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+ [long] fencing fight, fencing instructor, what kind of epee handle type should I use, straight or pistol grip? I see the grip clearly in my hand, I'm holding the straight grip (which is slightly twisted). The instructor points out that the pistol grip has a way for you to really wrap your hand around the handle, this I know. He points out that there is however a metal piece on the front of the straight grip that guards the hand/fingers, I do see this now as well. Then I fight/spar with an opponent who is also a student I think of the instructor. He is belligerent towards me. We trade fist blows. I hold back a little bit, not putting my full strength into the blows. He becomes disgusted with the fight, I'm confused. I ask him, "Do you want me to hit you as hard as I can?"

+ the girls are running away. I (or am I DO?) am chasing them and I can see right where they go because I am The Flash and can move at infinite speed. It is along a concrete sidewalk with sidewall, with little opportunity to hide. I go look where I think they should be, despite this, they disappear.

+ I have a piece of paper in front of me that I'm taking notes on. At one point I play a few notes on a keyboard and it sounds magical. It's an amazing, beautiful, simple phrase. A guy I'm with says "hey that sounded really good!" I immediately want to capture it on the paper: I hastily scribble down on the right margin of the paper, about half-way down the page the word "Interlude". Then I try to recreate the notes again on the keyboard in order to write them down. The rhythm I can recreate exactly but I can't find the exact notes. I try several times and the general tonal pattern is correct but it still isn't quite right.

A woman (wife? mother?) expels a bit of gas and comments on the bad smell.

First dream

I was in my house. It was late evening, I was working on a history essay til midnight. Next day in school, that crone of history teacher didn't even wanted to check our essays and wanted to make an exam instead.

Second dream

I was a writer, writing a story for a horror movie. I've written about a zoo with deadly, mutated animals. The complex has closed down for some reason and nobody was able to leave. The only way led through crocodile pens. A group tried to escape, while manager stayed to wait until the way is open again. The group was eaten quickly by mutants, while manager was still inside, playing hide and seek with them. As I was writing, I could see everything like in a movie.

Third dream

Dark late evening. With my sister we were carving something in vegetables for a big party that she was organizing. I carved out some letters, as she wasn't able to carve properly. Then we were out of fruits and vegetables, so she left to get some. I waited and waited, a few people entered the house and told me about some horrors incoming. I noticed that doors were taken out of their hinges. I went outside and stood on stairs, watching as ominous fog was getting closer. I decided to put doors back on their hinges, but when I touched them, bought turned into day and fog disappeared. Them sister came back with others and I had to help them bring furniture inside. Next day I was working with father in his workshop, but then siblings with pals and a girl from Finland that once stayed with us when I was in a student exchange a few years ago. We were talking and laughing.

Fourth dream

I was wandering a city, heading to hospital to get some important papers from doctor. I noticed a woman really similar to my previous teacher, and she was heading to hospital too. Crossing the road I heard someone calling me, it was my sister with her classmates. We went to hospital, but there was enormous crowd and no one was able to get to a doctor. I decided to take my car and drive to her house. It was raining, doctor lived in a village inside a jungle and had a cottage made of bamboo. I entered it as doors were open and looked at a desk. At first I looked at ringing phone and saw that my mother was calling. Then I found my papers on bamboo desk. Research showed that I'm not a male, but a female. My body started shifting and I woke up.

Fragnent

I was back at drivers license course, driving around a city. I talked with someone who said that I have only an hour of driving left.

Successful WILD. Lucidly transitioned into a city with loads of skyscrapers. Flew up the walls of one of them and found an alcove where a window would ordinarily be. This alcove contained a door that led into the building. Going through it I found a maze of lifts and escalaters. Navigating through it, I heard snippets of conversation from others in the building. Can't remember the details, but it felt as though they were about business. One of the corridors was darker than the rest and stood out in my memories. I eventually arrived at a medium sized room where a bunch of people from my university course were gathered. This was apparently (I just instinctively knew) a teaching conference of sorts, which makes sense as I'm learning to be a teacher. During this period, I noticed fuzziness in the dream and willed for clarity, which I received. One of the ladies present, who was not from real life, was named Auldrick (again, I just "knew"). Its not exacltly a feminine name, but she was beautiful and, to put it bluntly, we had sex.

