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    1. March 27, 2018 Non-Lucid

      by , 03-27-2018 at 10:06 PM (Deep Inside The Lucid Dreamer's Subconscious)
      The dream scene is behind my elementary school. I'm trying to get back to my high school. The back part of the elementary school does not look how it does in real life. It's made of gravel rocks and is very steep. Someone walks by me as I try to climb up this steep rock hill. I'm wearing a very heavy backpack and am struggling to get up there.

      The scene goes to in front of my elementary school in the field. I'm trying to find the best way through the trees so I walk closer to the school but then decide to take a route around the trees closer to the road. My idea is that school is in session and I'm 22.

      I get into the high school finally and am in this small hallway that was orange lit and looked very old. I go into a room that looks like a bathroom and decide I'm going to take a shower. The floor is very dirty and has bugs crawling around. I put my stuff down and contemplate if I can sleep here over night. The room changes and now there's 5 people there with me and a small table. We were playing a game where we were ships with 2 shots each shooting at each other, one side was the rick and morty team and the other were the aliens. Someone killed the Rick ship so that team was weakened.

      I look out of a classroom and realize I'm now in the 500s section of the high school. The current guys from the show choir are walking by and looking at me excitedly like they know and recognize me. I walk out and start noticing kids who were in the show choir a few years after I had graduated. I was wondering how the other kids knew me and thought maybe they knew me because I was the leader my senior year. We walk outside in a group and I pass my old choir teacher Mr. B. I stop and greet him but he doesn't really seem to happy to see me because he's busy trying to get the kids on the bus.

      There are 5 or 6 buses lined up waiting to depart. I turn and ask a kid where they are going and he says that they're going to a school I don't know. I couldn't quite make out the name he was telling me. I see austin p's parents so I say a quick hello to them and then look around the group. I notice a lot of these people were in my grade but not show choir. I see mac and we say hello.
    2. Dark Tower Ė Beach Party

      by , 09-28-2017 at 05:31 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 09-27

      Dark Tower Ė Beach Party

      I am on a beach at night. I look around to see where I am. Itís a nice beach, except for the strange creatures crawling out of the sea onto the beach. These things look like some kind of cross between a crab and a lobster with extra-large pincers, but I notice they arenít coming very far away from the water. Theyíre almost talking, but they talk nonsense like, ďDid a chick? Dud a chum?Ē I start walking along the beach with the ocean at my left. I soon see something up ahead in the light of the moon. I approach it more quickly and soon I see that it is a door standing by itself, standing open. All of these clues put together have convinced me I am in a Dark Tower world and where there is a door on the beach Roland probably wonít be far away.

      As I approach the door I see something lying on the ground in front of it. I soon see that it is a body lying there, and I correctly assume it is Roland. I get closer and check to see if he is ok. He is breathing steady, although I can feel a heat coming off of him as if he has a fever. I wonder how he could have a fever when I healed all his woundsÖ unless maybe my energy only healed the damage and didnít get all of the poisonÖ I look around and see that I am no longer alone. There are other people standing around, most of them have smirks on their faces. They are all wearing the symbol of the Templars. One of them comes over to me and puts on a fake friendly face, he says we have something to discuss. He says he wants to know exactly how the doors along this beach work so he and his associates can build one of their own. I tell him I really have no clue how the doors work (I donít) and these Dark Tower worlds are the only place Iíve ever seen them. He doesnít seem to believe me. He says he has medicine that can help my friend (Roland) or he can make sure Roland has no body to come back to.

      I am about to respond when I see another person on the beach with us. This guy looks like a holy warrior or knight, he is dressed in bright armor and carrying a cool looking sword. The Templar who had been talking to me turns and asks who the fuck that guy is. The knight holds his sword out in front of him and it glows with a golden light almost too bright to look upon. The knight says the Templars may bare the holy mark of God, but he has seen through their disguise. He says he can see they have abandoned the teachings of our Saviour, Jesus Christ, and now they must stand and face their holy judgment and be cast down back into the pits from which they came. Now I hear some of the other Templars muttering amongst themselves, they seem to think the knight is crazy. The knight doesnít wait to see their reactions, he attacks with his brightly glowing sword which is almost blinding now. I shield my eyes and see a Templar open a portal and a large something comes through, looks like a giant or a golem of some kind, and it attacks the knight.

