dream fragment

September 18, 2010

Asleep by 4am.

The spider
For the majority of this dream, I was just playing the rapid werewolf with some friends from MM. However, after one of the games I won as a wolf, I was presented with a huge black tarantula by someone standing next to me (didn't see who). I think I passed out in the dream, causing me to wake up IRL.

Forced WBTB around 9am (didn't really plan or want to do one, today).

Woke up around 2:50pm after an early morning drugging of zopiclone. It unfortunately affects recall very negatively. I can only say that I'm very aware that I dreamed something else, but can't remember what it might have been.

September 17, 2010
Additional

Asleep by about 2am...

Caught an INRALD, somehow - Lucid - 1/5
I remember tossing and turning in bed, and randomly wondered about whether I was in an INRALD. Not too sure what set me off on that. I just remember thinking, "I could be dreaming this, right now."

I vaguely recall getting out of bed. I can't remember if this was a dream, or RL. Some unconsciousness happened.

Flying - Lucid - 1/5
I remember flying in another short, chaotic dream, which made me lucid. Walms was involved again, somehow. Memory is really blurry.

WBTB at 5:45am. Unintentional. Cold meds wore off. Back to bed by 6:20 (couch actually. Jack's movement was making me nauseous).

Nothing to recall! My night feels like it was backwards. I recalled dreams in the first 3 hours of sleep, and nothing in the last 4 hours... Not even an INRALD to catch. I was void zoning for 4 hours.

Feels like I haven't slept a wink

September 16, 2010

Asleep by 1am. Getting a bad cold, so sleep was a bit of a fallacy last night.

Walms, the puppy!
[Guest house]
Jack and I live in a guest house that is on my parent's property. It has an awesome bathroom. Nice big jet-tub and the sink is a very unique shape. Rectangular and nearly flat. I questioned how it holds water, but it seems to, so...okay...?

[Boardroom meeting]
I joined these other ladies around this boardroom table. They're all celebrities and I recognize them, but I don't know their names and I can't be bothered to look them up. This boardroom was inside the main house, where I was living.

I can't recall what was said, but the chick with the short red hair was upset because she'd said something that offended someone else. It was smoothed over, and we went on to our discussions.

The room very slowly started transforming. It was no longer a boardroom, but a very large bedroom we were lounging around. This is where Walms first appeared. He left the room, and I got a call on my phone. "I need you to meet me downstairs, urgently!" he said.

I excused myself and went downstairs. Walms had shapeshifted into a dog... a very adorable furball poodle (sorry Walms!). He said he had a hot date with another dog down the street :banghead: but his puppy convertible wasn't working... It all just kind of disintegrates from here.

Sorry Walms... my dreams get weird when I'm sick :Oo:

Weird Al fragment
Singing "Achy Breaky Song" to my BF.

September 14, 2010

G/C night. First time. What a craaaaazy night!

Asleep by midnight.

First cycle dream! (I usually don't remember these ones )
I'm working my old 7-11 job again. Both my brothers showed up together to buy junkfood. I got off work early and joined them.

WBTB at 3:30am. Took the G/C. Back to bed, but merely drifted for about an hour. Then, the G/C kicked in. I decided that I should pop the 0.5 melatonin recommended, so I spit one of my 3mg's into 4. It wasn't very even, so I took one of the smaller quarters. Back to bed, and still drifted. Went to the couch shortly thereafter and must've unintentionally WILD'ed, because I had no recollection of passing out. I was dreaming about sleeping in the same position when this series happened... (these dreams are all in one, btw. I kept "waking up" into a new FA).

Call from Dad
False awakening. I got a call from my dad (who works nights), who wanted to chat about something that happened at work. In my sleepy haze, I accidentally hung up on him. I tried to look up his name in my contacts list, but could barely read anything (I blamed this on my terrible eyesight - which is really bad - but even I have a point where I can hold something and read it clearly). I dialed what appeared to be dad's number, but instead, I got this awful sound on my phone. I can't describe it, but... it was AS terrible as that ending bit of "Nights in White Satin."

