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Dream #1

My female friend H and I were in a mall at night. We were in one of the department stores. I think we wanted to head out of the mall.

We knew the exit we were at didn't lead to the section of the parking lot where our car was. But we didn't know what exit of the mall would lead us to our car.

But for some reason we were heading for the exit at the end of this department store, anyway. We walked out a double set of sliding glass doors.

As we passed between the two doors, a policeman, not a security guard, passed in front of us. He was a couple inches taller than I, kind of muscly, black, with lightish skin, and very short hair. He seemed to be trying to bully us or hustle us a little as he passed us.

The cop passed through the second set of doors, and we followed. After the cop got a couple meters away from the exit he turned around and did something like a sly, little look at us -- at me in particular, like he thought I was some sort of troublemaker.

I thought, Oh, god, I'm getting singled out all over again. The cop walked away. But I felt like I was going to get targeted for more harrassment.

I knew H and I had walked out the wrong exit of the mall. I knew the easiest thing to do would be to go back into the mall, straight through the mall, and to the correct exit.

But I felt like if the cop already had me singled out as a troublemaker, he'd probably either head back into the mall and harrass me or contact his cop friends and have them harrass me, if he saw me head back into the mall. So I figured the smartest thing to do would just be to walk all the way around the outside of the mall until H and I found our car.

Dream #2

I was sitting at a table in a food court area that kind of looked like the dining section at the student union of my old university. But this food court was either part of a mall or an airport -- or both.

There was one big area of seats, then a wide walkway, then another big area of seats. Both seating areas and the walkway were busy with people, all rushing all over the place.

I sat at a table full of people, mostly adults in their forties or fifties. But, off to my left, I saw somebody, maybe one of my old psychiatrists, sitting at another table.

I didn't want her to get up and hurry away before I got to talk to her. So I ran to her table. But when I got to the table, she was gone. But I felt like she was probably going to return. It was now like we were scheduled to meet. So I figured I'd sit here and wait for her -- so this time I wouldn't miss her.

But I realized I'd left my backpack (a huge, tall backpack!) at the previous table. So I got up and ran over to pick that up.

For some reason, I was now kind of wandering around in the seating area. I seemed to be upset with my most recent psychiatrist. I had feelings about her that were the same as IWL -- I felt like she neglected my deeper psychological issues all the time, always looking for a quick fix and easy way out -- to save herself the trouble of work.

For some reason, I felt like I finally needed to just complain to somebody about her. For a moment I may have complained to the psychiatrist I'd seen sitting at the table -- somehow. But that psychiatrist was now gone.

But now I saw my most recent psychiatrist's "boss," sitting in an armchair in a section of hallway after the seating area across the walkway from me. I went up to this woman and either sat in an armchair right next to hers, or knelt beside the woman's armchair.

The woman looked like Susan Seaforth, who played Julie Horton on Days of Our Lives, from around the time period of the late 1970s.



I either told the woman that I wanted to complain about my psychiatrist, or I just began complaining to her about my psychiatrist.

The woman listened to me for a moment. She then said that she understood what I was talking about. But she had to go take care of some business. When she got finished, she'd come back to me. I could tell her the rest of my story. And she could figure out what to do in response.

But I think this woman's "business" was to catch a flight. I'm pretty sure she even had luggage with her. It didn't register with me then -- but -- how long was I supposed to wait?

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was out on a wide, shallow, stone staircase with a lot of people. We all stood up near the top, near a whole wall of glass doors that looked in on a comparatively dark lobby. It was like we were all assembled out here for a photo.

I was playing some kind of important part in whatever proceedings we were all a part of. But there were these two really hot, young women right next to me. One of them, even though she was a really hot, young woman, may have been one of my friends' mothers.

The two hot girls began kissing each other. First they were just giving each other mild, quick, closed-mouth kisses. But then, either because I wasn't reacting much or because I actually was paying attention to them, they began to give each other slower kisses.

I was pretty aroused by this. The two girls kind of fed on my arousal and began giving each other open-mouthed kisses. They even kind of sunk down a bit, almost kneeling on the ground with each other. They may have been wearing wedding dresses, as if they were going to marry each other.

Now the young women opened their mouths slightly and began slowly sliding their tongues back and forth into each others' mouths. This was too much for me to handle.

The girls stood back up and were almost right in my face. So, even though I didn't want to start kissing my friend's mom, I just crept my face a bit closer. I began working my tongue in there a bit.

I was trying to get my tongue in there in the least intrusive way that I could. I was really turned on by the girls' lesbian kissing. I didn't want it to turn into straight kissing. I just wanted to get a little bit of the lesbian erotic energy on my own tongue.

I'm back...I have a yearlong journal in the grandfathered section and my resolution in new years was to do another year long one straight.

Mummy in the florida keys

It was like I was coming back to college ut instead, I was going to college in the swamp lands of florida. It was weird because I would frequently see an aerial view of the neighborhood I was living in when talking about it. I spent most of my time in the airport with other kids who were going to do the same program that I was in. When I got t the the airport, I first met one girl, slightly chubby with blonde frizzy hair, who was going to my same program. Soon a lot of other kids started started gathering who were going to the same thing.

In the library (another section of the airport around the gate), there were many sets of shelves, one of them seemed to belong to me in a past experience with the program. My stuff was scattered to the ground and thrown all over the place. I was pretty mad and I was spending a lot of time trying to find a small paperback book with a blood red cover with a black boy on it. Instead, all the books that I could find were other paperbacks, most memorably, a Redwall book like the ones I used to read when I was younger. There were 2 black boys and one tan white girl, all about 16 standing around and chatting around my shelf. It was them who had messed up all of my stuff. I got really mad at them and punch one of them but then I cooled down. He was still really mad at me so I let him punch my arm a couple times until he cooled down too. Then I told them that there was gonna be a mummy where I was living. The girl was instantly interested and one of the boys, a shorter bald kid who kinda looked like an older version of the boy in Role Models said that because i was telling these interesting stories, the girl was gonna be in love with me. This was true and she wouldn't stop following me around.

the aerial view of the neighborhood that I was living in was interesting. It had a couple of houses painted in interesting tropical houses. A lot of the land was covered in water and the houses were mostly connected by dry sand patches in between the land. There was a bridge made of giant pink stones and covering it was a giant light house.

Dirty Train

This one was inspired by the movie metropia, an interesting movie but I was tired and fell asleep during it after I wrote the first half of this entry.

