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1130? 353am wbtb
This starts as a false awakening. I hear Girl Friday downstairs and coming up the stairs along with other voices and I realize how extremely unlikely it is that she would be here; I am dreaming. She has a way of sidetracking me. She is going up and down the hall in a great rendering of my home IWL. I feel invisible at first since she doesn't seem to see me. I keep trying to get in her line of sight and see if I can get her into sexual mode like so many times in the past and eventually it works when I am undressing and acting like I don't see her...now I have her attention! She is watching intently as I undress and

Spoiler for Adult content:

I pull it out. It is impressive.

I proceed with certain actions and she looks so ready to pounce and she looks so sexy. More and more DC's come around which usually isn't an issue but this time it is some people from IWL who would be very unapproving it starts to have the effect of tugging at my last Saturday, basically raising doubt. And here's the interesting thing and something I'll need to work on with my RC's just in case doubt arises. Every RC was showing I was awake! Finger through palm looked slightly different with my palm lumping up a little on the other side but not convincingly and when trying it IWL previously I noticed the same thing can be seen a little. I tried to float up which is normally effortless but nothing happened and I'm starting to get nervous that I am running around naked IWL and the DC's of waking life loved ones are raising the ante. I even jump and not even a hint of floating or delayed return to the ground...felt like normal gravity! Darn FA's and unhelpful DC's but I know if my awareness were higher or I took better care of my lucid state at the beginning this probably could have been avoided. I believe this flowed into another FA where lucidity was basically gone and I ended up at a huge water pavilion built in the 50's with interesting architecture. There was some sense that this was all dream-like but I was kind of floating through the moment if that makes sense to anyone. The name of the pavilion had the designers name on a big sign but I can't recall his name...did seem like an Italian man's name. No.275

Much better LD string here: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/foge...night-3-63836/

1-8-12

Woke at 8:30 and fell asleep again.

I was in this sort of race, but it was a foot race and the "track", if you could call it that, was laid out throughout various hallways and corridors of a large building or complex. It was on multiple floors, and there were no real sidelines; the runners simply stayed on the track and the spectators stayed out of the way.
I came into the event late, sprinting through the front door of the hotel (The building was a really fancy hotel). There was a crowd (mostly made of men in three-piece-suits) between the entry-way and where the runners start about twenty feet in. I made my way through the crowd as it parted an crossed the starting line just as the whistle blew. Everybody took off, and, just like in a video game, about half of them were already moving faster than I was.
We all ran the course, doing our best not to collide as we tried to not lose speed on sharp corners. I even took to grabbing corners and using them to spin-turn quickly.
My memory skips here to the end of the race. It sort of trailed off, so I don't know who won, but me and my dad were in our old truck on our way back home. We stopped for gas and I stayed in the truck where I noticed that a bag of anime tapes I had lost [in real life, I decided not to buy them].I remember clearly a Neon Genesis: Evangelion DVD box set, but it had the weirdest-looking case you could imagine for an Eva DVD set. It looked like something from the "Little House with an Orange Roof" manga. Weird.
We left the station and started home. The route in mu dream was similar to the route we would take home from my Church's old building, including a certain double-overpass. Just like in real life, there was a car dealership to the left of and before the two overpass bridges. What was really cool was that there was a '57 Bel Air pulling out of it in front of us a ways. Then another. When I looked at the dealership, the whole place was full of these cartoon-colored 50's cars.
All the way home we passed nothing but 50's and late 40's cars. We were even trailing a yellow-and-cream 50's car, big fins and all.
As we left the city limits [we live a few miles out of town], it was getting dark we crossed under another underpass right after passing a WEIRD and very tall and very cartoon-looking (think "Meet the Robinsons) 40's-sort-of car. To the left of the road, after the overpass, there were probably two or three dozen of them lined up like at a car dealership.
It was dark now, and we passed another of these strange, colorful, cartoonistic 40's cars. The difference was that we could feel the wind resistance this time, as if we'd just passed a semi truck.
Okay.
Then we passed another, and both we and it were going a bit faster [in real life, this part of the route does have an end-sped-zone]. This time the truck physically shook left and right just after passing. The next time (again faster), the back end even fishtailed slightly. The last time, we had sped up considerably. As we passed it, I braced myself for the delayed wind-impact, but... it never happened.
And the next thing I remember is the next day.
At the next race. (In the same building.)

So it's the next race/day, and the gun sounds, and we're all off. The route is different this time, and quickly takes us runners to a grand staircase leading to the next floor. It's sort of split at the top, and my friend L (Previously referenced as "Elizabeth") is sitting on the small pedestal where the bannisters meet. (Yes, the same friend that I got married to in a dream eight months ago.) For whatever reason, I stop to talk to her, and she is happy that I'm participating in the race. I'm normally reluctant to participate in competitive sport-like events, so I'm happy about it too.
You can call me creepy (if you must), but as friends we didn't find it weird at all that I tickled her as a parting gesture. [You know, to say goodbye.] She giggled and said something like "Oh, don't do that; I'm still getting over that one time." (She was referring to that dream eight months ago.)
I agreed and, saying goodbye, I turned to continue the race.