Next dream, non-lucid: I was travelling with a taxi driver and someone who I suspect may have been Donald Trump (this dreams a bit hazy, so, I don't know). We had both entered this cab, when some sort of vague apocalyptic event occured. Instead of taking me to my destination (wherever that was) he instead decided we were off somewhere else that would apparently help with survival. During our journey through an abandoned England (again, what Trump was doing here is anyone's guess), I, in all my dream logic, decided that using a text interface, similar to irc chat, to communicate with them was far better than speaking face-to-face. Our driver got frustrated at me for this. We got into an argument over our destination, which he eventually won. At one point hee drove straight a house. He also drove us down a steep hill at high speed, causing us to briefly fly off. When we landed, the shock woke me up. There may have also been a scene involving me ona a bus.

This dream started out in a tall rickety wooden house. It was our house with the same rooms just different layout. We had a Halloween party, and people started sowing up in droves for it. After it got too big a security guard showed up and shut it down. People left, and I flew around a bit on the street but afterward I went back to find the party goers disassembling and stealing everything in the house. I decided to turn back time and try the party again, but even when only a few people got in the house at the end, they would still rob the place. So I restarted a third time, and at the end I stood outside the front door on the porch and started knocking out everyone who tried to get in. When they were finally all gone I crossed the road to see the dankerton extended family sitting outside in the sun, and Devon was there. I started telling him how great a day i t was, but when I went to explain how I turned back time I realized I was dreaming. I looked at my hands, one was normal and the other one was small and distorted like a cripples. I was so excited my heart started racing, and I couldn't look away from my hand, it was so interesting. Eventually everything but my hands went black as my dream slowly slipped away, so I kept staring at it until it all passed into nothingness.

Dreamsigns:
Dankertons
Devon
Party
Flying

5.5.16

Slept for almost 12 hrs after having a very short sleep of only 2 hrs last time, because not being able to adapt myself from dayshift to night shift.

Felt like I was dreaming all night.

Last dream:
Long and detailed. I'm visiting with friend K in AH. We talk a lot and laugh. She mentions that we always have good times together.

I start telling her about lucid dreams and how your daytime memory is accessible so you remember a lot that you normally don't remember in dreams.

Morning of Thursday, may 5th, 2016

Survival situation where we can float on little patches of earth and also I can ride my cat high up in the air, it gets to a point where people come to us looking for water services because the group I was in could water bend and in this whole world everything revolved around water including stuff that doesn't need it in the real world. We would use the water to make us float ( standing on unstable patches of earth) After a while the people who came to us for help wanted to use water to smoke weed (yes my imagination loves to run wild with dreams, I know it doesn't make any sense but roll with it anyway) and in this universe we needed water to smoke weed but it required a large amount and we have not been able to conjure up the required amount through our water bending. I was tasked with something I cannot remember but in this world my housecat was very large in size and I was able to ride her by having the water push us up a great height and we just rode around like that and I was talking to her about what the other group wanted and I remember saying "We would need double the amount that we are riding on right now and that cannot be done.".

Driving down a winding road in a truck with some packages. Coming at me is a very large, brown, prehistoric looking spider. It’s in an 8 shape and the legs are on the front and back of its body, not the sides. It freaks me out so I swat at it but it won’t die. I learn that it’s called the Amazon spider (as in amazon.com) and hangs out in their warehouse. I get home (more like my mom’s house) and there’s a party. Donald Trump is there. I put on my shoes because I’m bored and decide to go outside to take a selfie with a giant crashed government airplane before they move it. Donald Trump bends down and starts tying my shoes for me. “Oh thank you. Could I get a picture with you?” He agrees and then hesitates. “Why do you want a picture with me? You’re only here to make fun of me.” “That’s not true! I live here. My room is right there!” I point. Really, I just wanted to share with friends and family that Donald Trump tied my shoes, because nobody would believe me otherwise. D comes just as things start falling apart. We hear that there is any army invading the other part of town and civilization starts to collapse. D has things to take care of in the house and someone asks me if I could help find certain seeds and I agree. I go to the other side of town and basically just follow this scientist around, holding items that they need to salvage before all hell breaks loose. We go into the back room of some industrial building and grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a toothbrush. I have to connect something to the tip of the toothbrush but I can’t because I’m shaking so bad. The political situation is worsening very quickly and I start becoming extremely upset that D and I separated. If he died while I’m gone I will never forgive myself. I would rather die with him than live without him. When we leave the room we find the building is on lockdown. All the offices are empty with the lights turned off but we hear men shouting orders in the other rooms. We quietly move through one room and hide behind a desk, looking through the glass of the door. I didn’t feel safe there and wished we were a few desks or even another room back, but we needed to see what was happening. One of the girls in the room ahead of us dropped a blue pencil and I knew that meant it was the daughter of my scientist friend. She was upset and went to save her daughter. By doing that, we learned that the invading army was a benevolent force and all of our families were safe. I was so relieved to see my husband’s face (but it wasn’t really his face). Everybody started cleaning up after all the chaos but D and I went to the gym and went swimming. I was practicing my dive, which required me to fatigue my deltoids by hanging on to the pool ladder before diving. I dove in, hit the bottom, and sprung back up in only a matter of seconds. A man said, “That was a great dive, sweetie!” D and I left to look for food. We wanted Mexican food but the best place in town was closed, so we looked around. We went to a hotel and someone we knew handed us some of our items (like area rugs) from the “drill” earlier but we just left them there.