I was on this strange train thing but I was in this very big grungy kinda really dirty room. the room had a couple couches and a lot of young 20 something girls, mostly tanned white but some middle eastern, yes all pretty attractive, but meant to look like they had been working really hard. They were all rebels against their big brother of a government. We were getting into the station and they did this massive cleaning up of their room to hide all of their contraband for when the government worker would come in and inspect it. This was amazing because it featured a giant garage door esque thing that scraped across the floor and very thing that was beyond view kind of disappeared...i can't really describe it right now. So when the room (a room about 30'x30' or maybe a little bigger, metal walls floor and ceiling, was scraped clean we moved back in the couches and added some fold-able tables to fill the space. I was also walking around and I noticed that we had a window at the front of the cart so that we could look out at the tunnel that we were traveling down. I walked out of the giant room and down a hall toward the front of the train (which shouldn't have been there because the window in our room was the front. I noticed that our window actually pointed into a weird sweatshop esque room. I ran back to my room and was yelling about the window, which was now covered in a blind, about how it should not be able to look to the front because there was another room there. This is when I became lucid but it wasn't that big of a deal for some reason. I kind of just brushed passed that. The girls wondered what I meant and lifted the blind and showed the room I was talking about but they said that it had never shown the front of the train...Finally we came to a stop and were about to be inspected. There was one guy who was the inspector guy. He looked like jason stathom but a little skinnier from not eating well. He inspected the room.

Earlier in the dream, i just didn't know how to connect the 2 incidences, we were walking around this strange place, before the train, and I noticed that all the workers (all male), were bald with silvery grey skin. One of the silver guys asked me if he had something on his cheek. I laughed really hard and said that yes, he had large smudges all over his right cheek that looked like different color oil stains, like brown, yellow, and other food-ish like product.

Later back when we were on the train, I asked one of the girls how the people became grey and she said they get that way after they disrespect the government. Each one of those splotches on the cheek (this detail a little fuzzy) was a mark after one of your family members was killed for punishment from your behavior. I was so sad because I had laughed at this guy earlier.

So like I said, everything was inspected and we passed. I started walking around, still lucid but taking it for granted, and looking at all the people. It was really cool and I suddenly noticed once more...hey, why is this dream taking so long. Then I remembered, "duh, dreams just last longer when you're lucid!" At that moment I was walking passed a black middle aged guy and stared at him with a funny face as I walked by to amuse myself. He looked confused. Once again, I stopped myself and realized, Whoa, lucid, gotta do something with this! I realized that I didn't have any shoes on so the first thing I did was try to imagine the feeling of shoes on my feet instead. I didn't try for too long and I just quit that. The next thing I did was went to this ledge thing which was the ledge of a stairway, one of the kinds of stair ways where it looked like it wasn't connected to a wall...crap I'm sucking at explaining things right now. (somehow it wasn't a train I was on anymore I guess) Anyway, I started to try to jump up on it and grab the ledge but I wasn't jumping higher and my grip was extra slippery. I regain composure, "come on, you're lucid, just make yourself jump higher." I gave a couple more pushes with the same result.

I looked behind me and the agent inspector guy was there and he was pissed, I was breaking some rule or something. We got into an intense fight (I was thankfully ok at that in my dream) but he still kicked my ass and tackled me to the ground, pinning my head down and sitting on my back. He said something about me doing something wrong and disrespecting him so he took away (the gov could do this) my access to some webpages and made my facebook less powerful (evidently it had some cool power to take away).

Another Train (FRAG)

took another nap...

Just a fragment but I was on a train, regular size this time, and I was with one really fat white woman and probably 2 other skinny women. I remember vaguely the fat one talking about breast feeding and she took out her breast. Some other stupid stuff...

Happy New Year everybody!

2 Full dreams (2 points)
1 False awakening
1 WBTB attempt (1 point)

I was in an airport and we were carrying our luggage through to departures. When we got there I accidentally put my hand luggage on the conveyor belt, so we had to wait for it to come back round where I could pick it up.Once that was done we boarded and went and sat near the front, we then changed our minds and went to sit at the back near the door. When everybody was on the plane started to make it's way towards the runway, it took a shortcut over some rubble and we flew in the air for a few seconds before coming back into contact with the ground. We then turned around to face the runway, it looked as though we were under some kind of motorway bridge. Then we saw the runway; it was so short, there was no way a plane could manage to take off in that short distance. The pilot throttled the engines to full power and we shot off down the runway, they roared loudly as we rushed towards the end of the runway and everybody thought we weren't going to make it. But just feet before the end the plane gained enough speed to pull up and we took off. The dream then ended. (Full Dream- 1 point)

I was sat in a hall and in front of me was a stage and curtains, I was in a theatre and by the looks of things it was nearly full. I glanced at the two huge red curtains to see a fat woman dressed in white peeping through. Then the lights dimmed and I realised that I was sat right at the front very close to the stage. The curtains seemingly disappeared and there was now a fake bar in front of me with stools all around it and the woman I saw earlier serving. Then Jamie Oliver appeared round the corner with another stool. He explained to the audience that he's been sent 20 miles on foot to find this stool which matched the other at the bar. He sat down opposite the barmaid, right next to me. He said something funny and everyone laughed but me, so he turned round to me and said "Are you not finding this funny?" and I said back "Sorry I didn't understand the joke" (even though it can't have been the funny) He repeated it in simpler terms and everybody laughed again but me included this time. He patted me on the knee and said "Ah you get it now!" and he returned to doing the play. My mum who was sat next to me whispered in my ear saying "Go on stroke his knee" and I said no because that would be a bit random and weird. The dream ended here. (Full Dream- 1 point)

1 WBTB attempt (1 point)

Michelle Bachman

I am visiting my grandparents. I have been spending a few nights at their place, and it is time for me to head home. My brother is going to do something first, and my grandfather (who is a retired pastor) is going to visit someone in the hospital. Apparently, Michelle Bachman has been visiting friends at my Uncle's church, and has had an accident. My grandfather explains that he is going to visit her.

I debate whether I should go with my brother or my grandfather, and decide that it would be neat to meet Michelle Bachman on such informal terms. I decide that since the hospital is not far out of the way for me, I should follow my grandfather there and then go home from the hospital.

There is a whole scene involving me and the GPS, looking for the power cord etc., which is too boring to try and recall right now. Cut to the hospital.

As we are driving I wonder if they will let us in to visit. After all, she is a presidential candidate, and it seems unlikely that people can just wander in when they want to. I worry about secret service people. But it seems that clergy has a special priveledge, and my grandfather says nobody will mind if my grandmother and I come along.

We arrive at the hospital. My grandparents and I sit in the waiting room. Ms. Bachman apparently has a few visitors already. I run over in my mind how to address her, realizing that I can't remember if she is a senator or a congresswoman. I decide to just say "hey".

Eventually, the nurse calls us back. Someone opens the hospital room door, and my grandfather ushers my grandmother and I in. I walk in behind my grandmother, and find that there is nobody in the room. There is some nice furniture, and it is set up almost like a living room. There are some chairs and a couch in front of a fireplace, and a sort of hospital bed in one corner. But apparently this is not the hospital room. It is kind of a waiting room that is part of a hospital room suite. Michelle is in another section, and once again we have to wait our turn.