This woke Jack up, who wondered, "Why are you on the couch, and why is your phone making that noise?"

"I dunno, it sounds like demons moaning, and I can't make it stop!" I complained. (Yes, I think the ending bit of "Nights in White Satin" sounds like demons moaning... )

"Just turn the volume down on your phone and come back to bed," he suggests. I do so, and "wake up."

HH sounds - Lucid - 1/5
False awakening. I'm back on the couch again, with my blinders on. I had decided the best course of action to try to sleep through the G/C would be to WILD, since I usually pass out anyways So, I get these sounds of voices. Young voices, like children. I can't make out what they're saying, but it sounds like a noisy classroom. I try to envision it, and it's a little murky. Then gone.

It's very quickly replaced with the sound of a song. It's a Beatles song I'm creating in my head. It would fit in well with the revolver album, as it sounds very big band, like "Got to Get You Into My Life." I'm all pleased with myself that I can conjure up the tune AND the harmonies for John and Paul so well (but not lyrics! I can't make out what they're singing), and I consider trying to record it when I get up and sending it to Paul with a note, "Dude, I dreamed this!" But then I realized that any recording I could possibly make would sound like crap

I "woke up" from this scene.

Collapsed! - Lucid - 1/5
False awakening. Jack discovers me sleeping on the couch and sits on me, trying to antagonize me. I moan that I haven't slept all night, so he tells me he's getting up for the day, so I should get back in bed and sleep. He gets off me, and I think to myself, "I already had a false awakening of Jack finding me on the couch. Better reality check to make sure." I pinch my nose and breathe. I try pinching it differently, and I can still breathe. "I must not be doing this right... hey... how can you pinch your nose wrong?! This must be another dream. I should try something else."

I get up off the couch and jump in the air to levitate... and crash hard to the ground. The fall doesn't hurt, but I'm sprawled out, belly-down, on the floor and I can't move. I stare at the carpet fibers until Jack discovers me on the floor.

He drags me to the bed by my arms, and I'm still belly-down, but now staring at the fibers of my bed sheets. I'm completely unable to move for myself. "It's gotta be the sleep paralysis," I thought to myself.

I woke up, nose-pinched and found that I had finally woke up for real.

I was awake for an hour again, so I took another quarter of melatonin again to pass out.

Lucid fragment - Lucid - 2/5
I'm flying across the ocean, through the clouds. I decide to spawn my wings because I haven't done that for a while, and I continue on flying.

Odd rain-showers
I'm at school with a group of DC's. This incredibly obnoxious kid comes in, and I can't remember what he says, but when he leaves, I say to my friends, "I hate people like him."

Now we're outside, mostly just chatting. I notice the clouds are getting thicker and darker. It starts to lightly rain, and I stare into the sky and sing "Wonderwall," by Oasis (although, by singing it, I can hear the song playing full out, in the dream). As the song goes on, I notice that there's a hole forming in the clouds, which allows for this brilliant beam of sunlight to pour through. I interrupt my friends' conversation to point out the clouds. We watch them move across the sky and another hole opens to reveal another beautiful stream of sunshine.

The clouds move off and the storm is over, which makes me sad. And wakes me up.

September 13, 2010

Asleep by 1am.

Decided to try an experiment, today. Awake at 5am. Tried a new idea during my WBTB... playing the mathematics gamex100 on brain age to help wake up my prefrontal cortex Was actually a really good idea! I settled in for my WILD and had better focus than I have in weeks. SP was pretty uncomfortable this morning, coupled with the knowledge that I knew my BF would be interrupting my attempt today (long story)... I ended up passing out at some point, I think around the 6am point. I was woke up by my end of WBTB alarm. I'm actually thinking I should kill that alarm, but it's usually so I can move back from the couch to the bed. But it's a potential lucid I keep interrupting.

Almost-completed Beatles goal - Lucid - 1/5
This was all 60's-era setting. About 1965, actually.
I was on a stage with a bunch of instruments set up. This stage was a bit unusual, as it wasn't raised, or surrounded by raised seats. In fact, it was all one level, and there was a space of maybe 10 feet between us and the first row of audience. I noticed a stagehand had two stop signs (like the cross-walk hand-held ones), which he laid on the ground in a ^ shape. I "knew" it was Paul's spot to stand on the stage.