I was on dreamviews last night but went to bed at 10pm because I was getting sleepy. Woke up at 2am and went back to bed. Since today is my day off I went back to sleep after I woke up at 8am and ended up having a somewhat funny yet memorable lucid dream.

It did not start here but what I recall is being on a bed thinking about a game when suddenlly my father tosses me the bible. I'm aware its a dream but still not fully lucid yet because I believe somewhat that the room is real.(Exists In Waking life) I look at the bible wondering if God would ever give me a message through a dream. As I'm looking at it the words are blurry and some are too small for me to read. I turn the page in hopes of finding something.good but see only a few things clearly. Music that sounded classical started to appear too.I have a feeling the dream doesn't want me to read so I leave the book alone.

After that I start thinking in my mind as I can't move much because the dream paralyzed me but than I get the urge to call Dawn in my dream.(Forgetting about the paralysis)I use a small old black hand held phone that can close with its cover on the top. I try calling Dawn but I keep getting nothing. The dream setting changes and now I'm in a parking lot with two pokemon after me.(Im fully lucid now)

Its night and as I`m moving swiftly to dodge the male jiggly puff that is talking about getting me, I start to think about windhover's heart dream. I know I'm not going into my heart in a dream but I wanted the dream to show me something that meant a lot to me or at least to try. I moved closer to a bluish cliff and when I looked up I saw shooting stars sparkling in the blue sky. It reminded me of how I use to look up to the sky and wonder as a child but even though I felt it was cool I looked away because it was so pretty that I kind of got creeped out a bit.

I than turned to the screen on my phone and began calling Dawn again His name was on the caller ID list. The phone was ringing but it got quiet again. After trying two more times I heard snippets of his voice and lion growling. Than I repeatedly said "hello?" as I began to climb some stairs near the cliff into a brightly lit white sky.Dawn's voice came out telling me to wait. I walked a bit than looked at the phone His name went from "Dawn" to "Dawnonbreak".Walking up more I began to get feeling of clean spirits and walked back down the stairs but than his voice on the phone told me to come up the stairs. So I slowly went up and saw I was in my living room now walking to his direction.( I couldn't see him at first because he was messing with something in the bathroom. But when he jumped out in front of me I saw he was wearing a sleeveless greyish blue shirt and somewhat tight jeans. The worst part was that he had the face of my brother even though he had a bit more muscle to him in the dream.

"You look like my brother" I said in a straight foward tone. He smiled and said "I know". I felt annoyed with it but shrugged it off and went into my brother's room. Dawn jumped onto the bed and layed down." Is he going to take a nap?" I thought but than a computer appeared in the room and he got on it."So you want to show me something?" He said clicking on some videos. A video of my dream characters eating at a table appeared but they looked like they were animated or drawn like when I first started drawing on a tablet. I took the mouse from him losing some lucidity and wanting to show him another video of mine because apparently the one we were watching was animated by someone else. But I couldn't click on another video and watched as the characters helped what was supposed to be a child version of my character brush her teeth until they were pearly white. I woke up after that.

