are its four gigantic legs, leading unimaginably high into the mist. Now scared, I run to the nearest tree, and start to climb. I imagine the tree will give me some protection from any predatory dinosaur. I scramble into the branches, and look out over the landscape. I see hazy shapes walking upright, moving through the mist. Just in time! They must be T-Rex dinosaurs stalking the large 4-legged one I saw earlier. I climb higher, hoping to get above their reach.

As I climb higher, I see the landscape has changed. It looks drier. Sparse with only scattered trees. It looks more like the Australian or African bush. This tree is on the edge of a clearing. Standing alone in the middle of the clearing is a single majestic tree. It is seated in an intricately decorated wooden pot, raised on a solitary island of red rock. The tree is so large, I can't comprehend its scale. The pot alone must be the size of a city block. Its roots spill out of the pot, and climb down the cliffs to the ground below. Its trunk stretches tall and straight to the sky above. Resembling bamboo, a palm, or tall grass, it is like no tree I have ever seen.

Still high in the canopy of my own tree, I climb out along a branch that stretches into the clearing. It bends precariously. I lean my weight back and forth, swinging the branch further and further into the clearing. As it comes close to the solitary tree, I time my jump, then leap out towards its trunk. More a flight than a leap, the lonely tree seems to pull me towards it with a magnetic force. I embrace its trunk with my arms and legs, feeling its powerful energy radiating into me. It empowers me, and I climb easily up the straight trunk.

Either I begin to grow, or the tree begins to shrink. It soon seems too small for me. It feels like I am climbing the pole of a tall stand lamp. The lamp shade blocks my way, but I can see the glow of the bulb just beyond. I press myself tight against the trunk/pole, and squeeze through the barrier to the open sky above. The tree is thin beneath me, as I balance on its peak. I feel like I am standing on a blade of grass.

I look back at the forest. I see the creatures I mistook for Dinosaurs are actually giants. They stand waist high in the canopy of trees, wading through carefully. There are two of them, walking arm in arm. They remind me of businessmen, with neatly kept shoulder length hair. One is incredibly beautiful, but silent. The other is balding and overweight. He is talking nonstop, chuckling at his own jokes. I call to them, "Hello?! I have some questions!"

The silent one looks directly at me, surprise in his beautiful green eyes. I feel absolutely hypnotized by his gaze, as if one of his eyes fills my entire vision. I lose myself, staring into the endless depths of the green ocean. "Oh, hello." Surprised, he greets me like an old friend, by name.

I remember myself, and reply, "I have some questions. What am I supposed to be doing with my life? What is the point of all this?" I want to explain my question further, but his easy answer silences me. His green eye sparkles around me as he says, "Aren't you enjoying it? Hopefully you will have a chance to learn and grow from the experience."

Before I can ask any more questions, his balding friend starts to laugh dismissively, returning to his endless stream of babble. He reminds me of a salesman, trying to maintain a hold on the conversation. I get the feeling he does not like me much. He makes me uneasy in the same way the beautiful one makes me comfortable.

(I wake up. Later, when I wake for the morning, I wander into the bathroom in a haze. I see a new mole has grown on my neck. The skin around it looks red, like I was scratching it. I ask my girlfriend about it, surprised it could have appeared overnight. It is only later, that I read back through my journal and realize the mole is in the exact spot where the nightmare creature was biting me )

Originally Posted by Cacophony

(Note: This dream was really gross)
I’m outside drinking a beer and begin to feel really sick. I start throwing up everywhere and lose complete co¬ntrol of my body. Everything is blurry and I keep falling over and I’m trying to hold on to a railing. I see my apartment up ahead and stagger towards it. I’m confused because I only had a few sips of beer and I wonder if I was roofied. I walk to my apartment and there are a bunch of people there. My roommate is there, and there are a bunch of drunk guys. One of them is opening the door to my room and I say, “Hey that’s my room !” They all nod and walk inside. They’re sitting on my bed. I feel too weak to tell them to leave it and go back ouside where I begin to throw up some more and try to hang on to a railing. I go back inside and everyone is wearing those clear plastic masks with painted faces over the eyes and mouth. I feel scared. My roommate comes over to me and takes off her mask and tells me it’s okay. I walk into my room and all my furniture is rearranged. I feel pretty upset about it and walk back into the living room. I say that I don’t want the furniture rearranged. When I go back into my room it’s rearranged differently and I’m still pretty upset about it.