I notice that there are some other people in the room waiting to see her as well. There are some kids in their late teens or early twenties with a trifold poster board, pracitcing a presentation on injuries. They figure that they can get Michelle Bachman to work on something to protect kids from sports injuries, counting on her recent experience in the hospital to give them traction.

My mother calls me back to the original waiting room for a second. I forget why. I tell her we are about to go back to see Ms. Bachman, and I try to show her the way back. But as we walk, the hospital seems to become confusing. It used to just be a short hallway and a door, but now there is a huge area set up like the inside of an airport. The more I walk, the more confusing it gets. I try to jog, but it is that frustrating kind of movement I always get when I try to move quickly in a dream. I retrace my steps, thinking I have overshot the original hallway that leads to the hospital room.

"Argh!" I think. "Of all times for Mom to show up and pull me away." Somehow I know that my grandfather is now visiting with Michelle, and I am missing the chance to visit. "This kind of thing is always happening to me. Why is it always like this? As soon as I get the chance of a lifetime, something happens to take me away, and then I can't find my way back. It's like one of those frustrating dreams I am always having!"

More out of frustration than anything, I decide to do a reality check. "Maybe this is a dream," I think. But I only think it in a frustrated way. I don't really think it is a dream, I'm just annoyed. I quickly count my fingers, and there are 5 of them. Nothing unusual there. I don't do any other reality check, because I "know" this is reality and I only did the RC to make a statement anyway. "I guess I'm awake," I say.

Then I wake up.

Sweet Shop

I get a job working in a candy store. This dream goes on for a while, but much of it seems to center around all the tasty things that I keep wanting to eat. There are sick kids too, who keep coughing near me. There is a dish of some kind of candy that I sneak bites of every once in a while. I think I am working with my brother.

Pathetically missed dreamsign

I go to use a public restroom. I am trying to find one with decent privacy. I wander into a men's room, and find a stall. The lights don't seem to work well in there, and part of the restroom is dark. Even where I am it is dimly lit. I have some uneasy thoughts about "things" lurking in the darkness. I comfort myself by thinking that I am in a light place, but I know that "the things can look at me out of the darkness"

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in an airport. Near me was a black man who may either have been a friend or an acquaintance. He was kind of tall and kind of strong looking. He had long, wavy, brown hair that almost looked like a wig. He also had a long, black beard. He wore black sunglasses, a black, denim jacket and no shirt, and probably blue or black jeans.

The man was in trouble for some reason. Airport security may have thought of him as a terrorist. I hoped security's suspicion of the man wouldn't spread to me. The man and I seemed separated from each other by about ten meters. Near the man was a line of boxes about knee-high.

I was now in the man's house, which was a big mansion. We were in some area like a living room or a sun room. We still stood apart from each other and facing each other, like we'd stood at the airport.

The interior of the mansion was spacious and open. Everything was white, and there were big windows and sliding glass doors everywhere. The man may have been wearing white versions of the clothes he'd worn in the airport as well.

Somewhere was a "library," which the man showed me. It was really just a bookshelf. It was wall-height, maybe three or four meters long, with five or six levels of shelves.

All the books in the "library" looked like they belonged to one edition or came from one publisher. The books were all bound in leather or fake-leather, marbleized-looking covers. The bindings had gold lettering and trim.

There were only three colors of books: blue, red, and green. The three different colors were all grouped together. There were very few blue books: they only took up a portion of the left side of the very top shelf. The red books took up the most space: from where the blue books ended, down to about halfway along the second to last shelf. The green books took the rest of the space.

The man may possibly have showed me "my bedroom," or the guest bedroom, which was, now, also the library. In this library-bedroom there were a bed and a desk, both white. Over the desk was a wall-mounted bookshelf, with the same kind of books as on the previous bookshelf, arranged in a similar fashion.

This morning I recalled a dream.

Went sleeping 01:30

The dream:
It all started on a flight station. Me, my sister and her boyfriend were gonna order some tickets as we would next day fly to another country and have a couple of days vacation.
We was order tickets through a touchscreen computer, first my sister and her boyfriend made an order for their tickets. Then it was mine turn and I choosed which date I want to fly and then it was not much more to fill in, not what I could see anyway.
We then went to get our tickets and headed home for packing bags and stuffs.

When I'm home I am looking at the ticket and I can now see that it's also written what flight home I have choosen. Was it only 2 days in the other country we would be?
I asked my sister when we are coming home, as I hadn't filled in on the touchscreen computer of what date I want to fly back, because it made up a date automatic.
My sister then make it clear that I have been order my ticket wrong, that I should have picked 1 more day in the other country (idk what country we were going to, but a warm place).

I start packing my bag fast and wonder how many pairs of pants I need, I thought that about 5-10 pairs would be enough for 2-3 days ()
Then I reach the phone and call the airport and asking if they can change it, so I can stay one more day in the country as my sister and her boyfriend would.
But the girl on the phone is telling me that it's not possible as I already have order and taken out my ticket.


And then the dream recall faded.


Woke up 06:30
but kept on sleeping to 08:00 and first then wrote down what dream I'd.

Okay, last night's dream was really strange and seemed to go on for a long time:

I'm at a large airport that doesn't resemble any I know in real life. I'm outside and planes are being moved around and parked on the tarmac. Most of them are models I am familiar with: MD-80's, 737's, etc. But one of them is like nothing I've ever seen before.

It's huge and triangular, wide in the back with what look like delta wings like on the space shuttle, except that these don't look wide enough to give the aircraft the necessary lift it would need to fly. It almost looks like there are two fuselages, sitting one on top of the other, and held together in some kind of yellow tubular framework. The body of the plane ends abruptly at the front with a completely flat nose, not curved like most airplanes are. I can't help but stare at it and wonder what kind of drag that flat nose would cause on the aircraft itself. It's almost like it's the rear section of what would eventually be a double decker aircraft of gigantic proportions.

