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The first thing I can remember was coming home from school and being very excited. My mother told me that my old childhood friends (their names being Riley and JP) were coming up from Georgia for a visit.
I came home and went into my room and played Minecraft for a little while. Then I went on the internet and there was this article about these explosions happening because of some gas that had escaped into the atmosphere. They were talking about what states in the US had explosions over them.
Then, the knock on the door. I ran over to see, and sure enough my two childhood friends were there. They were coming in and for some reason I was having trouble seeing them.
My mom came upstairs and took me into the bathroom. She told me that I had some sort of sickness that caused my eyes to swell up and make it difficult to see. She said that it would go away in a couple of hours.
Eventually Riley and JP were up in my room. I showed them the article on the internet about the explosions happening. The article had updated and there was a video that showed the times that the explosions had happened. Then a newscaster came on and said "This catastrophe is only going to get worse."
Around this time my problem seeing wore off and I could see fine again.
My parents called me from downstairs and told me that I had to go to some kind of after-school study session or something. I told them I wanted to stay home and be with my friends, but they told me that if I did not go I was grounded.
We all got into the car and drove to my school. I was walking down the hallway, and I told Riley and JP that I was sorry that they were having such a bad time visiting me when all of this boring stuff was happening.
Then I took out this comic strip I drew. I wanted them to read it while I was studying so that they wouldn't be bored. The comic strip showed people fighting, but the paper had some kind of power, and the comic strip was animated. It was sort of like a stop-motion movie with a bunch of drawings actually moving around on the page. The problem was the animations would only play once.
Then my parents made us get into the car again. He told us we were going to the arcade and going to see a movie. I cannot remember what movie we were seeing, just that I did not want to go see it. I said that I did not want to go to the arcade because it was a crappy, worn down place.
He said that we could just go to the movie, but I think we went to the arcade anyway.

Then I cannot remember how I arrived at the far side of my own neighborhood. It was foggy and cold. There was a man wearing a black jacket mugging me. I can remember him having a big knife.
I became Lucid and immediately took care of the threat at hand by throwing a huge fireball at him. But as soon as I did that the dream destabilized too quickly for me to salvage it.

I was awake, and I'm about 95% sure I was actually awake, and had not just FA'd. I affirmed to myself that I would go back to sleep but remember all of the dreams that I already had.

I fell back into another non-lucid dream. I was actually inside the game Minecraft and there were these guards. They told me that I was in trouble for stealing. They told me that I had to go inside a wooden building; that was like a jail or something. I went inside, and It looked like any Minecraft house. There was a bed, a workbench and a couple storage chests.
For some reason, I got really sad and sort of spiritual. I began punching the walls of the building, and just as in the game, I got out of the building and went onto the rooftop. I moved the bed up there and went to sleep. But just as I was falling asleep, I can remember someone walking towards the bed.

I false awoke back into the same dream. I was really groggy and the dream was no longer like Minecraft. I was just in a bed. I was laying on my side with my arms wrapped around something.
I got up and realized there was another person. I got up into a crawling position and realized who it was. I won't tell you her name, but I will tell you that SHE is from my school, she hates me, and she was totally naked!
To some relief, I noticed that I was wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt.
I asked her what she thought she was doing she told me that she "could not resist any longer" I guess my mortal terror and shock caused me to have another false awakening.

I had a vivid false awakening in my own bedroom. There was this boy in my room (who's name was Connor I think)
He said that he was borrowing an eyepiece from my telescope to look at something.
He set up this really old looking telescope on my windowsill and looked out at the sky from my window. I told him to just stay as long as he wanted. I was going back to sleep.

I finally woke up in real life, after all of those dreams. I made sure to RC to make sure I was not going to FA again without catching it.