      I am distracted when I see a Templar over by the door. Iím not sure what he is doing, but I know it canít be good. I am about to do something, but it seems he is about to go through the door. He doesnít make it, howeverÖ there is the sound of a gunshot and he falls right through the door, dead. I look where the shot came from and I see MoSh has joined the party. The next period of time is a bit unclear because there is some chaos. A couple Templars attack me and I demonstrate my Alex Mercer blade arm for them. A Templar is disoriented, looks like he has been blinded by the knightís bright sword, and he wanders too close to the lobstrocities coming from the water and gets torn apart. I hear numerous gunshots from MoShís guns and soon there are even more because Roland has come back through the door and in spite of the fact he seems sick he is shooting like the guns are a part of his hands. I figure that even though I didnít stop the venom from making Roland sick I was able to make sure he has both his hands whole.

      Soon there are no more Templars, just MoSh, the knight who I am thinking might be a friend I have been trying to dream with named Austin, Roland, and me. This seems like a good chance for everyone to get to know each other. Iím not completely sure the knight is Austin, but I figure that is my best guess so I go with it and introduce everyone to everyone else since Iím the only one who knows everyone here. I am even more convinced the knight is Austin when he says Iím his sister and hugs me. I hug him back, though Iím not sure if he can even feel it through his armor. I have barely finished introducing everyone when I wake up.
    3. Leash Law in Waco

      by , 03-07-2013 at 12:07 AM
      I travelled to Waco, Texas, to give my friend something. Was it a sleeping bag? A large jelly roll? I don't know...but it seemed like a bundle of some sort. I never found out what it was because it became a small dog.

      The dog wiggled in my arms as the building I stood in resolved into a veterinarian's office. I guessed the dog needed to pee by its wiggling and the stressed expression it displayed. I turned around to find the wall missing and I'm staring at what should be a dog park in Waco, though it appeared like the intersection of Rundberg and IH-35 in north Austin.

      Across the street was a gas station which looked much like the lot I was standing in, yet I held to the conviction that I was in a dog park and the police would be none-too-happy if I allowed my dog to roam without a leash, even for the need to pee.

      I implored the vet to give me a leash but he told me again, though I missed it the first time, that the dog would be fine and no leash was needed, nor available. I took a chance and let the dog down...

      And then something happened but I forgot it. Damn these weekday dreams!
      Tags: austin, dog, waco
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. Lucid Magic, Flying and Phasing

      by , 10-16-2012 at 08:21 PM
      I find myself on an errand downtown, possibly working for my last employer, visiting the State General Services building. In my dream the SGS is attached to the old Palm School Building which in real life is also state offices now. For some reason I have changed the word Palm to Psalm in the dream.

      The building is very long and my destination is in the back somewhere. I never see myself fulfilling my errand but I know I was done and headed towards the back exit at the rear of the building. I pass several open areas to come to a large room with low white carpet and shelves along two of the walls. Across from me is a counter similar to the check-in counters you see in airports close to the entry gates. The woman stationed at the counter even resembles Zoe Saldana looking much like she did in the movie The Terminal.

      To my left and slightly behind the counter is an exit door that I wanted to utilize but it is blocked by a bookcase, a clear indicator for 'no access.' I look at the woman and say, "I guess I can't go out that way, can I?" She replies, "No." as though she expected the question.

      "I have to go back to the middle of the building, don't I?"

      "Yeah." Again, the same disinterest in her reply, as though she had said it many times.

      A mental map of the building appears in my head and I can see where the exit is, about one-third the length of the building back the way I came from. I start heading in that direction when things begin to get weird.