Next, I find myself inside the airport. I am walking and talking with a woman who is wearing a one piece flight suit with military type markings and insignia. She is excited because she has just been chosen for her first assignment where she will parachute out of an airplane. We are walking outside because she wants to find the airplane she will be parachuting out of. We get outside and I see only three aircraft that look intact enough to fly. I tell her, "It's either this one", (pointing to one airplane), "that one over there", (pointing to another one), "or.....(pointing to the strange looking airplane), "it could be that weird airplane back there." We're not sure which airplane it will be, so while we're waiting, we decide to take a closer look at the strange aircraft. Looking at the flat nose section, I remark to her how much it looks like a pig's snout. We walk along the side of it and I tell her that it looks like it has an upper and lower deck, both with seats and point out what at first look like seats out in the open, not enclosed or protected by any walls or bulkheads. The seats are very small; at first I think they may be seats for babies to sit in. But that doesn't make sense because babies would not survive sitting outside an airplane when it is flying; they'd freeze to death. But then I notice the name "Gerber" printed on several of them and realize that they must be for baby bottles. "That makes sense," I say, "because they could store the baby bottles out here and they would be refrigerated by the airflow and high altitude. But how would the flight attendants be able to reach them in flight? They'd have to be wearing some kind of pressurized flight suit." Nothing about the design of the aircraft seems to make sense.
At that point, a man I know in real life, T.P., walks up and tells us the our airplane is arriving and fixing to touch down. We're watching it's approach and the pilot is requesting instructions for landing. T.P. is telling the pilot to land but he seems to be making jokes, saying things like, "Kiss the runway" and "slap the pavement". The pilot is so confused and/or inexperienced that he overshoots the runway and has to circle around and try again. I look at the woman and ask her, "You're going to jump out of that???" Then I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

I'm not quite sure whether the first dream isn't actually two dreams. The part in the bar may have been one dream, and the rest may have been another dream. I wrote it as one dream, since I don't remember waking up between scenes. But it may actually have been two dreams.

Dream #1

I was sitting with a few girls in a dark bar. The only light may have been from little, multi-colored lights like Christmas lights, except seeming a bit softer, and, at the same time, more neon-colored. My whole view seemed to be a bit fuzzy.

I was waiting for some girl. But apparently she was really late. I may have started to think that she wasn't going to show up. I pushed my chair backwards and away from the table, as if my chair had wheels on it.

I moved past a number of tables. The tables seemed to be half-booth tables, where one side of the seats is a booth, set against the wall, and the other side is moveable chairs. I stopped moving backwards when I got to a table full of office women, maybe in their late thirties.

The office women seemed to be flirting with me. I thought they were all attractive. So I thought I might flirt back. Maybe one of them would hook up with me.

But now I was moving my chair forward, back to the girls I had been sitting with. As soon as I got back to the table, a girl sat right in my lap.

The girl wasn't skinny, but she was pretty. She had pale, smooth skin and longish, brown hair, all done up, like she was going to the prom. She wore a satiny, pale-chocolate-brown mini-dress with silvery, swirly designs on it. The designs may have been glittery.

The girl, I somehow knew, had been upset because someone hadn't shown up. I thought that this person was supposed to go on a date with the girl. But the person may also have been the girl's father.

The girl and I were now snuggling against each other pretty passionately. I figured I must have been snuggling with the girl to make her feel less bad about having been ditched by the other guy. After a moment, the girl broke off from snuggling with me. My view was all foggy, like someone had been kissing a camera lens.

I figured the girl was going to come back. But I didn't know if, once she came back, I could really commit to being with her. After all, wasn't I waiting for some girl here?

But the other girls at the table were looking at me. It was pretty plain they thought that I was already thinking of this girl as my new girlfriend. One of the girls handed me some kind of present, like a congratulations gift for getting a new girlfriend.

The gift was like some clear, plastic tubing made to look like a rose. There was a main stem, two small, leaf-like stems branching off of that, and then a clear, plastic rose-blossom (which was more like a bud) at the top.

All through the tubing and in the rose-blossom/bud were little lights, like LEDs. The stem may have had blue or green LEDs. The blossom/bud either had blue or purple LEDs.

I thought, getting a gift like this, that I couldn't back out of being the girl's boyfriend now.

I was now sitting out on a bench with an older man and another person. The other person may have been a man, or it may have been my mom. If it was a man, it was probably like my mom's old boyfriend, who was now standing up as a kind of character reference for me with the man.

The man was the girl's father. Apparently I needed the girl's father's approval before my relationship got too heavy with the girl. The father was kind of tall, overweight, with greying hair in a kind of feathery, old-style cut. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

It was night, but we were sitting in the father's backyard, right near the house, under an incandescent porch light. There seemed to be a huge, tent-like structure right in front of us, possibly big enough to be taking up a good portion of the backyard.

The father and the other person were talking relaxedly about some stuff that seemed a bit over my head, like "adult talk."

I stood up and walked over to the tent. I went inside. The tent was lit by incandescent light. The inside had solid, plasticky, but thin walls. The top of the structure kind of pointed upward in a pyramid shape, like circus tents do in cartoons. The top was made of tent-like fabric. There was no floor -- just bare soil.

The father and the other person walked into the tent. Somehow, from the conversation, perhaps, I came to understand that this structure was the outer housing for a nuclear reactor. The reactor was now going to be built.

I was here, I now knew, to get a job from the father, who was in charge of building the reactor. I needed a job, since I was going to get into a pretty serious relationship with the father's daughter. After talking with the other person a little more, the father said that I could have a job helping to build the nuclear power plant.

It was now daytime. I was still in the structure, as if no time had passed. But now the structure was a lot taller and bigger: as big as a small warehouse. The ceiling had all kinds of metal piping in it, and it seemed to be separated by a couple of meters from the tops of the walls. There was a guy in a hard-hat, suspended by a wire, working on something between the ceiling and walls.

I somehow knew there was at least one other structure like this. But there may have been two other structures. One of the structures may have been a lot more developed than this one. It may already have had a reactor built inside of it. (I think I was visualizing a cooling tower *inside* this structure.)

The person who'd been talking with the father was now gone. The father may have been around for a second, but now he was gone, too. It was implied that I knew what I was supposed to be doing, so that I should get to work. But I didn't know any of my co-workers, and I was really shy.

Suddenly there was a big explosion. There were a couple other people in the structure with me. Apparently the explosion had come from one of the other structures. We needed to assess the situation. We ran outside.

The area was like a big, vacant dirt lot. But at the end of the lot, maybe 50 meters from the structure I'd been in, was a little shelter like a doorless shelter where farm vehicles could be parked.

I was hardly even outside when I noticed that everybody else was already over in the shelter across the way, putting on raditation suits. There were three or four men in a line, all young, Asian men. They all wore white masks over their mouth and nose.

The men were in different stages of putting on the suits. The suits were yellow, thick, and rubbery. The men had stood into them, apparently, as they lay crumpled on the ground. They'd then pull the yellow suits all the way up over their heads, then zip the suits up. The suits may have had red boots.

I may actually have flown to the shelter to get there faster. I don't think I stopped flying. Instead, still floating, I was looking for a free suit. I saw a couple suits lying crumpled up on the floor, waiting for people to stand into them. So I thought they were available. But looking closer, I noticed they had some men's clothes in them. So, apparently, they were already taken.

I "knew" that there were more suits in an underground storage area just across the lot from this shelter. So I jumped up maybe four or five meters in the air and flew over to the shelter.