(real life)
I got a call from this guy who lives in houston, he said hey Jamone this is Joseph (he sounded like a ghetto accent).* I said no man this is Josh.* I expected him to say oh woops I called the wrong number but instead he said Oh well if you see him, tell him Cicero is looking for him.* I went with it thinking this guy will realize I wasn't who he was trying to reach but he wasn't too bright.* I said aight mayne (with a ghetto accent).* He said hey man you know anybody that wants some handlebars?* I said nah man I don't.* He said aight well latah mayne.* I laughed without an accent saying bye.* Anyway, the next day he called again but i was in college and I couldn't really answer it.
The next night, I had a dream about that guy finding me and here it is.
(dreamed this)
So for some odd reason, we were having a church basketball tournament and we were on the road to New Orleans.* We finally made it to where we were going and it was a restaraunt and a gym and an arcade at the same time.* When we got there, I recognized some people from our church.* We had to take our shoes off at the entrance like at a kids play place or something...
When we walked in, my family went to get a table and I was going to have a look around the place.* I started walking toward the arcade when these two black guys came out of the arcade and said hey Josh what's up man?* I was confused.* He said, don't you remember me?* It's me Joseph!* I then kinda paniced thinking he was going to get mad that I was pretending I knew him on the phone.* He said and this is Cicero remember?* I pretended again like I knew them and was trying to find a way to get back to my family.
Then he said I got those handlebars you ordered!* I figured I was going to have to buy some handlebars to who knows what (the guy never told me what they were for in real life) and then I could go be with my family and this would all blow over, but that's not what happened.
He pulled a brown paper sack out of his jacket pocket and it looked like drugs.* I tried to go toward the restaraunt but they said come on this way and they said we'll go over here so nobody suspects anything.
*Now I'm not a racist so don't judge me!*

We go down this long hallway and at the edge of the hallway is a window on each wall and I can see a basketball gym out each window.* They shut the shutters on the windows and he said alright here is what you get, it is the good stuff.* I kept trying to find a way out but there was none.* I looked and said yep that's what I wanted (trying to get rid of them as fast as I can).* They said alright now you got the cash?* I had left my wallet in the truck and I was now wondering if they found out I didn't have enough money, would they shoot me or try to fight me?* I said oh I left my wallet let me go get it.* They said aight we'll wait here.* I then rushed to get to the restaraunt to tell my family the odd situation and on my way there my dad walks bu and says hey we are leaving, I've been looking for you.

I go to the front door and there are shoes everywhere!* More people showed up and now there are just piles of shoes by each door!* I look for my shoes where I left them and they aren't there.* I then see a little girl sitting on the floor with a cast on her left femur, putting on shoes that are a little too big for that look exactly like mine.* I said I think you are wearing my shoes and she says go away these are mine!* I then said fine have it your way.* I took them from her and she starts screaming.* People look at me and I said that she is stealing my shoes!* I get them and they don't fit me, they are too small.* I then hear my dad say hey Josh your shoes are over here hurry up.* Man I felt stupid.
I gave the shoes back and her older sister who is about my age said don't worry about it, she has been a brat since she broke her femur.* I said it is okay I can understand what she is going through, I broke my femur around that age also (true story I actually did).* I go get my shoes from dad and then I woke up.

I was in the taito arcade in japan. I was on vacation there. The first machine I came across was a pop'n music machine, but it was broken. I was disappointed because I really wanted to try it. I walked around a little bit and played a round of beamania. My brother was there too. I looked across the room (I was on the second floor, which was like a balcony) and saw a huge crane game with plush kirby toys inside. There was a counter where you could redeem your tickets for prizes. There were a lot of cool prizes, too, like pop'n music merchandise.*

I had this dream when I was five and have had the same dream three times after. The last time I had it was eight years ago. I am now nineteen.

This dream starts out in a beautiful forest somewhere. The sun is shining through the tall trees (which is rare since 99% of my dreams are cloudy during the daytime). The only sounds are that of the grass beneath my feet as I walk and the soft rustling of the tree branches in the wind.

I'm walking through said forest when I come across two wooden doors standing by themselves near the edge of a darker part of the forest. The door on the left slowly opens.

Through the left door is an arcade with a lot of people in it. This room seems packed to maximum capacity, yet the people there walk around with ease. I take one step towards the left door when the right door begins to open.

Through the right door is a boardwalk amusement park with not so many people. There are a lot of concession stands and game stands but the only ride visible is the ferris wheel right at the edge of the boardwalk.