At that moment, Paul came out from back stage, with his bass on him already. "Hey Paul!" I beckoned him over. I wanted to test whether he knew about going past the stop signs, or not. "Come stand over here, this is where you're supposed to be!"

Paul comes over and he's got one foot over the stop signs. "Noooo!" I said. "Don't go past them, it's dangerous! Look at how close the audience is!" I said, and positioned him back by his shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, I suppose you're right!" he said.

John came out, so Paul says quietly, "Let's see if John fucks up with it!" Then louder, "Hey John, come over here!"

John does, indeed, mess it up, resulting in me laughing at him and saying, "Noooo!" again, but in a silly voice. John's a bit more whatever! about the whole thing and sticks his tongue out at me.

George comes out and the same thing repeats. As I'm pushing George back, I think to myself, "Wow, even if this is just a dream, I'm acting pretty retarded, I should stop!"

I need to go across to the other side of the stage (we're on stage left, my keyboard is on stage right). Paul is supposed to play on stage right. As we pass each other, we stop and kiss briefly before carrying on.

When I get to my keyboard, though, there's a major catastrophe! There's a pool of water underneath my keyboard, and the stagehands are doing nothing to clean it! I find a mop (didn't have to look far ) and start trying to get the water up.

Paul sees me, and comes over. "Why are you mopping it yourself?!" he demands.

"Because no one else is, and I'm not going to electrocute myself by playing in a puddle of water!"

We get some help, but the water is turning into sludge. Sighing, I decided maybe I should just move the keyboard to a new place on the stage. I pick it up, turn around and...

I'm in a different room, facing Jack and listening to the Beatles on my mp3 player "Noooo! What the fuck!" I silently ask myself.

"What are you playing?" Jack asks.

"Just some Beatles," I say quietly. "Only, I was just going to turn the sound off, and mash the keys, pretending like I could play, because I can't actually play any songs yet," I say and do some fancy key-mashing that could totally pass for legit. I wake up.

Fragments
Talking to my dad and he has a full head of mop-top inspired hair, only he's his age in present time.

September 12, 2010

Asleep by 1:30am.

WBTB at 4:30am. I was drifting in and out of sleep throughout most of this. Trying an experiment. It failed, but produced a funny result... Every 10 minutes, my snooze alarm was ringing and pushing me back to awareness.

Pet rat
I was sitting in front of my rabbit's cage, but my rabbit wasn't in there. Instead, it was the adorable Arizona rat (type of breed) with beige hair. It was coming up to the side of the cage and bumping noses with me like my rabbit does. I would stick my fingers through the cage, and it would hold my fingers with its forepaws. It really wanted to be held, and suddenly, the cage was different. The cage bit was now wire with very open squares... big enough that I could pull the rat through them with a bit of maneuvering. I put my hands through the cage, and the rat let me hold him as I guided him through a square hole. Suddenly, my cell alarm (in the dream) started ringing. I had to put the rat down, and then I mashed my phone's buttons to snooze it again. But it wasn't working... odd...

It woke me up and I was still trying to mash the snooze button. I realized then that I had been snoozing for an entire hour, and it wasn't going to let me anymore. I had to turn it off and reset the alarm.

Tried to WILD for an hour, not a very good attempt. My dad was bumbling around upstairs and I didn't have my ear plugs in.

Back to bed and had troubles falling asleep. Back to the couch and passed out.

With a bad sort - Lucid - 2/5
I'm a character in this dream. A very rich girl, maybe no more than 18. We're set in around the 1910's judging by the clothes everyone is wearing. We're in a warehouse, and it's dimly lit and musty. A group of men working for me (about 5 maybe) have this woman sat at a table, and they are holding her there. I'm questioning her about a money transaction. A bit of false memory tells me she may have worked for me once... like a hand maid or something.

I recall looking over a paper transaction notice (which, ironically was printed in computer print) and saw that she wasn't lying, the transaction had gone through.