      Walking out of the room at the end of the building I realize I'm no longer weaing my shoes, that somehow I had left them behind me when I first went into that area. Now that I've returned to where I left them I find a large cut in them as though a chain-saw had been brought down over them right in the middle.

      Leaning down to pick them up I think, "I would never leave my shoes behind in an office-building, nor would I walk around without shoes, so I must be dreaming." I smiled and felt good at the thought, but even better when I realized I could fix my shoes. "It's a dream, I can fix this."

      I closed my eyes and waved my hand over the shoes. When I opened my eyes the shoes were fixed and actually appeared brand new. What once were slightly dingy shoes are now bright white with red stripes along the sides. (I've never owned shoes with bright red stripes)

      "Ha!" I think and almost say out loud. I'm very pleased with my actions and know it's time for action. I begin putting my shoes on in preparation for walking to the door but I'm having a little difficulty slipping them on and I'm eager to do other things. It occurs to me that putting my shoes on and taking that time may cause me to lose my lucidity. I briefly close my eyes to stabilize myself and reopen them, thinking, "I don't need shoes. It's a dream."

      The first thought to next pop into my mind is to try flying. I head towards the area where the exit is and instead of using a door I walk right up to a plate glass window with the intention of going through it. Sadly I am stopped by the glass, my fingers making the familiar sound against the glass when large windows are contacted. The glass is cold...and solid.

      I step back a bit, thinking,"Hmmmm.....I know I can do this...it's my dream." I launch myself forward and go right on through the window with no effort. I don't think I broke any glass but it must not have been an important detail.

      I find myself flying over a downtown street so I climb up a bit higher to get above the buildings. I can see rooftops with people, chairs and air conditioning units on them. In the streets below cars move and I find myself marveling at the incredible detail my mind can create. Even the plants have movement, something I wasn't expecting.

      Since I'm flying I want to take it as far as I can...but where to go? The first place that pops into my head is the San Francisco Bay Area where my dad lives, a familiar locale. Sticking my hands out in front of me I zoom off like a superhero, the ground whizzing by below me like a video on super fast-forward. Only a few seconds pass before I arrive overlooking the vast area from San Jose to Richmond that makes up the Bay Area.

      As I was flying I could feel the wind against my fingertips as though I high-pressure air-hose was being applied to my skin. This was a unique sensation and unexpected, but cool, another thing I was pleased with my mind for.

      Arriving in the Bay Area I find myself in a rather featureless room with a ceiling above me and painted moldings along the top edges of the walls. I decide as long as I'm dreaming I may as well phase through the ceiling. I push my hand up and into the wood, passing through as easily as my hand into water. "Nice," I think, I want to try this more.

      I am now in the room above the previous one and I try to phase again but it doesn't work very well. I can get my hand partway through but I encounter resistance. I'm just beginning to ponder this when I wake up.


      It was a really nice and long lucid, and the level of control was really amazing. :)
    5. 08222012 - 1st Dream, The Intricate Tree

      by , 08-27-2012 at 05:15 AM
      I loved the incredible detail in this dream. It was almost magical.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím outside the local Schlotzskyís restaurant on south Lamarnear the river. Coming out of the building my friends and I encounter thegreenery near the parking lot. Weíre laughing and joking and itís possible thatsome of us are on drugs, though I am uncertain if I took something or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Iím approaching a twisted tree that has arranged itself inthe most wondrous and visually impossible way, as though the growth wasdirected by a blind spider. Twists and turns made by the branches seem to forma maze, nearly impossible to follow or find which way the wood is growing.Small branches sprout in every direction. The leaves of the tree sparkle, most likelyfrom droplets of water sprayed out by the landscaping sprinkler system. Thelight shining through the droplets looks like fairy magic, a tiny enchantedforest in the Schlotzskyís parking lot. The sight triggers my lucidity as Iexamine the fine details.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the guys in the group says, ďCharmaigne calls thisthe intricate tree.Ē He looks up with a half-high look on his face and placeshis hand on his hip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Another guy asks, ďWhy?Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply, ďBecause itís intricate.Ē This seems profound andyet horribly obvious at the same time. I canít believe my DCs are this dumb.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at a small plant and the complicated patternsare even more detailed here. Shapes and colors seem otherworldly and thesparkly water droplets are here also. I know this plant canít exist in thisworld and as I stare I find myself starting to fall into another world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    6. 08182012-5th Dream, A Bike In The Back Yard