And I awoke, immediately thinking 'Really???' "Really", because I don't even know L as well as half a dozen other friends in my life, and I haven't seen her much in the past four months.

And that is the account of my dream on the Eighth of January, Two Thousand and Twelve.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am a young blond girl of good families, but quite rebellious. I have some questionable friends and I do things my family would totally disapprove, like inhaling hairspray whenever things get boring.
I have a friend from school who is not as fortunate as me - she is from a poor family - but I really don't care about social class of a person as long as he/she makes me laugh. We are very close friends and we spend as much time together as possible. She comes by my mansion when my parents are not around, but the butler never opens the gates to let her in - despite my indignation and calling him all the names I can think of - so when she rings the bell, I slide down from my bedroom window to the terrace below and from there to the lawn and run to the gates to let her in. We then have so much freaky fun doing absurd and sometimes dangerous stunts.
She makes me so happy, sometimes I even think I am in love with her.
One day in class I slide a box with a ribbon on top, from under my desk to hers on my right. It's a gift for her and I couldn't wait for the end of the class to give it to her. Unfortunately the teacher - quite a bitch in my perspective - sees it and apprehends the box. She asks me what am I doing and I reply with a defiant smile, showing no remorse, shame or regret. I am always like this: I never, ever, feel or admit, even to myself, that what I do may be wrong. I am that free!
Although I am such a rebel, I am also brilliant and even without any effort, I get good grades. But the only class I truly love is literature and the guy who teaches it is the only teacher I respect and who can get my fully undivided attention. One day almost at the end of the class he talks about some lady writer and reporter with whom I identify a lot. She is Anne something (a big weird germanic name) and I write it down to help me memorize it for when I wake up (didn't work though). He says he'll say more about her in the next class, but I am determined to look for more info about her as soon as I get home.
...
Later on, I am already employed. I work at some office, possibly a newspaper or magazine. I arrive about one hour late for work and I try to sneak in without being seen by the boss. My colleagues just shrug their shoulders, nod their heads, but don't say a word. Unfortunately my boss blocks me at the base of the staircase to the upper floor where I have my desk. He looks unpleased, but not extremely enraged, so I say I'm sorry and make up some really bad excuse why I'm late. He says he's tired of my pointless excuses, since I arrive late every single day, they no longer work. I laugh, he's got a point. In that case, why doesn't he just let me go to my desk? He does. Everybody in the office considers me a spoiled brat with no notion whatsoever of responsibilities, but they all love me and forgive me my manners.
A colleague tips me that a certain guy I have a crush on - a navy officer who is, by coincidence, non other than my RL friend Granger - is coming by today to meet the boss, of whom he is a friend. I know he loves me back, but he just can't deal with my rebel, careless attitude, which is just the opposite of him. I see him stepping out of a car, so elegant in his uniform and as he enters he immediately sees me. He hides his true emotions but he flirts with me anyway and I play along, dreaming of the day he might consider me worthy of his true affection.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

2:00 GMT

A roulette of random fragments
I meet Diana by chance at a tiny alternative shop. We update each other on our lives. She is recently separated from her most recent guy. Her sister is with her and shows up to tell her they must go. I notice how much older they both look.
Then on some house with a big glass walled balcony. I’m looking through the window and I see some impressive black truck on the parking lot below. It’s of some really annoying guy that likes to show off. Then some bigger haulage truck appears and locks the smaller truck to drag it along for some fake driving filming with some actors inside. We see it parting.
Then inside some room people are queuing to drop a vote with Mara who’s on some chair with a ballot box on her lap. Behind me in the line is Zilla. She is mad at something and just expresses her protest and goes away. I cast my vote. The room is full of people waiting for the results and Mara is now sitting on a table presiding over everybody. Me and two other girls are sitting on the table with her. She is very nervous, I think she won whatever election that was and she says she wanted to quit, but that she realises people are greatly depositing hope on her. She mentions these three girls by her side for instance already said they want to share their dorm with her and won’t accept that she goes away.
A bit after, a professor invites me for something but I refuse and say that unlike Mara I am definitely resigning from my functions. I’m a sort of agent and I hand him over my stuff. In exchange he takes me to the headquarters and I must choose 3 goodbye presents, which seem to be a pin, a tiny doll and some earrings. I then stay alone in a room, cleaning up the info on my touch screen laptop. I find a folder with recorded albums’ and as I drag and drop them to some other portable device, they actually get printed in 3D, so they come out of the laptop as actual CDs in a case with printed cover and all. Some guys who came to see what I’m doing seem pretty interested on this and go through my CDs to check for my taste. I get annoyed by that, but they are a bit of a bullies so I try to ignore them. I finish and then I am outside on the street on some bus stop. They are also there, still nagging me a bit, but I ignore and instead I see some add on the bus stop of some Barbie dolls with designer clothes. I don’t recall details, but I know they were malleable and transformable and I think they were totally cool.
Then the black truck stops by again and all these bullies get in. I join them for whatever reason. They all get guns and start shooting to whichever target they see fit, including little birds landed on rocks. Luckily they don’t hit even once on the targets. Then we exit the big city and are in the woods, near a river. On the margins of the river, in the middle of the bushes I spot Big Foot walking around. I notice by his feminine walk, that he is gay (what...!?). I don’t tell anybody or else they’ll start a shooting frenzy, but they decide to stop right there for peeing. Oops, I just hope the Big Foot doesn’t show up or attack them...