The shelter was in an area at the edge of some hillside or canyon. The hillside looked out over a lot of green, rolling hills, like in some kind of juniper- or pinyon-strewn desert. The sky was pale grey. But the horizon was filled with low-hanging, dark grey clouds.

The underground shed was fenced off from everything else by a two-meter-tall wooden fence, which was kind of old and greying. The doors to the underground shed were just like the doors to an old cellar. Their wood was also old and grey, kind of messy.

I lifted up the doors once and looked down into the underground shed. It was really dark and messy. I thought I probably wouldn't be able to find anything down there, let alone a radiation suit. I was also afraid that if I went down there, something would jump up and attack me.

The doors must have fallen shut, because I had to open them again. Only now they were a lot bigger and heavier, though still made out of old, greying wood. They also seemed to be set into a large, heavy, concrete circle.

I needed to get both doors open in order to go inside, but I could only get one door open at a time. I had to fly to lift the doors -- they were either too tall or too heavy for me to lift otherwise. But as soon as I'd get one side open, the other side would fall shut. It somehow reminded me of how I'd get frustrated as a kid, not being able to fold the flaps of a cardboard box.

I may have stood on the ground for a moment, taking some time to figure out how to do this the right way. I looked out at the hillside and grey sky.

I suddenly saw, maybe only 250 meters away, a red and blue passenger plane, a big jumbo jet, flying up into the air rather clumsy. I then noticed that the plane's right wing was entirely gone. The plane seemed to be smoking. I tried to remember whether I'd heard any explosion.

The plane seemed to be trying to pull into the air. In fact, it was pointing almost straight up. But it wasn't going anywhere. It was just bobbing in the air, maybe 100 or 200 meters up in the air.

I kept waiting for some kind of explosion. I figured it the wing had blasted off without an explosion, then something deeper had happened that would work its way out in a huge explosion.

It seemed now like the plane was trying to land. The airport the plane had come from was nearby, across a couple sets of rolling hilltops from the fenced-off area that I was in. The plane was still pointed up in the air, but it seemed to be bobbing back over to the airport.

The plane made a final descent into the airport. But it was still pointing nose-up. I couldn't see it as it descended behind the red-brick walls of the airport (???).

But the plane now seemed to be almost as big as the airport. As it descended -- crashed -- tail-first on the tarmac, it exploded in a big fireball, which only got bigger as the rest of the plane was consumed. A huge fireball now burst up over the tops of the airport's building.

But the exploding airplane was causing other explosions at the airport. I figured these were other planes, exploding from the heat and flames from the first plane's explosion. Soon a huge wave of fire was tearing through the airport. The entire airport was on fire!

Somehow I saw a set of doors at the airport -- as if the airport were now only 50 meters or so away from me. The flames had passed an area, although there was still a lot of brown smoke. The doors around this area were like doors in some sort of theme park or shopping center themed like the Old West.

A husband and wife ran out from one of the doors. They felt, I knew, that now that the flames had passed, they could make a run from the airport. They probably felt that if they stayed at the airport any longer, they'd risk getting caught in a second wave of flames.

So they ran away from the airport. They saw me in the fenced-off area with the underground shed. I waved them in.

The couple was maybe in their early fifties. They looked like they were maybe upper-middle class. The woman may have been pale skinned and a bit overweight, with frizzy, blonde hair. The man was compact but strong, tan, with short, wiry, grey-white hair. He wore a black polo shirt and, possibly, khaki shorts.

The couple may have told me what they had just gone through and that they were trying now to get to safety. I understood that what they meant was that they wanted to get back to their house.

I didn't know where the couple's house was. But I knew that there was a main road farther along the hillside. There were also a really big shopping center and people who could conveniently get the couple a car to get wherever they wanted to get.

But to get the couple to this place, I'd have to fly them there. I thought I could fly both of them there. But I'd have to lift them into the air one at a time. This was more to make sure that each of them wouldn't be afraid of heights as I flew them over the hills.

I *think* I lifted the woman into the air first. But we barely got off the ground before the woman got terribly afraid. I landed again. The woman ran over to some corner of the fenced-off area that had a little outdoor structure like a tool-shelf and work-counter, all made of old wood. The woman wouldn't leave that area. She was hysterical with a fear of heights.

(If it *was* the woman. It may have been the man.)

I now tried to lift the man (? or woman?) into the air. But I found that I couldn't fly up into the air with the man. He was way too heavy. This was surprising to me, as usually my flying had the effect of cancelling out gravity, so that everything I flew with weighed nothing. But the man wasn't losing any weight. He was still heavy.

Dreams #2

I was apparently telling people about a precognitive vision I'd had. It had to do with some kind of nuclear reactor, which looked more like a big piece of old factory equipment, with cogs and gears and cranks and wheels.

I was probably telling two people about my vision. The people may both have been women. They may have been wearing white lab coats.

I told the people that this particular reactor was different than almost other reactors, because two crank-wheels, which, in other machines, were set outside the reactor, were, in this model, set inside the housing of the reactor.

In my mind's eye I could see a small, steel door that opened up to get inside this "reactor" (or huge piece of old-time factory equipment). The inside was mostly gears, all tightly-packed, lit with a kind of dim, incandescent light. There were two crank-wheels, one in front of the other.

I told the people that the problem wasn't actually with the crank-wheels, but with a pane of glass either between or off to the (left --my left (?)) side of the wheels.

This pane of glass had a problem with it. It was forming, inside of itself, red streaks. The red streaks actually looked like drops of blood.

I'm at the airport about to get on a large aircraft. I'm on the jetway with my ticket and boarding pass but can't get on because there is a problem with another passenger. A flight attendent or gate agent is talking to the passenger and trying to resolve the issue. It's time for the aircraft to leave and the door would have closed already except that some middle aged woman (a passenger?) has stepped into the doorway and is keeping the door from closing. While all of this is going on, another flight attendent or gate agent walks up to me and asks to see my ticket. In my mind, I'm thinking that they're not going to let me on the aircraft because I tried before and wasn't able to get on. But this time everything seems okay and she ushers me into the aircraft. She tells another flight attendent something like, "Hey, you know that big box that you were going to watch TV on? Well you're going to have to move it because someone is going to sit there." The flight attendent leads me through the aircraft to my seat. As we go, I'm seeing empty seats here and there and wonder which one is mine. The seats are blue, as is the carpet. Some of the seats have what looks like plastic coverings on them. They might be blankets, I don't know. The flight attendent leads me to a place where two rows of seats come together at a 90 degree angle. There is a black woman laid out asleep across several seats, including mine, and the flight attendent wakes her up and has her move so I can sit down. She points to the seat that's right in the corner of the 90 degree bend and tells me that's my seat. So I sit down. That's all I remember.