Not a lucid dream but at least I was able to remember a dream tonight after the last few crazy days I've had.... I was on vacation with Charlie Sheen & Jon Cryer but they were playing there characters from their show "Two & a half Men" which was funny. So Charlie was Charlie & Jon was Alan, just like on the show. We were in this really nice cabin & there was all of these ditsy women there, too, fawning over Charlie per usual like the show. We had been listening to music a lot & Charlie had a melt down & wanted to leave so we were all piling in these nice ass cars. Then Charlie flipped out & started putting lighter fluid on everything & wanted to burn down the cabin. So Alan said he'd be right back & I followed him & he was asking Charlie if he was sure he wanted to do this. He said "ya man!" So Alan looked at me & we both thought the same thing. If he was going to burn it down, we were going to get out a bunch of the electronics, like the stereo's & all kinds of things like that. This place had all kinds of cool stuff. Then Charlie comes back in and tells us he is lighting it up & tells we are crazy & should get out before we die. We both looked at each other & back at him & started laughing because he called US crazy when he went off the rails & wants to burn the house down. We just figured we might as well get some good stuff out of it if he's going to burn it all up anyway. So we finally get in the cars & the house starts to catch fire & we drive away.

I tried to insert some funny out takes below.

https://youtu.be/E5pKqz4qAo8

Was driving a Sandcrawler (the thing in Star Wars which the Jawas drove) at about 142 MPH up to Clarion, PA for a reunion. I don't know why I'm even speaking like this, where's the recollection of the reunion and why did I post the location? Do I remember the location? After that there was a Nazi type party elected and a woman judge in a NYC Square, and then an innocent Japanese woman came up and the judge, saying she recalled atrocities in Japan, embedded an ax in the Japanese woman's skull. The Japanese woman turned towards me/the camera, her face turned pale like a soda bottle emptying, and the crowd around didn't like what happened. A muscular man was mad then and took a blunt but round piece of metal, put it behind the judge's head and bashed the front of her face in then left. I then recall (as it would happen in time, but...) Vinyl Scratch and Derpy Hooves being nearby; Derpy flew over a road as I thought "We love you, Derpy, because we are you..." and Vinyl was already on the side of the road this execution went on, though she didn't know about it because it was up some stairs. Derpy may have met Vinyl and been given something or may have given something to Vinyl.

+ plane landing
I'm flying an airplane, and I have a top-down view of an overhead map. There are several landing strips for airplanes, marked as such including the direction of landing approach. I choose a smaller one because it is more challenging to land there. I have quite a lot of altitude which I must lose quickly, so I begin circling the landing area. I pitch and roll the plane with keyboard controls to put the plane into a spiral, sometimes the roll is too much and I almost go upside down but I recover. Circling, I lose altitude to get ready to land. Then the controls stop working my plane is entirely locked up and won't respond, it'll crash, oh well I can just start another game.

+ cat attack
Outside among high rocky cliffs, a house cat attacks me and latches on to my face, I'm jumping around trying to pull it off

+ sexy birthday party
It's my birthday party. Lots of people around me are having sex. I'm scared to engage with a girl because I think I won't be able to perform, the girl would be frustrated with a guy who can't function. I get very frustrated and yell out "I hate f^&*ing birthdays!"

+ bright colors, leaking pens, bathroom observers
In (parents bedroom of CH?), there are pens/brushes full of super vivid, bright colors. Yellows, blues, university colors. I walk by the bed and see that there is ink running out of a pen/brush making a mess. In the bathroom I'm peeing, the window is open, I have flashes of super intense bright vivid colors, like golden yellow. Young people are coming up to the window and looking and I yell at them "Do you HAVE to all come and look?" I'm peeing for what seems like a really long time.

+ huge influx of young people outside CH. I'm standing in the 2nd floor hallway and look out to street level through the walls, I see tons of young people moving in crowds on the street, some are making their way to my house.

Took a little break from recalling my dreams.

Index

Non-Lucid Dreams

• Disase Congress
• Suburbia hotel

Lucid Dreams
* Special feelings and other things *

Intro

Today i've had like 5 dreams and one start of WILD. This morning, i remember clearly one dream and other only in part. The 3 remaining I just remember images.
* A lot of fking faggots ring the doorbell while i was sleeping, waking me in several ocassions. *

WILD

Today in the morning, i got up to help my GF in several home task while he was getting ready for go to work. After this 20 min doing something, * I was so sleepy * and i returned to bed. Inmmediately i started getting the symtoms of SP but so fast! Normally it requieres me like 10 min to do all the process, today in 20 seconds i was just feeling like in the end of pre-WILD process!