I enter through the right door. Instantly, I am surrounded by my family (five, including me) who are all smiling at me. I smile back and look to the ferris wheel. Behind it, the sun is setting on the horizon. The water reflects the sun, making the view even more beautiful.

The dream skips to where my family and I are in one of the cars on the ferris wheel and we are slowly ascending to the top of the ferris wheel. We get to the very top and the ferris wheel stops. My family is still smiling as I turn from them to look at the sunset once again. I turn back and they're gone... but not only them. All of the people who I saw at the boardwalk have disappeared. The sound of the rustling trees is still clearly heard. All alone, I stare off into the sunset. I begin to cry.

I wake up with tears streaming down my face.

To this day, I don't know if I was crying because I was alone, because of the beauty of the sunset, or both.

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I was in what I guess was an arcade with my brother, sister and mother. We were in a little room in the back for console games. My brother was playing Skyward Sword, which he claimed to have already beaten but was having some difficulty with it here. I started thinking about how nice it would be to have health and stamina potions for lucid dreams (because my dream body is often injured or feels fatigued, and that seems like a nice passive control solution), and lo and behold I became briefly lucid.

My focus at the time was the potions, though, so I took up two clear plastic cups with soda in them and turned the liquid red and green. I spent some time tasting and tweaking them both. In the end, the health potion tasted sort of sweet and warming, and the stamina potion tasted like Alka-Seltzer and Red Bull. During this time I'd wandered out into the pizza-parlor section of the arcade, and drawn some looks from the patrons as I paced along the rows of tables with my two cups of bright liquid. I caught the blatantly staring eyes of a young man and an older woman, probably his mother, and made a face, causing them to laugh and then look quickly away.

I headed back to the little room. At this point, my brother was trying to play Rocksmith, the game where you plug in a real electric guitar. The dream faded out a little bit, and we were in a store with a wall of amplifiers. I'm not sure who in our party wanted an amplifier, or for what purpose.

Dream 2
I was male, maybe 14, tan, with freckles across my nose and short black hair, wearing a black turtleneck and jeans. I know this because I was constantly drifting into DO. My name was Brantley, and the other guy there, slightly older, paler, with hair a bit longer and disheveled, was named Dave...Dan...there was definitely a D. We'll go with Dave for our purposes. I took him for my cousin.

I was staying with my aunt because my parents were dead. The little suburban house was shut up against outside invaders, but there was a small balcony on the upper level where you could watch the neighborhood go to pieces. The streets were crawling with undead- I'd never, in all my zombie dreams seen this kind of density in a suburban area. I ducked back inside quickly.

Eventually I found a sort of distance developing between my cousin, aunt and I. I couldn't understand it. Then Dave held a gun to my head, and said that soon enough the disease would take me and then I might hurt his mom, so I'd best go quietly now. I didn't know what he was talking about- I didn't remember being bitten- but when I pulled up my pant leg, there it was, a pulsing, sappy black wound.

Saved by the bell! That's where my alarm went off.

I got up just long enough to write that bit down, but couldn't force myself to stay up the usual 1/2 hour for my WBTB.


Dream 3
I rolled over, but my room was too unbearably hot to fall asleep, and there was noise outside. I got up and peered through the blinds. There were a dozen cars clustered in and around the drive. I had no idea what that could be about, it had to be 4 AM... I did a reality check, and sure enough it was a false awakening.

Once I was lucid, I really had no idea what to do. I thought about those dreamwalking techniques, and decided to go with "Use a door to make a portal to their dream". I grabbed the handle to my sister's closet, and tried to, I don't know, channel energy along my arm. There was a faint golden glow around the perimeter of the door. I took a deep breath. "NightSpy?" I opened the door.
My friend M.I. was crammed on top of the rack in the closet. "You're not NightSpy." "I'm not?" "Nope." "Get me down!" "Nope." I slammed the door. I repeated that same process over and over, each time trying to place more of that feeling, the sense of someone's energy into it, trying to believe that he was really there behind the door... and got more and more ridiculous results.