I’m in a car going down the highway with Liz. We’re talking about how we need a place to help us, or something. I’m not really sure, but Liz starts talking about all these different places we can go. There is a running commentary, some unknown female voice saying that we can get off at the next exit, but the exit after that is Sage Francis’s and he takes in people. We get to his house, it’s really big. A butler greets us and ushers us inside. Sage is there and tries to coach us through our lives. It’s all very odd.
I’m in New York City walking down the street. I remember thinking about how it sucks that you can’t smoke inside anywhere there. The streets are dark and I’m wondering if I should hail a taxi.
I end up at a place where people are lining up and dousing themselves with gasoline and throwing themselves onto a burning pile. They tell me I’m next. I step up and into the pile but then realize I want to live and jump out to save myself.
I also remember some army man ordering his child to die, his child coming to petition for his life and catching a glimpse of his father sitting behind a desk. He just looked sad and shuffled away.
Also, I think I went to a wedding of sorts. I forget whose wedding it was, but I know that Sage Francis was there.

I feel disoriented as I transition to sleep. My body feels distant, and my imagination becomes more real. Instead of lying in bed, I believe I am sitting at a desk surrounded by high tech equipment. I am hooked up to an array of lights and computers I know is some kind of EEG I can control by flexing my mind. I hear a clear voice right in my ear say, "Find Annabelle, Dream Queen." I know my WILD has succeeded, so I look down at my hands to count my fingers. They look normal, so I look away and check again. This time, my fingers are stubby like a dwarf, and I count 6 on each hand.

I look up to see a beautiful young woman lying next to me. We are in my old house from high school, lying in my old bed. The woman is discussing her sex life, but I am not paying much attention. The way she is laying draped across me is very overpowering and forceful. She is incredibly strong, and holding me down without even trying. I relax, and float upward towards the ceiling, pushing her voice from my mind, and leaving her behind.

The bedroom window fills my vision, so I float towards it. I land on the sill, looking down to the front yard below me. As I leap down to the grass, I remember, "Atlantis." Telling myself the grass is water, I splash right through it. It was only a thin layer of grass floating on the surface like a swamp. Darkness surrounds me as I sink down into the deep water. After a few moments, I feel my feet touch the rocky bottom. I swim swiftly in the total darkness, using my sense of touch to feel along the bottom with my hands. I try to visualize a vast, high-tech underwater city, like the one in the movie "The Abyss." A light appears ahead, and I swim towards it, assuming it will be the entrance to this underwater paradise.

When I approach the light, it turns out to be the surface of the water. I climb out, finding myself on the grassy lawn of my old neighborhood park. I must have just swam underground a few blocks to the park. The grass is swampy, and I am sunken in to mid-calf. Looking around, I see the neighborhood has all been flooded. The houses are all in the right place, but they are abandoned, boarded up, and sitting in shallow water. It looks like a tidal wave or tropical storm has ripped through the neighborhood, flooding it like Atlantis.

I climb a nearby fence, behind which used to be an open field. I want to get a good view of my surroundings. Instead of a cow pasture on the other side of the fence, I see endless rows of suburban houses. They stretch into the night as far as I can see. Sitting on top of the fence, I watch the lights come on in each house, one by one, as if they are turning back on after a blackout. I have the feeling each of the lit windows holds a pair of eyes, watching me. They are not happy about me being there.

As I watch the lights come on, I understand the sad meaning of all this. This is the neighborhood I grew up in. This is my old park. This is my memory of my childhood. It has been destroyed, flooded by the new memories from my life. The open fields from my memories have been flooded by new housing developments making homes for new families building new memories. Just as Atlantis represents humanity's mythological lost golden age, this is my own personal mythology. A lost utopia that seems to grow more amazing the further it sinks into the ocean of the past. I fly out over the hidden eyes of the houses, daring them to see me as I wake myself up.