Suburbia hotel

I remember being in a bedroom of a very creepy suburbia hotel:



With lights off, some really weird girl but hot (i think it was some kind of modification of my real GF) was in the bed. She was dressed and she was behaving like Harley Quinn from suicide squad:



She was playing the game Life is Strange at the same time that was trying to seduce me. * shit, why i don't remember anything more *.

Conclusion: 8/10. That girl was really hot and I have felt a lot of different emotions, generating a vivid experience.

Disease Congress
I was in a big room with tables. All the people on the congress was there presenting the first day of talks. I remember being very healty and strong (big muscles) and going to some sports class. There they group me with two random people.

* The belldor ringed i just waken up. It was so vivid!


Conclusion: 6/10. Vivid but so short. A little boring.

In which I had my first sleep paralysis nightmare...

I'm body surfing the sideways waves of a cove. The tide is low enough that they break on the beach and not up on the rock cliffs enveloping the cove. But I know I only have a few minutes before I must get out and scale the cliffs when the tide comes in. There will be no beach left that is not submerged.

I'm wearing my black and hot pink one-piece swimsuit. It's an athletic cut, like you'd see on Olympic swimmers. But there are women body surfing with me, and they are all in bikinis. I notice this and feel awkward about it. I wonder how they keep their bikinis on; when I'm not in a one-piece, the waves thrash them off me.

Ted Cruz has conceded to Trump. He is in seclusion somewhere, in a cave nearby. His sister comes out to the beach to make a statement on his behalf. She walks out to the sandy beach in the center of the cove and starts to speak. The other women and I continue to surf. Somehow, we can hear and see her perfectly.

She's casually beautiful, without any of the attempts to try to be sexy like the bikini girls. She has lovely olive skin and short thick black hair. She's radiant, and she wears glasses, a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She's poised; she speaks deliberately. She is serious, because it is a serious matter, but she's got some subtle humor as well. She shines. I take a wave onto shore and linger there in the sand a bit to listen to her. Despite the fact that Ted Cruz is horrific, I acknowledge that his sister is clever, charming and charismatic. Too bad she's not running for president.

Then she leaves the cove, and Donald Trump walks to the center of the beach. He is naked and also enormously fat. He sits crosslegged in the center of the cove and stars into the distance. His lips are pursed, and the fat hangs over his crotch and scrotum so that he looks as if he lack genitals. He does not say anything.

The other women and I continue to body-surf for a few minutes, but the tide is rising. Besides, Trump's presence makes us nervous. I notice that the waves are breaking against the rock cliff behind Donald Trump. I avoid crashing into it, slide across the sand, and exit the water. I climb up the wall a short way above the breaking tide. I see my husband, snuggled up in a blanket among the rocks, sleeping. Donald Trump is on the beach below, still sitting still and naked amidst the pounding tide.

I find a nearby rock outcrop near my sleeping husband that is long enough to accommodate my body, and I curl myself up into fetal position to sleep. I snooze contentedly for a while, and then I roll over onto my back and stretch out my arms and legs so that I luxuriously take up the entirety of the outcrop.

Three Indians climb up from the beach. They are a young woman in her mid 20s with long curly black hair and a slim build, as well as two younger teenage boys. They step over our sleeping bodies and nestle themselves into nearby outcrops to sleep as well.

I can feel my body stretched out. I can feel the bed beneath. This is confusing because I know that I'm on rock. I wonder about this, and then I feel my body even more. I feel each breath I take. I hear the waves below. I hear my husband sleeping nearby. I feel the pillow under my head.

A woman's voice asks me a question. I ignore it, and I continue to stay still. By now, my mind is awake.

When I do not respond, she calls my name and asks why I'm ignoring her. I do not wish to speak to her, so I lay very still and focus on my breathing. I feel my chest move up and down in my sleep. I feel my arms stretched out above my head. I feel the pillow under my neck. I hear my husband's breathing next to me. He is very close now.

The woman says, "I'm disappointed in you. I didn't know you were such a coward that you would pretend to sleep."