"It's too bad we still have to kill you," I tell the woman.

"Why?!" she freaks out. "I've done what you asked!" She is completely frightened and starts sobbing.

"I don't need you running to the cops," I say, coldly.

"Please, I won't! Please spare me! I don't want to die!" she pleads.

I feel a pull in my heart. I still need to kill her, but the poor thing, she's so frightened. "We won't make it painful!" I promised. "It'll just be like falling asleep, only you won't wake up..."

I trailed off and contemplated my last words. Just like falling asleep... I clued in I was dreaming, but only vaguely. I wondered how to change this scene. Maybe Danny could save the day?

My dream vision flashes over to Danny, who is lounging on a deck chaise, reading a magazine. "In a minute," he says, and waves me off.

My dream vision flashes back over to the woman, and one of my crooks (a crooked doctor) is holding the woman's eyes open with these tiny, thin hooks. "Wait, what are you doing?" I ask. The woman is shrieking, crying and pleading. "You're scaring her more, it wasn't supposed to be like this."

"We're going to take her sight first," the doctor explains. He hooks open her other eye and I wake myself up.

Back to bed again.

Fragments
Drinking a cup of coffee and discovered the cream is spoiled.

Watching this girl explain to her parents that her nose job was going to be a good thing for her.

Jack and I arriving at this BBQ at a friend's place, only to find that we're too late and people are leaving. Another guest says all the food is devoured.

September 11, 2010

The trick
I was involved with a group of people trying to play a trick on a group of bad people. This was really more than a trick, it was a whole set-up, I guess. Involved on the good team with me is Elijah (from work), Eddy, possibly my dad (according to my notes) and Jesse from All My Children. On the evil side is David from All My Children, and a bunch of dream characters.

We were trying to make David and his team believe that something had happened that didn't really happen. I was alone, and kicked off the plan. The details of what I said or did are very fuzzy. Eddy then got involved. Once it was rolling, Jesse came into the room I was in and was upset about the current pace and inactivity of our plan. He didn't know I had kicked it off. I filled him in on what happened so far, and he was pleased.

Missed dream signs
- Interacting with co-workers outside of work situations
- Interacting with TV show characters

Had I realized them
- Would've done some reality tests to see if any work for me (nose pinch, mouth roof, and tongue bite)
- Would've left the plot to summon Danny for help with conjuring my brother

Puppy fragment
Jack and I were renting a basement suite from Hannah, who lived upstairs. She was opening the door of our suite for us and this dog ran outside to greet us. He was typically brown-furred, but had this patch of fiery-coloured red fur on his nose. He wasn't the world's cutest dog, but he was super-friendly, which rather made up for it

Missed dream signs
- Jack and I living in an apartment other than here (this is a new sign creeping up a lot lately)
- Seeing people who I don't see anymore (Hannah)

Had I realized them
- Would've done some reality tests to see if any work for me (nose pinch, mouth roof, and tongue bite)
- Would've left the plot to summon Danny for help with conjuring my brother

September 4, 2010 - 1/5

Most of the plot of this dream is lost on me now. But my notes say there were zombies. I remember Jack, Julia and I being at a store. And there was something to do with food. As in, we were trying to order some. We decided to go to a new location, and Jack left ahead of us. Julia and I got into the truck, and she drove.

The next point I remember is Julia had vanished. I was adamant that we needed to wait at this point for her, because she was a dreamer. She vanished because she woke up, and when she chains back in, she'll reappear in this spot. I said it was like the guy in the Time Traveler's Wife... whenever he time-shifted, he generally shifted back to the spot he left.

August 13, 2010

No recall from before the WILD attempt.

WILD attempt unsuccessful... got a little too relaxed Fell asleep listening to ninja's subliminal mp3

Back to bed by 6am, and mantra'd to myself: How does my body feel? <- Noting this because it seemed to have worked That or the mp3... not sure.

The mirror - Lucid - 4/5
It's night time. I find myself walking up to a line up of cars in a drive thru. I randomly get inside a car at the pick up window. In the driver seat, there is a chick highly reminiscent of Mimi from Drew Carey, except she was as large as Peter Griffin from family guy (and also lacked a neck).