      by , 08-19-2012 at 05:51 AM
      I love the part where I use my wand and shout "Lumos!"

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím on the hill at the end of the street I grew up on. Offto my left is the fenced-in backyard of the house that sits at the top cornerof the hill. The lighting is dim and I seem to have gone for a walk at night,leading me to this location.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can sense movement behind the fence and I realize someoneis riding a bike in the backyard. I know that the people who live there wouldnever allow anyone to ride a bike in the yard so Iím a little concerned. I knowthe person must be a trespasser though I sense no malice.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wait for a bit and watch to see what happens when I losesight of the person. I look around but I canít tell where theyíve gone. Thickbushes are abundant on the property and I canít tell if the person remains orhas left without me noticing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk a little bit along the fenceline and discover an opengate leading into the back yard. It has clearly been left open in haste and Isuspect the person disappeared into the cover of darkness. I want to see theperson and the bike but I also want to get a better look into the back yard. Iívenever actually been onto the property and I find myself curious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďLumos!Ē I shout the word as I flourish my wand, a light toguide my dark path into the dense brush and deep growth of the yard. The leavesof vines hanging on various plants are lush and green, an odd contrast to thenormal pallor of Texas landscapes in the summer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. 08182012-4th Dream, Sandra Pays Dish Network And I Lose Her Baby

      by , 08-19-2012 at 05:50 AM
      I really hate confusing lucid dreams like this one.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím in my old office, the company I last worked for. Iím inthe western hallways of the office, talking to my boss. She is telling me aboutanother coworker.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďSandra needs money to pay for Dish Network.Ē She explains.I had wondered why Sandra was in the office. I was sure she no longer workedfor the company. My boss needed someone to take the check to her. She can befound in her old office where she is gathering some of her belongings leftbehind when she quit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take the check from my boss and walk down to find Sandra.She is collecting her things and talking with another coworker, explaining whyshe came and why it took her so long. She is also explaining her money needs.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I approach I see she has a baby with her. I donít recallher being a parent or even having enough time since she left the company tohave a child so I canít figure out whose child it is or why she would bring himin to the dirty office. I can see she is clearly struggling to maintain a holdon her things and take care of the baby at the same time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďI can help take care of the baby.Ē I offer her assistance.She thanks me and heads off with some of her stuff. I take the baby into thecopy room where people are woreking and I leave it on the table. I next headdownstairs to get in my car.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know Sandra needs the check so I head to her new office, abuilding not too far away that looks more like a hotel or swanky apartment buildingthan an office. I pull up in the drive where a valet might normally stand andstart to get out of my red sports car (Ferrari?) when I realize that I doníthave the check with me. I left it back at the office. Even worse, I also leftthe baby behind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Doing a mental facepalm I climb back into the car and startdriving back to the office. I need to head down the road to 183 first, an oddroute to take back but Iím familiar with it because itís the route I used touse to travel home from the office.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Whether because of the route or the blue-and-white policecarI see at the intersection I become lucid. Iím really impressed to see thepolicecar as it is the type Austin used to have when I was growing up. Theywere very distinct. The police officer is actually standing outside his car asI pass, taking a look at my vehicle. He seems to actually be looking at me asthough I am an interesting subject.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Back at the office I go upstairs and I check the copy roombut the baby isnít there. Neither are the people from earlier so I have no-oneto ask. I head down the hall checking offices as I go, becoming increasinglyfrantic as I approach the end of the hall. I know itís a dream but somethingabout trying to find a baby drives me on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching the end I make a right turn (knowing I will findthe child)and suddenly spot the baby with a guy named Jeff. I donít actuallyknow this guy but he seems to be attentive and is making noises at the baby soI donít mind his efforts. He even has Legos which should be too advanced forthe infant but I see the child has aged in the short time I was gone and cannow walk on his own. He walks towards a bike someone left in the office and Ibriefly worry he will get hurt by the axle of the rear wheel but he passes itwith ease.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If that wasnít weird enough the baby can talk and does sowith the sound of a literate adult. His voice is quite mature and itísunsettling enough to cause me to lose lucidity completely. The baby tells mesomething about playing cards and then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      Categories
      lucid
    8. 08182012-2nd Dream, Dethklok And I Go Apartment Hunting