I hear her, but I pretend I do not. I continue to focus on my breathing. I stay very still. I am asleep, I say to myself. I am asleep, I repeat to myself over and over again. I am asleep. I feel the mattress under me now.

The woman says, "You are pretending to sleep. You are wasting your time thinking of unimportant things. It's very disappointing. I'm finished watching you. I've seen what you are, and you will not take advantage of opportunities anymore, and so I'm done with you."

Her words hurt. They sting, and I want to confess or defend myself or discuss these issues. But by this point, I've already pretended to be asleep for so long that if I do anything other than continue to pretend to sleep, I'd have to admit that I could hear her all along. So I do nothing. I lay there, with my arms outstretched, and focus on my breathing. I am asleep, I tell myself. I am asleep.

Then, I can feel that she has knelt down next to my head. She says, "You are pretentious. You are wasting your time. Keats was right. I know you can hear me."

I'm laying there, pretending to sleep, wondering what in the world she can mean by such a thing as 'Keats was right' (about what? and in what poem?) when the Indian woman and the two teenage boys walk over to me. The two boys sit down on the rock near my head, but the woman straddles me. She starts tickling my ribs, and it is unpleasant to the point of being painful. I try to push her away, but my arms lack all strength and coordination, and all I can do is flail them about unskillfully.

The woman starts laughing at me. She continues to tickle me, only she's more forceful now so that she's ramming her fingers into my ribs and stomach. I shout out, "help me! stop! help me!" but the teenage boys sitting near my head just look on and laugh. The woman grabs my arms by the wrist and stops me from resisting at all, and with her other hand, she starts punching me in the stomach and in the ribs. I realize that the teenage boys will not help. They will stand by and refuse to help me. I feel completely overcome and helpless.

I think that I'm totally vulnerable and at this woman's mercy. My own torture will only be limited by her whim. It's going to get worse. It's a horrifying and hopeless feeling. The disregard of the two teenagers watching me makes it all the worse. They could intervene if they were willing to. They simply refuse, and for no reason other than they don't care. I think that if I could just make them care, even a little bit, they might stop her from punching me and poking me.

I continue to call out. "Stop. Help me!" I'm gasping for air and suffocating at this point, but I try a direct appeal to the boys. "Help me, please! Help me!" I want to tell them that they, personally, can stop this, but I'm so short of breath that I can't call out to them. The woman is holding me down and punching me and laughing, over and over again.

My husband is still snoozing nearby. I change tactics. I call my husband's name repeatedly. He does not move. I shout at him to wake up and help me, but he does not stir at all.

Then, I think, this will go on, in slow painful detail, until she kills me. It could take years. Eternities even. Maybe that's what the warning about Keats meant. Maybe I'll be dealing with this pain for the duration of time.

I try to face my assailant. I'm having trouble speaking at all at that point, but I concentrate very hard on holding air in my chest until it hurts and then letting it all out in one giant burst in which I scream, "STOP IT!"

I hear the words echo, and my husband shakes me awake. I'm back in my own bed in my own room. Eerie light in through the window tells me that this isn't any more real than the nightmare. Husband says, 'What are you dreaming? You shouted STOP IT.' My middle of the night real-fast description: "Donald Trump was lording over an island of demons that wouldn't stop tickling me." Husband laughs, so do I. But seriously the dark feeling has not yet left. It was a very disturbing nightmare.

I've had sleep paralysis my entire life. This is the first time that I've had a nightmare during it, and also the first time that I was not aware of what was happening. Even though I could feel myself in the bed, I was not lucid. Usually when I have sleep paralysis, I feel myself in my own bedroom in my own house, and I can control what I'm thinking. Not this time. It was a terrifying hopeless helpless feeling that bothered me all day.

Yesterday I had to call animal control to get a damn trap for an opossum that keeps trying to come in through Meesha's cat door. So I baited it with black currant jam on bread last night & today I lost all of my dreams to a stupid opossum! Animal control came in like 5 minutes of me being awake & they came & shot it. Unfortunately it is not the same one. The one we saw was a big male so there are more of them!! Sigh. I live in town, not in the country. But I've had dogs since 2004 until this last fall so we've not really had a problem before but we did have a baby one get inside our house in August I think.... In 2011 we had a major tornado hit our town & a lot of the animals got displaced. Just regular dreams but no time to log them & no lucids, just f'n opossums pissing me off, lol.