The other girl in the passenger seat was fairly nondescript. So anyways, the order is somehow wrong, and we go inside the restaurant. The restaurant is a bit shaky, and it starts melding into a school. And now, we were in the girls' classroom. My friends started talking absolute nonsense. It sounded like their tongues got all swollen. During this bit, I gradually started getting lucid, and by the time they started talking in tongues ( ) I was fully lucid.

I leave the room and I pass by the guys' classroom. I see Darren in there, but I'm not quite ready to do anything about that yet. I have two goals to complete first. A mirror and a unicorn. I walk to the end of the hall, where I tell myself there will be a washroom. "When I open the door, there will be a person-sized mirror for me to step through in there," I tell myself. Believing it, I opened the door. The bathroom was deplorable (as they often are in my dreams), lacked toilets... and mirrors. Ugh... Alright... let's just snap my fingers and summon one. I tried snapping my fingers, but for some reason, it wouldn't work. My fingers felt all swollen and floppy, and they just wouldn't snap. I looked at my hands in frustration and found my middle fingers looked like carrots (skin coloured carrots, mind). "You're fucking joking!" I said, out loud.

The forcing of control caused the dream to deteriorate. I remembered Mosh telling me about using senses and I remembered my own experience about interacting with the dream environment, so I immediately touched the door to the washroom and started rubbing it. It brought the dream back. I continued to do that until it felt solid again.

I turned around, and there was a small mirror on the wall, now. It'll have to do. I took it off the wall and flopped it on my head. It didn't quite thunk, it had some give. "Perfect!" I thought. I closed my eyes and started bringing the mirror down over me. Past my head, my shoulders. Around my waist, I told myself when this is done, I'll be in an enchanted forest, for the unicorn. I brought the mirror down through my feet, and stepped out of the back side. Still in the washroom. I sighed. This dream is being ridiculous. I also had to rub the walls again, because it was being shaky again. I remembered Mosh saying something about using all his senses. I smelled the washroom. It smelled like cleaner. I licked the door ( :sick: ). It tasted like nothing, but had the same texture as it did for my hands.

I need to find some other way to reach the unicorn, but I got slightly distracted. I realized I was wearing my nightgown (same as WL), but my flannel pants and undies were missing. I thought, "Oh fantastic, let's summon Darren now, then!" I stared at a wall. "Darren? Can I see you?" I asked, using the same trick I used to summon Danny, my DG. I turned around. He's not there. This is some of the worst control I've had in a really long time...

Alright, well, I remember seeing him earlier... I left the washroom and poked my head into the guys' classroom. A bunch of faces stared at me. No Darren, though.

I went out to the common area... scan, scan... no Darren. I began to think any of one of these guys will do... But no! I firmed my resolve. It's Darren or nothing! I realized he wasn't going to be in this dream, so, lets go find the unicorn.

I left the building, and found it's still nighttime (hooray for dream continuity! Sort of). I started jogging and remembered, "Well, I'm dreaming... let's just fly." At my side, was my purse, from WL. Good, cos I was using it for stabilization. Oh right, at some point here, I was playing around with throwing an object in the air, cos it kept coming down slowly (which amused me, apparently ). Also, I remember seeing the supervisor vehicle from work, and a bunch of guys were piling into it like a clown car... Let's just ignore that. Anyways, I kicked off the ground, flew a bit and sank. I kinda figured this would happen, though, cos I'd been having control problems all dream. I rubbed my purse and remembered to set a point on the horizon to focus on while I fly. I kicked off again, and fixed my "point" on the stars. I felt it connect with my third eye, and flying was now no longer an issue. I shouted into the night, "I summon a unicorn!" My voice sounded like laryngitis. The dream also started destabilizing again, too. I do remember seeing a unicorn come at me, but it kept fading I rubbed my purse again. Nothing. I rubbed my hands. Nothing.

When I woke up and looked at my clock, I realized I probably wouldn't have been able to save it anyways... I'd been asleep about 90 minutes, so the REM period was probably up.