      by , 08-19-2012 at 05:46 AM
      It seems I went back into the dream with Dethklok. Too bad it wasn't a DEILD.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Iím in a helicopter, still with Dethklok, and I have anaerial view of my destination, a damaged apartment building in central Austin. The building is damaged heavily, missing mostof the second level as if it had been partially demolished. I see the buildingas an apartment building but I label it in my mind as the hotel my grandparentsused to stay at when they visited Austin in the 1970ís.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The helicopter lands on a bare spot on the second floor andwe step out onto rubble and dirt. Chunks of concrete litter the space wherenormally a carpeted floor would be. Ithink how itís a shame the place is so damaged and there isnít enough time for itto be repaired before ACL, the Austin City Limits Music Festival. I know theowners are counting on a lot of rent money that will not come in because therooms arenít ready.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The owner/manager of the apartments is touring us throughthe property and discussing various aspects of the damage and what remains. Wehead downstairs and out to the front of the property where we pass a walldisplaying the name of the complex. Itís damaged, the bricks caved in from animpact of some sort. I immediately apologize for the damage. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďIím sorry. Thatís the fault of my people. We will get thatrepaired.Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think one of the Dethklok members punched the wall but ifthey caused that kind of damage then the wall was in poor shape to begin with.I couldnít believe it was a fist and tried to figure out what piece ofequipment could have caused it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we continue through the complex we come to an open areawhere a resident is hanging her laundry up on a clothing line. She has longbrown hair and plain features and she is wearing a white gown that suggests shedidnít expect to be seen by strangers. She seems to be a high-energy individualand seems very interested in how the phones can still work when so many of thenearby power lines are down and non-functioning.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look around and I see the phone lines leading to herapartment, separate from the power lines and intact. I try to explain to herthat the phones are on their own electrical system separate from the normalelectric lines and that even when the power goes out the phones can still work.Her confusion is easy to explain from all the downed wires but all of them areelectrical and the phone wires, not seen by her, are hanging low overhead andcan be traced all the way back to the pole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    9. 08172012-2nd Dream, I'm An Excellent Driver, Part Two

      by , 08-19-2012 at 05:36 AM
      I sense a theme here...driving in south Austin.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím driving in south Austin along a two-lane road leadingtowards Ben White, a large road on the south side of the city. Iím in my SUVand Iím approaching a tight space where vehicles on each side of the road havenarrowed the lane down to something a vehicle could barely squeeze through. Asthough to illustrate this point a truck approaching me makes it through butscrapes on both sides against the bordering vehicles. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look at the truck as it goes by and I donít care to havethe same thing happen to my vehicle. I reach out through my window and move thefolding mirrors to their inwards position. Unlike my mirrors that fold to theside in real life my dream-SUV has mirrors much like an Australian Land-Roverwith the actual mirror attached to a long arm that extends out to the side. Myfolding mirrors are located somewhere near the front grill and fold in front ofthe vehicle.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]After folding my mirrors in I start to move forward but Idonít think Iím going to clear the space even with this space-saving maneuver. I back up a little from the tight space andturn to the left. Stepping on the accelerator in low gear I bump over theyellow-painted curb. I figure thatís why I got an SUV in the first place. Mightas well use it for a little off-road time.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pass the obstacle and as I look back I realize it was agood idea to go off-road as there is a large hole in the road, roughly six-feetin diameter and four feet deep. I donít know how the truck going the other waygot past it but I definitely wouldnít have wanted to try getting across it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      Tags: austin, suv
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. 08172012-1st dream, The Art, The Fire and The Dukes of Hazzard