Eventually I switched names- "Windhover?" "Windhover?" "Windhover?" "Katsuno?" "Katsuno?" "Katsuno" "Ka- Leonard Nimoy?!" I think around the time Mr. Spock strode out of my closet, followed by Captain Kirk, both in dress uniform and both inhumanly tall, I lost lucidity. The first thing I did was hug Spock around his waist (as he was about 7'5"). He stiffly tousled my hair in what was no doubt a veiled attempt at removing me.

Dream 4
I was in a car alongside a man who was an odd combination of my older brother and Tallahassee from Zombieland. We were circling a parking lot- looking for a new vehicle better suited to our purposes. We settled on an H2 lurking in the corner, and Tally jimmied the lock. He was- I don't know, hotwiring the car- and I was standing on the top, picking off any walkers who got too close.

The parking lot belonged to a superstore, like a Wal- or K- mart, and once Tally finished what he was doing we barrelled inside. Of course, the inside was full of zombies. I wasn't sure what we were doing in here, but we fought our way to the distant left of the store and a heavy door swung open for us.

We were inside what appeared to be an animal day care. There were a bunch of kittens and hamsters, I didn't see much else. Tally appeared to know the woman who ran the place. There was one other room connected to the main room, a small kitchen. There was a door there that led outside, and had a glass window. I looked out and saw a shuffling figure nearby. I dove out of sight and hissed "Lurkers!" to the next room. The older woman pulled a shotgun out of seemingly nowhere.

The figure on the other side of the glass turned the handle and opened the door. I sighed in relief- it wasn't a lurker- but then I realized there was something off about her. She had long black hair, and red lipstick and dress, but her skin had taken on an ashy green tint and the whites of her eyes were yellow. She was clutching something wrapped in white cloth. She placed it on the table and it started moving.

"Maude, I got a baby alligator! He's real hungry- give him everything we got!" she called in a shaky, excited voice to the old woman. "I don't want that thing snacking on kittens." "Oh, he's real friendly..." I had no idea what was wrong with the girl, but I decided it was time for Tally and I to GTFO so I grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. We were on the highway in the H2 when I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking up the stairs in a fire escape stairwell in an office building. The walls were white and the light was either incandescent or a warm-feeling fluorescent. There may have been one or two people ahead of me, guiding me. One may have been a pretty, young woman.

I was told something about the office where I was being taken. It had something to do with the difference between this place and my old office. I felt like probably nobody would even know me here.

The door opened to the office floor. Colorful Christmas lights were glaring somewhere at the periphery of my vision. The two people guiding me either disappeared or walked really far away into the office.

I was by myself in a corner of the office. It felt kind of like an elevator bank. But it was open to the rest of the office. I wasn't even sure why I was supposed to be in this office in the first place.

A young man came up to greet me. I knew him! (I don't think I really know him IWL.) I was so relieved to know somebody.

But the man didn't quite want to acknowledge that he recognized me, as well. Some people didn't like me, and the man didn't want to be seen by them as liking me. So he just treated me politely, but indifferently, like he'd treat anybody who came into the office.

The man may have told me that my old boss would be here to meet with me momentarily. In the meantime, the man said, I could visit the museum on this floor. The man walked me to the wall behind me -- the wall with the doorway to the stairwell.

Off to the left of the doorway was something that looked like a display. It was about the size of an animal display diorama in a museum.

The "display" was of something like a space station. It looked fake, like one solid, plastic piece -- almost like a Star Wars toy! But some part of it, I knew, opened like a door. From there, you would walk into the museum. The museum would, I think, be about the size of a hallway, or the size of one exhibit room in a large museum.

Off to the left of this "museum" was a long hallway. On the right wall of the hallway, from the waist up, were windows letting in a lot of yellow-white sunlight. The floor of the hallway was blue.

I was now in "my apartment," which was rather large. The living area, which may have included the dining area, was three or four rooms long, with all the rooms opening into each other, only distinguished from another by the varying widths of their rectangles.