I tried my mantra again, but I seemed to lack focus this go-around...

Hugh Laurie
A dream hanging out with Hugh Laurie. Not much else going on here.

August 8, 2010

Darren's car
My dad and I were in a shop. I could see through a glass wall into the next door shop. I saw Darren there, sitting at a table. I recall my dad was sitting across from me (against the glass), and he was saying something to me, but I kept getting distracted, looking over at Darren, and just saying things like, "Oh yeah?" really distractedly to him

We all left at the same time (including Darren). My dad and I were coming down the right of way lane, and he mashed the breaks because Darren nearly cut us off. My dad comments, "Just cos he's rich, doesn't mean he owns the road!" And my dad keeps inching along, trying to force Darren's car back... but Darren isn't giving up either!

Me, I'm just worried about the paint job on both cars. Our two cars were an inch away from scraping each other. I stuck my hand out in between the cars so they wouldn't scrape. I gave Darren a reproachful look, and he smiled at me

Later on, I found his fan page on facebook. I dashed off a quick message saying, something like, "Hey, I'm the girl from the car, earlier."

Darren contacted me. "Thanks for worrying about the paint job, but you really shouldn't have used your hand... you could have crushed it, and then I'd have been really upset!"

Danny Fragment, 1
Danny (my DG) and I were sitting on the porch of his house in my inner world. It was sunset and we had our guitars out with us. "I wish you would practice the guitar more, in waking life," Danny said.

Danny Fragment, 2
Danny, Darren and I were in this volcano-like cave. There were explosions and lava happening around us, and we were trying to get out. Darren was the one holding my hand.

July 28, 2010

Chatting with an ex
The dream actually first starts out with blackness. To be honest, I'm not sure if I dreamed this, or this was real. But I was experiencing really strong SP vibrations. I tried to move my hand through it, to test if it was my dream hand or real hand. I decided it was real. I entered a dream scene.

I was at some water slides with mum and Jack. I don't know why, but I didn't want to be there. Jack and Mum sent my tube down the slide and they went too. There was this side-slide that I traveled down, to catch up to my tube. At the bottom of the slide, I was in a new dream.

I was sitting on a couch with Maxwell (an old ex), just talking (in an apartment). He hands me this brown folder. It's a bit bulky. In it, I see this little slip of paper, that used to serve as a speed dial menu for a phone. Our names were on the same menu option, suggesting that we used to live together/shared the same phone number. We never did, IRL, but my dream self recognized it. I asked him why he would keep such a thing?

I went through the folder some more, and found this piece of paper with some crossed out directions on it. I said, "Oh, this was my fault!" Maxwell was confused. I said that what happened was, there were landmarks I was giving this person, and I didn't quite describe them properly.

During some point of our conversation, I make the comment, "Yeah married life hasn't been all it's cracked up to be." He agrees with me.

We hear someone enter the apartment. It's his RL girlfriend, Carlene. He greets her, and then returns to talk to me, and Carlene disappears. She re-emerges wearing a house coat and a towel on her head. I say to her, "Hey, Carlene!" She's surprised to see me, but we hug. We all started chatting.

My mum randomly emerges, saying the banana cream pie is ready. Maxwell and Carlene both take very large pieces. There was only one bit left that was already smaller than what those two had, but I cut it in half, not wanting to be greedy.

I heard what sounded like my phone's alarm clock (which is a very gentle, rolling guitar thingy). I played a second time and I woke up. However, the sound did not carry through into real life. I looked at my clock. It's 5am... my alarm wasn't set until 7am... I did a RC. Definitely awake. But how weird, that my alarm woke me from my dream, but it never actually went off

Some fragments
I remember the banana cream pie showed up in a later dream.

Some kinky stuff with Jack.

I didn't put a lot of effort into recall today.

I did attempt a WILD after 6 hours of sleep. I wanted to test whether it was better for me to do one with the WBTB or to do them separate. The verdict remains to keep them separate. I didn't slip into HI at all! Although I did experience some intense SP, complete with shaking, flashing lights behind my eyelids and even some noises... I tried floating and rolling and visualizing and after all that, I was still awake.

