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nutha DILD. not really into the thought of writing the rest of the dream down, (i can actually recall the last 2 REM periods/nite for the past 4 nights but been too laze to write about em), but the lucid part i can do.

started out as yet another dream where i inexplicably found myself in high school again at age 20 and really irritated and confused by the whole situation. (recurring theme since i graduated, but has been occurring frequently lately. must've dreamt it at least 6x in the past month. the irritation is a new thing.) i ended up walking out of the classroom permanently, my intention was to go home. walking down the school's hallways. typical white painted brick, high walls, skylit. huge lush murals by students, historical bent, started out with ancient egyptian scenes, later aztec jungle. one of them turned out (as in dreams you just know these things) to be painted by the boyfriend of a girl i know who's been grating on me lately. he signed it at the bottom, Matthew Camp David. (obviously, not his IRL name.) i sought to find the mural that she had painted-- it existed undoubtedly. i began to rush. the murals grew spare and minimal. at one point i thought i had found it, but because it was signed with an alias, i couldn't be sure. kept looking. i was halfway down a plain hallway when lucidity hit, prob belatedly recognizing the girl as a dreamsign. i had stopped moving at this point. thought a moment, kept walking. i wanted to go outside. my footsteps felt like i was slapping, like i was wearing tap shoes with no sound. i picked the second door i came to. considered that it might not be that easy. indeed, there was an elevator just inside the door. closed my eyes, visualized something other than a wall beyond the elevator doors. in my mind, the beginnings of a foyer. satisfied, i opened the doors, and there it was, set up like a public waiting room, bright like a greenhouse. a hallway to the outdoors was just past. i walked toward it-- too quickly, i decided halfway, remembering that i had intended to take detailed note of my surroundings for recall's sake. i backtracked. i looked around. there mightve been 4 rows of seating on either side of me. bright, lite vinyl, blue, and at one instant orange. mid century airport waiting room chairs. looked up to see many hanging sculptures, each like a large kite. blue cloth stretched over stick or wire frames, triangular modules in maybe 15 different permutations throughout the room. the ceiling was fairly high. i counted three tiers of differently shaped windows, then was ready to move on. in my hurry i felt the dream destabilize. i was rapidly resurfacing, and despite effort to maintain visuals, i found myself in my bed. i reality check'd. then i fell back asleep, probably within the minute. i remember that dream too, where the highlight was me sitting in a tree watching three boys i barely knew in high school rearranging the lines in a parking lot by dragging rows around like it was carpet.

as far as "observing the room" goes i was kind of at a loss at the time about what to do after the first 10 seconds of ogling. now i'm like, i could have sat down in one of the chairs or something, or walked around at least a little. come to think of it, my lack of interaction with the environment mustve contributed to my premature awakening.

the content of my dreams the past 2 weeks have been exceptionally boring i.e. earthbound, unabstracted, all generally based around the same several themes of high school, ex-workplace, normal activity in my city, and that insufferable girl. i've been trying to recognize them as dreamsigns. there's still a good deal of typical weirdshit dream phenomena going on here and there, but it never characterizes the foundation of the dreams, which lately only ever get up to tier 4 fantastic on a scale of 1-11, where i'd say my "normal zone" is about 6-9.