The place was empty of furntiture. But there was stuff everywhere on the floor. Nothing was cluttered, and maybe everything had some kind of order. But it mostly felt like I just had all the stuff I liked just laying around everywhere.

I'm not sure, but at this point, I think I looked like Lance Loud, from An American Family.



(In this photo, Lance is standing, to the far right. The mother, Pat, is seated, in the center.)

I had my phone to my ear, and maybe I was waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. I was looking down to the floor as I stepped over all the stuff I had laying around on the floor.

I think I walked over some vinyl records, in their sleeves, and over a really old cassette tape player, the cassettes for which were bigger than eight-track tape cassettes.

I probably started thinking about music. I thought of something that I really wanted to hear. I was going to play it. The music may now already have been playing. I still had the phone to my ear.

But suddenly I realized -- I'm almost all out of money! It's totally wrong for me to stay in this place with no money. I can't sit here listening to music. I need to get all my stuff reduced and organized, so I can get the hell out of here!

I may now have started putting together a plan for how to throw out a bunch of useless papers I didn't need, so I'd have less stuff to take with me once I left this place.

I was now in a house which was supposed to be the Loud family house. At this point I definitely looked like Lance Loud. The house had two stories. I was up on the second floor, in a bedroom which had been converted into an office.

I wasn't a member of the family. I was like a friend of some member of the family. But I had also been doing some kind of work for them. I had had tough times, and I needed to stay at their house. I think I had been staying at the house a couple of days, but now I was getting ready to leave.

Pat, the mom from An American Family, came into the room. I was reclined -- somehow -- either against an office chair and some small filing cabinets, or on a bed.

Pat sat down on something and told me that she knew I was planning on leaving the house. But she said she didn't think I actually had enough money yet to go out on my own. She said she was going to talk with the rest of the family about seeing whether I couldn't stay here a little while longer.

Pat stood up and left. I looked through the doorway. There was a short, balcony-like hallway, with the stairs on the end closer to me. Again, I'm pretty sure I saw the colorful glare of Christmas lights somewhere.

I was kind of relieved that Pat had asked me to stay. But I knew that I couldn't accept the offer, anyway. I didn't want any of the manlier men in the family to think I was just being a waste by sticking around here. I knew that if Pat made a good case for me, none of the men would say anything to my face. But I'd always have to deal with them showing me how they felt in other ways.

I figured that what I would do, then, if Pat got the okay for me to stay, was just act like I was going to stay here, after all. Then, when nobody was looking, probably when everybody was gone from the house or asleep at night, I'd just pack up all my stuff and sneak out, leaving a letter saying why I'd gone.

Dream #2

I was walking down the hallway of some movie theatre. I was in a huge line either for tickets or to get into the theatre itself. The wall to my left was just a plain, beige-colored wall, possibly with some kind of wallpaper that looked like thickly-threaded linen.

To my right was a wall that occasionally had narrow, tall windows, letting in the grey light of late afternoon. There were also occasional arcade games positioned along this wall. And somewhere there was a feeling of faint, flashing, multi-colored lights.

There were a couple of people, probably a man and a woman, directly ahead of me, talking about a movie. The woman was doing most of the talking, and she sounded kind of arrogant and pretentious.

Apparently the film the woman was talking about was a short film. The woman was speaking about the director of the film. The director may also have been a character in the film -- a comic kind of character who, even though he wasn't the main character, was supposed to "steal the show."

I may have had an image of this guy in my head. He may have been a white guy, kind of rich-looking, wearing a really garish, multi-colored tuxedo, and a hat that looked either like a wizard's hat or a dunce cap, which was also multi-colored.

I then looked off to my right, to a part of the right wall of the hallway that bent diagonally toward us, making the hallway narrower. On the sloping part of the wall was a poster for the movie the woman had just been talking about. The man was on the front, in his costume. He may have been waist-deep in popcorn.

I realized that the film wasn't a short film. It was feature-length. And it was the film we were all heading in to see (or buying tickets for?) right now.

I had been telling myself that I really didn't want to see the movie. I really didn't like the director. But now that I'd seen the poster, and now that I realized the movie was feature-length, I decided that I actually would like to see it.