Last night, I tried out a new app called Lucid Dream Brainwave for iPad. My dream recall seems to be going in reverse, so I wanted to see if it would help any. I had it playing all night and saw no improvement whatsoever. This morning all I remember are fragments of one dream.

I'm at the airport with my mother and two of my brothers. We've just arrived from somewhere and are on our way to our car. As we're leaving the terminal, I stop to hold the door open for everyone, including two or three women who are behind us. One of my brothers yells for me to "hurry up", since I'm falling behind and I have the keys. I explain to him what I was doing, then we continue on to the car. My brothers aren't sure which car it is, so I take out the keys and use a button to open the trunk. They proceed to put their suitcases in the trunk then get in. I take my mom's suitcase to put it in the trunk and comment to her how light it is. She responds by saying she just packed enough for an overnight trip.

Later, I'm walking down a side walk to a large, really long table. Some kind of contest on going to go on there and the participants are finding seats. I'm dressed in nothing but shorts and a shirt and carrying some kind of curved stick. It's what I will need for the contest and all the participants have them. I notice some of the participants are guys that I work with at my job. I walk along the table looking for an empty seat. But since the seats are so close together, I'm trying to find one that still has vacant seats on either side of it. I finally find one and prop my stick against it to save my place. Looking at the way some of the other participants are dressed, I decide that should have also worn underwear and a pair of flip-flops.

Next I am walking up to a table where my mom is sitting and getting ready to eat dinner. I'm carrying a towel, some shorts and a pair of underwear wrapped up in the shorts. I alos have on a pair of flip-flops now. There is a woman standing at the table next to where my mom is sitting and she is stirring something white in a small pot of hot water that is sitting on the table. I ask my mom what it is and she tells me it's underwear and she's having it washed so they will be clean. She also tells me it's for Jasmine, who is one of her grandchildren in the waking world. I stand there and consider doing the same thing to the underwear I have, since I'm not sure if they're dirty or not. I decide not to (they look clean) and sit down.
Then two more peole join us at the table; a woman and a young girl. We greet them and my mom looks at the girl and says, "What a perfect little person." I turn and look at the girl to see what she looks like. She has long straight black hair, dark skin and braces. She smiles at my mom.

That's all I remember.

In my dream last night, I'm sitting in a vehicle at the airport where I work. I'm in the passenger seat and one of my crew chiefs (J.H.) is in the driver's seat. We're parked out on one of the taxiways and I'm watching some kind of training video on a flat screen TV that we have set up on the dashboard. From time to time I'm distracted by this other guy who is driving some kind of strange construction vehicle up, down and around the taxiway near us. I can't help but watch him because he doesn't seem to know what he's doing. He keeps running into signs and markers. There is a headlight mounted on the front of his vehicle that is almost broken off from all the collisions he's had.
From up ahead, these two other vehicles start coming down the taxiway towards us. Each of the vehicles has some sort of spinning brush head mounted in front of it and they appear to be cleaning/polishing the yellow stripe that runs along the length of the taxiway. I tell my crew chief, "I would just stay put. They'll go around us...", but he has already started backing up so I add (a little sarcastically), "..or we can just back up down the entire taxiway." But right after I say that, he makes a 90 degree turn to the left and backs OFF of the taxiway into the grass. I'm impressed with this and say something like, "We should have parked here all along so we wouldn't be in anyone's way."
As we're sitting there, I see another vehicle (a forklift?) coming down the taxiway. It has a big bag or box or something hanging from the front of it. It is trying to make a left turn but the guy in the other vehicle who keeps running into things is in his way. At first, he backs up but not enough. Then he means to back up but drives forward instead. Finally he backs up enough to let the other vehicle get by. I look down the other taxiway that the vehicle turned onto and see a dumpster off in the distance and realize the other vehicle must be taking trash to the dumpster.

I was on a travel. I remember SM and an airport. I was in a computer game. We were heroes with powers. We rode on a train in the mountains. Then we found that in the middle of a... sea, or swamp, the tracks were broken. The two of us fell into the water.

I was able to land on a some broken wooden parts of the train. The water is... dirty greenish yellow. There was something in the water, so I hurried to the shore. I arrived on a yellow-sanded beach. My companion is still on the sea. I stayed away from the shore, but I saw that my companion set up a trap as soon as he reached land. I asked what he was doing, and then I saw a sea goblin (or whatever) rise out of the water after him. He caught it, and the trap prevented the creature from going back to the water, therefore weakening it. We captured it, and we got... fruits.

After that, we ran and entered a secret base in that mountain. We played what seemed like a computer game. We play as a pair, facing monsters in 2D and defeating them. There was one character that uses a dragon-like laser to attack the enemies.

Then it turned very real. We were fighting. We won at first, and then we lost. Everybody died, but one or two of us. One was a girl who was one of the main characters in the previous "game," and the other is a boy that wasn't the main character. The boy main character died. Now we're planning to resurrect the rest to help oppose the evil that is rising.

I was in a building, with people who a group of people wearing business attire. They were planning the next move. They're sending us out.

Rob was there. He gave me instructions about where to drive and find the hideout without being followed. He also suggested I don't leave the car in the target area to avoid detection. But the instructions were so complicated, I didn't want to follow them. When I went out with my accomplice, I asked him if he's going to leave his car in the area, or if he's going to go back and park the car. We both agreed it's troublesome to do that, so we parked it near the target area/hotel.

Inside, there were a lot of people in formal attire. Then I noticed another guy. An enemy agent. I thought he was an ally at first. I walked outside, and tried to hide in the green bushes (it's veeeery green), but it wasn't very effective. I realized he might shoot me, so I ran deeper into the bushes instead of just staying near the edge to spy on him.

After some short running, he released his powers. We were near a plaza or something. There were five floating balls (like the dragon balls). Each has different powers. I was able to fight back, and defeated him. I was stronger magically than physically. He dropped to the ground, body facing down. He said something, before he disintegrated into the ground, and his head disintegrated into the skull of a cat.

I saw a primitive torture machine made by a primitive kid.

I was traveling, either to Dumaguete or to Manila. I was in a Ceres bus terminal. The place Bais also went to my mind. Solimar was there, when we were in the bus terminal's comfort room. Mood/Theme: faded yellow and black. Night.

I was part of a sports team. Not sure what sport. There were a lot of us. It was after a game, or some time after a game. The coach will treat us to a restaurant. We're not sure what restaurant, so we opted for Mang Inasal (I'm not sure if it's called that in the dream). Coach ordered a "bucket" of chicken inasal, but I find it too small. And there's no rice. I wanted rice, so I ordered my own meal of chicken inasal with rice.

I was on the airport. An airplane. I was going to Manila. The mood changed from dull yellow to sunny day.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

10-10-11 Intentions were simple meeting up with people from the IOSDP (secretly targeting Katsuno, though he isn't the target till next Saturday =P).