7:00 GMT

On the moon
I recall going through some arched narrow hallway when I became lucid. I had fallen asleep thinking I wanted to finally go to the moon, so I thought about doing it. Found a door and wanted to do the portal to the other side trick by opening the door, but instead I went inside this room and decided for a more original approach. This room looked exactly like a pod and I imagined it to be like that pod that hit the moon in the eye on that classic French film “Trip to the Moon”. It had one round window which I shuttered and the pod became dark. I touched the wall looking for an imaginary button which I found and used to fire the imaginary engines. The lift off felt extremely realistic, with blasting sound and all. I didn’t want this to go forever, so I pictured it ending after a few seconds and it did. I felt it landing. I almost woke up, but managed to stay on the dream when I slowly opened the shutters to check the outside.
At first I felt I had failed. There was a girl outside looking through the window. Very pretty with curly ginger hair. She smiled at me as I exited the pod. I had landed in the middle of some busy street of some normal looking town. There was something odd about it but then I noticed it was the 50’s retro look of the place and people’s clothes and hairstyles. I had doubts this was the moon. I was about to ask her but I was scared to death by some ocean rising on my left, exactly like the streets of Paris rose above people’s heads on the Inception movie when Ariadne is playing with the dream. I could see a wall of water by my side and the fishes swimming but it never really engulfed me. Before that happened, it receded in a flash and on its place blossomed a mushroom of flat and round transformable screens, showing all kinds of images. I had the clear feeling I had seen this before and I turned to the girl to mention it. But she had already started walking and I went after her. We walked out of the town and passed by some high plateau with view over a giant canyon. At the bottom of it I could see cities sprawling to where the eyes could see. On the top of the plateau there was a giant lake and I almost fell on the water at some point of a narrow passage we walked in. Then we arrived at her tiny tiny car. Two girls were there waiting for us.
I finally got to ask them if this was the moon. They said “why, of course. Look up!” Then I looked up to the sky. It was perfect blue with some tattered white clouds and there it was: the Earth in the sky! Wow, pretty cool! But then I also noticed 2 other crescent moons. I got confused. I ask them about it but they just said, yeah, the moon has two moons. “And how come we don’t know that on Earth?” They didn’t reply.
They got in the car and I wondered how in the world I could fit in too. In the front there was only the driver’s seat and on the back only two extra seats. The girl closer to the door looked at me with very little will to make space for me. I asked her why the sky was so blue and if this place was under a protective dome or if they had terraformed the moon. She looked at me with a condescendent look and replied "Both!" as if it was damn obvious.
She finally squeezed in and I did to. It was an awful feeling and I almost woke up with the claustrophobic sensation and the pain in my legs when I closed the door and got so crammed inside. But I thought “It’s just a dream, the pain is just an illusion, there’s no lack of air either...”, so I manage to cope. It wasn’t long until we arrived at some facilities. On the left of the road was a long white ground level building which was some research lab of some kind. On the right side of the road there were greenhouses. The girls went to the building on the left but I felt attracted to the greenhouses. I entered the first one and there was a guy sitting on a chair in front of some table looking on a microscope or something like that. He just turned his head to see me. Looked surprise but didn’t ask any questions. I smiled at him and kept going inside looking around at all the plants. There were also some ponds, I guess for the aquatic plants. They all looked so alien. I observed one in more detail, which had a white pompon like flower sticking from the middle of an orange like structure sitting on a crown of thick leaves. The white pompon was retractable, like some ocean tubeworms. I see many plants I suspect may be poisonous or have some secret tentacles coming out if I get too close, so I try to keep a safe distance from them. Then I find the red hair girl again on the second greenhouse (they are all connected through passages), talking to some guy at a counter. He is showing her the latest animal they’ve created. It looks like some twisted twig with dozens of fractal like branches spreading from its main torso and it looks and moves like a ramified worm would. She picks it up in her hands and the animal escapes up her arm and up her neck and hides in her lushy ginger hair. It gives me the creeps but she is loving it. The guy then says the best part is this creature eats dust! Its favourite food is dustballs! They laugh at the perfect pet they just got! “Imagine having a few of these around in your house! No more dusting necessary!” I recognize it would be useful, but no way I would like to have those creepy creatures around.
Then i didn’t explore more of this world, because I woke up.

8:00 GMT