1. I'm talking about traffic density with one of my brother's classmates, Sam S. We have a nice visual aid as we discuss, a projected map of Earth with different traffic patterns as different colors. There are black/white and red/blue modes that show routes of transit quite clearly. Sam gives the example of dogsled races as an unforseen variable that brings lots of traffic to untraveled areas, and illustrates this with the map. The display changes to a 3-D view, showing the swath of tree destruction caused by tourists to the races. Obviously I'm disturbed by this, so I get my family to travel to Alaska to check it out.

Transition to outside the home of one of Alaska's most prominent breeders. We talk about the science of breeding; for whatever reason my parents call heritable traits "actions." Conveniently, the breeder has a poster that's basically an illustrated Punnet square for nose shape, with each genotype's phenotype shown and discussed. My dad talks about technique, and speaks of backcrossing by "taking the best female dog and getting offspring with her son."

We continue to walk to the breeder's backyard; I feel a cool breeze quite vividly. Finally we see the breeder, who is on a deck high above us. He pays us no notice, as he's managing an owl on his shoulder with an unusually big head. He releases the bird, and as it flies down to earth it seems to grow larger. It's practically human sized as it hits the ground in the neighboring yard. This belongs to an apartment complex, and two pretty girls clad only in towels giggle (and maybe flash us) as we look up at them. I comment to myself that it must be cold up there, but the owl has my attention. I marvel at the breeder and say "I want to be the guy!" My dad smirks and says, "You probably already are." Dream ends, but that's probably the best dialogue recall I've had in a long time.

2. I'm playing a Terminator 3 arcade game. It's quite high-tech, with Kinect type technology, but it keeps glitching and showing the body recognition data instead of the game proper.

Good morning, everybody.

My nighttime discipline has been terrible lately! Last night, I spent too long watching the Girls' Generation "Visual Dreams" video and some anime stuff on YouTube. It wrecked my dream recall.

One thing before I do the dreams. At the Japan Society in NYC a series is currently running showcasing the work of the director Sabu.

On Wednesday I watched Sabu's film Monday. The plot of the story revolves around a businessman who wakes up after having been drunk for two days. He slowly recalls all the things he did while he was drunk.

The story reminds me of waking up and looking back on a dream. But at a certain moment the main character takes charge over his actions. At this moment, the "dream" stories become more like lucid dreams.

There aren't any extreme special effects. But I think the film, in itself, is very good. And I think it's also good as a metaphor for the dreaming and lucid dreaming processes.

Anyhow, I want to suggest that anybody in or near NYC go to the Japan Society to check out some of Sabu's films. Sabu is there to introduce each film and do a Q&A. So that's also incredible.

Dream #1

I was in my great-grandmother's backyard on a sunny day. My great-grandmother was still alive. My family may have been near me somewhere. My great-grandma was talking to me, possibly standing very close to me, or possibly through some kind of telepathy.

I was now in my "great-grandma's basement." I stood before a bed that was covered in deep blue sheets. My great-grandma told me something about my great-grandfather. I got the feeling that this may have been the bed my great-grandfather had died in.

My great-grandma now told me that I had to lay in the bed. It was as if I was going to be in town for a while, and that I would have to stay at this house while I was here. So I'd be using this bed.

The bed was now different. The previous bed didn't have any headboard. But this bed had a very fancy headboard of nice wood. The bed also had blankets. In fact, the bedding appeared to be a very nice, homemade quilt with mint-green squares alternating with white squares with pink flower (?) designs on them.

I was a little afraid to lay in the bed. I felt like it had been empty for so long that maybe bedbugs had started to live inside of it. I thought I would check the bed for bugs. But I knew my great-grandmother was somewhere around me. I didn't want to check the bed in front of her and offend her by implying that she had neglected the bed.

Dream #2

I was in some museum or art gallery. I was in a room, possibly laying face down on a cushioned bench that was backed up against a wall. My head kind of hung down over one end of the bench. This specific room was spacious but small, kind of dimly lit, with white walls and possibly some thin carpet.