Verdict: Better for me to split them up. I prefer having the HI and just working on the balancing act between sleep and consciousness.

July 24, 2010
Another crap McDonalds dream
I recall working with the hashbrowns again, at McDonalds, and Maxwell (ex-bf) being there.

July 23, 2010

5:00am
Train station
I'm at a train station. I use some keys to unlock some doors. On the other side, there is a man coming up the escalator. He's old, and false memory tells me his name is Joe, and he's falling into dementia.

He walks past me and he says, "Oh, thank you for unlocking the door! My dog, Joe, ran through here, and I need to find him!"

Even though it was supposed to be my job to kick him out, I decided not to.

Cameras
I was watching security cameras, surveying the festival grounds that is in town (it's actually over, now). I realize I have been missing things, and I feel guilty for not doing my job right.

5a-7:30a
WILD. Failed - I fell asleep

7:30a
School crimes
Myself and another classmate got called out of class. We went across the hall to the washrooms, where there were more police. Someone had been murdered in there, and they think he's still in the building.

I suddenly get this vision of two people sitting next to each other, engulfed in flames.

We go back across the hall and out the windows everything is pitch dark, and the other classroom building has fire coming out of every window. I'm glad I'm over here, but my locker is in that building. I wonder how much stuff I kept in there?

Forums/HI
I was on the DV forums, in Naiya's WILD class. She was listing off a bunch of people who were successful last night. I was very disappointed that I wasn't one of them

9:50am
Wonky Elevator
I was in a classroom again. Nita (old classmate) gave my water glass to someone else. I was rather upset by this, and walked out to get another glass of water before class started.

I only needed to go down two floors, and I contemplated the stairs, but I was feeling really tired, so I decided to take the elevator. This girl asks me to hold the doors. I thought she was Nita, but it turned out to be a DC.

I hit the button for 64 (we were on 68). She hits the button for 2. The elevator doesn't even stop on 64, and the girl is all like, "WTF?" She tries to choose another floor for me to get off, but it still doesn't work. Then, it feels like we're going sideways, rather than down! I think to myself, "Wow, this elevator is acting rather dream-like!"

The girl distracted me from my brief lucidity by telling me we'll have to jump out of the doors once it reaches the main floor. We do so. I really don't need to be this far down though (and I've completely forgotten about the lucidity). I feel tense, because now my class has started, and I need to get back up. I have to try to jump back on the same way I jumped off...

July 17, 2010 - part two
Slept between 11pm-6am

Didn't focus a lot on recall, last night.

Baby Elephant
I was watching my friend (a DC) creep along a wall. Around the corner from her was a baby elephant. I tried to tell her not to scare the elephant, but she shushes me. She and the elephant peer around their edges of the corner at the same time.

The baby elephant is slightly startled, but my friend offers her hand, slowly. She then starts petting the baby elephant's forehead and neck. The elephant closes its eyes and relaxes into this look of supreme contentedness/happiness at getting petted. It was really cute!

July 17, 2010
Slept sometime between 1am and 11am

Muppet show drama
There was a Miss Piggy like character named Holly, who the other muppets were trying to get rid of. I'm not sure how they reckoned this, but if they could get Holly to jump on the trampolene 10 times, it would mean she had to leave. I watched them set up the act, and she stopped on a couple of occasions. Some other muppets were jumping with her, encouraging her to keep going. She completed her 10, but I woke up during the point they told her it meant she had to leave the show.

At a gym
Working out. Or so my notes tell me

Money stress
I remember us vaguely being at a house, first. Dad is stressing over our money situation. We all go out to a Donair place and each contribute to the bill.

Boyfriend troubles
I find my boyfriend is still sleeping, but he's set up his bed in the closet.
"Wake up, you need to get your day started," I tell him.
"I can't," he says.
"Well, then I can't pretend like things are okay between us," I said. He positions his head in a way that I can kiss him, but I ignore it and walk out.

I talk with his mum and my mum about something, but I can't recall what.