“You a Wizard or a Witch boy!?”

I am put in a situation where I have to choose my professional progression path in the field of magic. There are two ways to go. The first is the wizard way, which involves evocation magic and direct energy channelling. The other is the Witch way, which relies more on potions, rituals and props though it is equally as powerful.

I am with someone that may be my parents and they may have been ghosts. I remember the male, which I believe to be my dad looking at me looking like a zombie with bright red eyes. I am walking amongst some streets that have a winter/autumn feel to them, it is quite cold. I leap up onto one of the buildings, defying gravity a bit using wizardry powers.

I get a simultaneous narration on what it will be like if I choose one profession or the other. It goes even further to explain that even beneath the two main categories there are further specialisation. One of these paths is that you have to work under conditions quite harsh and this is examplified by me receiving a strong cold wind in my face and I understand this to be the standard working condition of this particular path.

My POV shifts so I am not myself any more, rather I am now my dad or the zombie/ghost version of my dad at least. He/I sit down and I basically tell him that the windy conditions aren't the right choice and that we should be patient and wait for the right path.

There is more to this dream before this part though I don't remember much of it.

Skip

The dream shifts to something else, though thematically there is still something about ghosts. In particular there is a guy who is creating a water slide attraction. He is a ghost himself and the nature of the water ride is that he takes people for a drive in a train underwater.

People who are in the train have their eyse at the surface level of the water so they can see for themselves what it is like to drive through water (!?). The dream might have awoken me slightly or at least increased my cortical tone, because I keep having these sensations of having various plants pulled over my eyes inside my eyelids, which is scary and very uncomfortable experience. (one of my biggest fears is having my eyes slashed by reeds).

There are two girls sitting down on a bench outside the lake where the water attraction is. They are eating sausages with a lot of ketchup and mustard while I am preparing an explanation on the water attraction. I go on to explain that the attraction has existed for about 3 years and it was tough in the beginning. The way it works has changed over time to the way it is now where the driver is underwater driving the train between two layers of ice.
…............

“Balloon/Free(Jet?) flight instructor stylez!!”

I am on a patch of land that looks quite fertile and green. It is surrounded on both sides by water. it is daytime.

I am a flight instructor having radio contact with a number of people who are trying to learn either balloon or free(Jet?) flying or a combination of the two.

Out in the field there is a crucial point where you have to have taken off before. Otherwise you will get stuck in two trees with branches crossing each other over the flight path we have to take. There is another instructor on my team who complain about this, seeing as there isn't a lot of runway to take off from before reaching this spot.

I rationalise that by throwing people out in the deep end they will become better pilots later on, though he doesn't really agree with this. I back this up with a particular psychological theory. He says a word, which I hear as Lenin, which I explain that he is not entirely incorrect about this as I am referring to Russian psychologists. He then starts laughing and explains that this wasn't the word he said.
…...................

“Kaomea, Katsuno and an Airport”

I am walking through a street with a lot of people with various kinds of shops. Food, clothing and souvenir shops. The general feel is that the shops are put up for some kind of event and aren't there normally.

Skip

I am walking through an airport terminal with Pil. There is something weird about the situation so I shout out for him to wait for me while I do a reality check. I look at my hand and I don't notice anything particularly different, I pull my thumb into the palm of my hand while I am looking at the back to see if I can make an additional thumb grow.

I can't do this and I shout out “Bah I can't even make an additional thumb grow”, but I still keep looking at my hand and all of a sudden I see that half of it disappears so I only have 3 fingers left.. like a turtle hand.

I spend quite a lot of time trying to calm myself down as I have a suspicion that a lot of my lucids end because of over excitement. So I am standing there looking at the surroundings. The terminal has quite a modern feel to it. The floors and general look of the place is rather metallic though the designers have also found some room for plants. It is fairly bright outside.

I then start working on my goals, but obviously my memory is not playing ball with my intentions. I start walking into the terminal while I shout out “Pil!” intending on finding Pil. Pil comes around the corner, but then I remember that he wasn't the guy I was supposed to meat up with, so I shout out for “Kaomea” and she also appears from around a corner. She looks younger and paler than her picture (and compared to how she has looked before) and seem to have quite a naïve expression on her face. I don't really have anything to say to her. She is all dressed in black.

Then I recall that it was Katsuno who signed up to be the mark for dream invasion, though I am cognizant of the fact that it isn't until next weekend I still shout out “Katsuno”.

I start walking out and jump up towards a sign to see if I can fly a bit, which I am not that successful with, though I don't really care. I continue walking out and there are a lot of plants intertwined with the industrial metallic look of the airport terminal.

At this point I ask Kaomea if she is actually Kaomea or just another DC, and she confess to being a dream character. I think I stop her before she runs off because I need to see her eyes. I have a suspicion that they are yellow, which could indicate that it is Mitzu playing up and they are, but I don't continue the conversation, also she doesn't really feel like Mitzu. Then I might have punched her in the face down an escalator.

I then find Katsuno who is a fairly tall Caucasian male with black hair, not really short, but not long either though it isn't spiked. He is dressed in clothes that would indicate that he is German, a tracksuit maybe(?) (think I primarily infer this because I know him to be German, rather than an objective attribute of his clothes).

Katsuno is talking to someone at the same time as he is walking, maybe another couple of walking with him. I Say “Katsuno”, but instead of responding to me he just keeps on talking to these other people. I get slightly annoyed with this and decide to not waste further energy getting his attention, but then he actually grabs me around the shoulders. I say “I am Dennis, we are dreaming together, this is the goal we are trying to achieve” he replies “yeah I know, I can't believe how vivid this is!”.

I am then walking outside and inside the terminal towards the exit there are some shops with yellow umbrellas over them, I believe they are 'Tuborg' umbrellas but I don't stop to check for sure. I continue walking outside.

Once outside I start thinking about the TOTM and recall that it has something to do about trick or treating. I want to do this at a private door, but I can't seem to find any amongst all the shops. So I look down one way of the street and expect there to be a private door behind me when I turn around. It doesn't really work, though I get the feeling that I won't have to walk far to find one.

Then my memory plays a trick on me and I recall that I have to do something with a shoe. So I walk up to one of the people at the shops and ask her to remove her shoe. She is wearing white priatey clothes and I kneel down to remove her shoe. However I think it might be difficult to get it off, but I mentally remind myself of not acting stupid putting barriers up for myself. So I end up getting off her shoe, it is a white shoe, and I put it on the muddy ground and then the shoe turns into 2D and I wake up, under the commentary of a narrator.
…...........

“FA”

Unsure if I have a FA, but I recall attempting to WILD by making a dream manifest around me. I am not sure though if this memory is from waking or sleeping condition though I suspect this to precede the lucid from the airport.

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

10-10-11 Intentions were simple meeting up with people from the IOSDP (secretly targeting Katsuno, though he isn't the target till next Saturday =P).