There had been some big art exhibit opening. The opening included some kind of presentation by the artist, a woman who kind of looked like Laurel Nakadate. Now everybody was milling around or leaving. Most of the people looked like somewhat wealthy business people.

The artist woman leaned against the wall near the bench on which I lay. I was playing with some device like an iPhone. All the icons on the phone were squares with a swirly pattern of pinks, browns, and oranges. I was scanning through a number of different icons.

The artist said something to me like, "I could never figure out how those things worked. You seem to know it pretty well. You must be smart."

I figured from this that the artist couldn't afford to own an iPhone. I let her look at mine, so she could figure out how to use it. But as soon as I handed it over, I felt a little bit of anxiety. I knew I had a lot of really wacky porn sites still up on my internet. I hoped that she wouldn't look through my internet history.

The artist, did, however, end up scrolling through my internet history. As the artist continued using the phone, the phone became something like a sit-down driving game like you would see in an arcade. The artist was sitting inside the game, scrolling through my internet history, which was a black screen, with old, pixellated, dim-white lettering. The room also became dim, like an arcade.

The artist, thankfully, kept scrolling down to sections full of internet searches I'd apparently done for really fancy recipes. Also, there seemed to be some sections where I'd taken pictures of these fancy dishes I made.

The artist may have made some comment about how nice it was that a guy actually put effort into making all these delicious meals. That comment made me even more afraid of the artist finding the porn sites.

I thought that maybe I'd get lucky and that the artist might not happen upon any of the porn sites that I'd looked at on my phone. But she eventually did. The porn sites in question were apparently of me, all by myself, on my bed, masturbating or dressed in women's underwear.

At some point the arcade game version of my phone became my phone again, although at certain times the views were coming straight into my head, as if I were just imagining them all. The artist was gone, although I may have heard her talking to me, as if I were hearing the conversation telepathically or through "memory-phone."

I now stood before a bed in an almost completely dark room. I may have thrown the phone on my bed. I still had the weird photos of me running through my head. Eventually I got on the bed, standing on my knees.

(Side notes: Dream #2 implies that I look for porn and fancy recipes on the web. This is wrong. I don't look for fancy recipes. But I probably should, because I think cooking is really cool.)

Details are a bit fuzzy today (sauvignon blanc), but I know the dreams were vivid, logical, and mundane enough that I couldnt tell I was dreaming (you'd be surpised what's mundane in my life).

Something about a primitivist hippie commune/farm in the forest. Ive never been to this one, perhaps it's a composite of several farming and primitivist communities I've lived with. I remember saying that I felt more at ease there than at any other community Ive been to. The people there were very happy and jovial.

Why are there arcade games in the forest? Ive seen much more bizarre things, I suppose. Its a driving game. I don't have any money, but I sit down in the chair and take the wheel. It works! Its very real. Now I'm in a real car... at least it seems real, like I'm really driving, but I know I'm still sitting in the chair, in front of a screen, in the middle of the forest. Wow, Im driving through a hilly countryside. Its very beautiful, sunny with little puffy clouds. Lots of twists and turns. Its making me sort of nauseous, so I get out of the chair.

I'm in a strange house, on the top bunk of a large bed with a very sexy young man whom Ive never met, and yet were very intimate and comfortable together. Perhaps weve been lovers in some long forgotten dreams. Were cuddling (I don't often actually perform sex acts in dreams. Usually its just a lot of cuddling, kissing, petting , and rolling around), watching a movie. The movie keeps jumping out and becoming real. Satyrs, elves, fairys, minotaurs. Happy creatures with joy and slight mischief in their eyes. A huge grey cat that looks like none Ive ever seen before comes bounding up to the bed, intelligence, benevelolence, and obvious sentience dancing in her flickering eyes. I want to cuddle with the kitty, but I somehow know it's inapropriate.