“You a Wizard or a Witch boy!?”

I am put in a situation where I have to choose my professional progression path in the field of magic. There are two ways to go. The first is the wizard way, which involves evocation magic and direct energy channelling. The other is the Witch way, which relies more on potions, rituals and props though it is equally as powerful.

I am with someone that may be my parents and they may have been ghosts. I remember the male, which I believe to be my dad looking at me looking like a zombie with bright red eyes. I am walking amongst some streets that have a winter/autumn feel to them, it is quite cold. I leap up onto one of the buildings, defying gravity a bit using wizardry powers.

I get a simultaneous narration on what it will be like if I choose one profession or the other. It goes even further to explain that even beneath the two main categories there are further specialisation. One of these paths is that you have to work under conditions quite harsh and this is examplified by me receiving a strong cold wind in my face and I understand this to be the standard working condition of this particular path.

My POV shifts so I am not myself any more, rather I am now my dad or the zombie/ghost version of my dad at least. He/I sit down and I basically tell him that the windy conditions aren't the right choice and that we should be patient and wait for the right path.

There is more to this dream before this part though I don't remember much of it.

Skip

The dream shifts to something else, though thematically there is still something about ghosts. In particular there is a guy who is creating a water slide attraction. He is a ghost himself and the nature of the water ride is that he takes people for a drive in a train underwater.

People who are in the train have their eyse at the surface level of the water so they can see for themselves what it is like to drive through water (!?). The dream might have awoken me slightly or at least increased my cortical tone, because I keep having these sensations of having various plants pulled over my eyes inside my eyelids, which is scary and very uncomfortable experience. (one of my biggest fears is having my eyes slashed by reeds).

There are two girls sitting down on a bench outside the lake where the water attraction is. They are eating sausages with a lot of ketchup and mustard while I am preparing an explanation on the water attraction. I go on to explain that the attraction has existed for about 3 years and it was tough in the beginning. The way it works has changed over time to the way it is now where the driver is underwater driving the train between two layers of ice.
…............

“Balloon/Free(Jet?) flight instructor stylez!!”

I am on a patch of land that looks quite fertile and green. It is surrounded on both sides by water. it is daytime.

I am a flight instructor having radio contact with a number of people who are trying to learn either balloon or free(Jet?) flying or a combination of the two.

Out in the field there is a crucial point where you have to have taken off before. Otherwise you will get stuck in two trees with branches crossing each other over the flight path we have to take. There is another instructor on my team who complain about this, seeing as there isn't a lot of runway to take off from before reaching this spot.

I rationalise that by throwing people out in the deep end they will become better pilots later on, though he doesn't really agree with this. I back this up with a particular psychological theory. He says a word, which I hear as Lenin, which I explain that he is not entirely incorrect about this as I am referring to Russian psychologists. He then starts laughing and explains that this wasn't the word he said.
…...................

“Kaomea, Katsuno and an Airport”

I am walking through a street with a lot of people with various kinds of shops. Food, clothing and souvenir shops. The general feel is that the shops are put up for some kind of event and aren't there normally.

Skip

I am walking through an airport terminal with Pil. There is something weird about the situation so I shout out for him to wait for me while I do a reality check. I look at my hand and I don't notice anything particularly different, I pull my thumb into the palm of my hand while I am looking at the back to see if I can make an additional thumb grow.

I can't do this and I shout out “Bah I can't even make an additional thumb grow”, but I still keep looking at my hand and all of a sudden I see that half of it disappears so I only have 3 fingers left.. like a turtle hand.

I spend quite a lot of time trying to calm myself down as I have a suspicion that a lot of my lucids end because of over excitement. So I am standing there looking at the surroundings. The terminal has quite a modern feel to it. The floors and general look of the place is rather metallic though the designers have also found some room for plants. It is fairly bright outside.

I then start working on my goals, but obviously my memory is not playing ball with my intentions. I start walking into the terminal while I shout out “Pil!” intending on finding Pil. Pil comes around the corner, but then I remember that he wasn't the guy I was supposed to meat up with, so I shout out for “Kaomea” and she also appears from around a corner. She looks younger and paler than her picture (and compared to how she has looked before) and seem to have quite a naïve expression on her face. I don't really have anything to say to her. She is all dressed in black.

Then I recall that it was Katsuno who signed up to be the mark for dream invasion, though I am cognizant of the fact that it isn't until next weekend I still shout out “Katsuno”.

I start walking out and jump up towards a sign to see if I can fly a bit, which I am not that successful with, though I don't really care. I continue walking out and there are a lot of plants intertwined with the industrial metallic look of the airport terminal.

At this point I ask Kaomea if she is actually Kaomea or just another DC, and she confess to being a dream character. I think I stop her before she runs off because I need to see her eyes. I have a suspicion that they are yellow, which could indicate that it is Mitzu playing up and they are, but I don't continue the conversation, also she doesn't really feel like Mitzu. Then I might have punched her in the face down an escalator.

I then find Katsuno who is a fairly tall Caucasian male with black hair, not really short, but not long either though it isn't spiked. He is dressed in clothes that would indicate that he is German, a tracksuit maybe(?) (think I primarily infer this because I know him to be German, rather than an objective attribute of his clothes).

Katsuno is talking to someone at the same time as he is walking, maybe another couple of walking with him. I Say “Katsuno”, but instead of responding to me he just keeps on talking to these other people. I get slightly annoyed with this and decide to not waste further energy getting his attention, but then he actually grabs me around the shoulders. I say “I am Dennis, we are dreaming together, this is the goal we are trying to achieve” he replies “yeah I know, I can't believe how vivid this is!”.

I am then walking outside and inside the terminal towards the exit there are some shops with yellow umbrellas over them, I believe they are 'Tuborg' umbrellas but I don't stop to check for sure. I continue walking outside.

Once outside I start thinking about the TOTM and recall that it has something to do about trick or treating. I want to do this at a private door, but I can't seem to find any amongst all the shops. So I look down one way of the street and expect there to be a private door behind me when I turn around. It doesn't really work, though I get the feeling that I won't have to walk far to find one.

Then my memory plays a trick on me and I recall that I have to do something with a shoe. So I walk up to one of the people at the shops and ask her to remove her shoe. She is wearing white priatey clothes and I kneel down to remove her shoe. However I think it might be difficult to get it off, but I mentally remind myself of not acting stupid putting barriers up for myself. So I end up getting off her shoe, it is a white shoe, and I put it on the muddy ground and then the shoe turns into 2D and I wake up, under the commentary of a narrator.
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“FA”

Unsure if I have a FA, but I recall attempting to WILD by making a dream manifest around me. I am not sure though if this memory is from waking or sleeping condition though I suspect this to precede the lucid from the airport.