(This is the third or fourth dream in several weeks to feature magical creatures, btw. Last time it was giants, and we were working together, trying to save a race of dwarfs that lived at the base of a great plateau that I bounded, almost flew down, while the giants leaped from ledge to ledge, down and down to the base of the plateau)

My mom, Uncle Nick, and I had dinner at a restaurant. As I was expecting, my Uncle Nick ordered a pretty expensive drink. Next thing I know, I'm in a big city in Molokai (which is strange because in real life, Molokai is only made up a few towns and not many people.) There were bridges, skyscrapers, the whole deal. The next scene I remember, I'm back in the house I previously lived in, in New York. My mom and I put our cat Chanel on top of these strange large sheets of paper, each dedicated to a specific Hawaiian Island. She walked around on them, and it seemed to make it feel like she was actually walking on the island itself. I didn't want her walking all over Lanai so I took her off of it. I got out of the house and walked across the street, and I noticed a semi-secretive watch-house, which has cameras pointing directly at my house. I did not feel comfortable entering, so I moved on to the next house, which happened to be Carol's house... I walked in and I saw tons of my friends from here (Hawaii) inside. I was curious as to why so many were in there, turns out, some billionaire was in the house. I saw him, but I didn't go crazy over it. Then all of a sudden, someone asked where Carol's mailbox is, so I mentioned that it was to the right of the driveway. Then all of a sudden, some kid starts nagging on me about how I made these YouTube videos in 3rd grade about geography lessons and they were boring. Later, I log on my computer and I see that there actually are geography videos I made on YouTube, and also another video with some of my friends saying "Hi!" Then I realized that I left my Sidekick cell phone in Carol's house 3 years ago, so I ran back in and I checked under one of the chair cushions.. sure enough, there it was! The internet loaded up right away, and I was worried that my parents would be charged for the bill. Next door to Carol's house was an Ice Cream Shop. I went with one of my friends, and immediately walked out after seeing how unpleasing the ice cream looked. Later on, I was in an arcade (I don't remember how or why I came here) and I decided to play DDR. I start playing, and some song is already preselected, and it's DIFFICULT. I did terrible and failed on the last few arrows pretty much, and some kids were making some side-comments. So, I started the game again, and I played Fantasy by Melissa (on heavy) but I forgot to speed up the arrows. Now it was very difficult, because the arrows just came in cluttered groups, but for some reason.. I hit all of the arrows. My feet were moving rapidly on all of the arrows, and I was doing great. But for some reason, I was hitting most of them early, and it was counting them.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

A few dreams I typed up but didn't get round to posting from the last few days.

Dig

I was at some kind of event outside. I must have been a pretty young kid of less than 11 because I was with a primary school friend, A. There were large white tents and infront of us there were arcade cabinets.

The arcade cabinets were running some kind of retro looking digging game that looked sort of like Dig Dug. The object of the game was to collect items and combine them. I was aiming to dig up some items and make some kind of coffee.

I also got the sense that there would soon be a tournament at the event of some kind.

The School That Wasn't

I was standing in front of the entrance to a school. Some girl walked up to me. I recognised her as someone I went to school with. She had a kind of mousey-brown, almost grey hair. She was quite pretty. She was either quite tanned or had a skin colour other than white but not very dark, her face is just a blur and a series of conflicting images.

I've never seen this girl or school in reality before, but they were familiar in the dream.

I had the sense that this was my old primary school and that I was there to find something out or something. The girl seemed to be there for similar reasons. I got the sense something had happened in th e past but do not have a recollection of what.

We walked inside some kind of office. The girl started talking to someone, but my view was obcured by someone else. I was confused and unsure what I was doing. The person she was talking to was a man, I got the sense he was a teacher at the school. He led myself and the girl out of the room and began to show us around the school.

It was a strange place, familiar yet not.

Much of what I recall is actually a mash up of various schools and colleges I've attended. There was a car-park that was part of my primary school, the front gate area was from college, and the main buildings entrance was from my secondary school. There were also hints of the university I attended here and there.

I wanted to go somewhere or talk to someone, but we never did. Eventually I was back outside at the gates with the girl.

I was in an arcade. Not sure if my sister was there, but I thought that I saw her out of the corner of my eye. Anyways, instead of putting coins into the machines, they used gumballs. I remember walking up to the front counter and I saw a small gumball dispenser, like the onces you see in grocery stores.

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