      by , 08-19-2012 at 05:34 AM
      I love the characters that pop up in my dreams.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím in south Austin and Iíve heard there are some good artexhibits all over town worth checking out. I canít quite recall who told me butit was one of the parents I know from my daughterís school. I head north of mylocation until I arrive at a chainlink fence that surrounds a 3-story concretebuilding. The building is non-descript and has no outside signs or markings.From the outside it would appear to just be the shell of a building with darkwindows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I enter the building with my daughter who immediately runsfrom my side to explore the art exhibits contained inside. In every direction,yet sparsely situated, are objects and dioramas that express various feelingsand emotions using all kinds of material. Each one has a candle or severalcandles, some of which are not lit. The room is quite dark.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking over to an exhibit along the wall to my right I amfascinated by the detail the artist put into the work. Set on a square base ofabout 9 inches on a side is a small piece of gnarled tree that curls up like amisshapen letter ĎGí and a number of strings hang from the top curve, eachdecorated with glistening charms and shapes that represent spiritual contentand emotional links felt throughout time by humanity. Sadly the candles are notlit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab the grill-lighter set on the exhibit table and beginlighting the candles. Only a couple remain lit after a few seconds and I haveto relight most of the candles. I believe they are being extinguished by abreeze coming in through the open front door, though I can recall no entry doorbehind me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking back I see Mark is there, his typical goofy smilebeaming from his face. He says ďHiĒ and I reply in kind. I can also see mydaughter running towards the back of the room, apparently intent on going upstairs.I know she will be okay and I turn around to walk towards another exhibit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The exhibit Iím approaching is blue, like the previous one,and I become lucid as I reach out to light the candles. Tiny sparkly shapes ofstars and magical symbols dangle from an overhanging piece of metal. As I applyflame to the candles I accidentally set the art on fire. The sparkly thingsburst into a brief flame that leaves them charred and wrinkled. I initiallyfeel bad but I decide I need not be concerned because Iím dreaming and the artalters slightly before my eyes. It actually looks better now.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pleased with my contribution to the exhibit I walked on withsome of the other people who were heading out the back door of thebuilding. I was expecting to see moreart out here and perhaps a gathering of people but instead I found a largefenced-off sandpit with people walking their Chihuahuas through a course duginto the sand. It was disappointing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I saw Bo and Luke Duke (The Dukes of Hazzard) and theylooked like they wanted a dog by the way they were acting and moving but I realizedthey already had a dog and were walking it along the course. Being lucid still I thought about finding anew place to go and enjoy but just as I started walking away the dream fadedand I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      Categories
      lucid
    11. 08152012-3rd Dream, I'm An Excellent Driver

      by , 08-16-2012 at 07:39 AM
      If there's one thing I can do well it's driving. I can even do it while asleep!

      I've taken my lucidity to a new level with this dream.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím going through a nearby subdivision on the other side ofthe hill when I hear an approaching siren. The vehicle itís attached to comesinto view and I see a Life Services truck, a vehicle similar to a largeambulance but designated for pregnant people and the needs of those withbabies. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know itís not right and to see such a service and thistriggers lucidity. I know Iím dreaming and though Iím still stuck in my SUV Iat least know how to solve my problem. I first think about how whenever Iímdriving things go wrong in a dream so this time I know Iíll do it right. I grabthe shift knob and put the vehicle in ďReverseĒ, actually making the effort tolook out the side window and see that I wasnít going to bump the Life Servicestruck. Control of my driving is now my task.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I spent a few minutes making my reverse attempt having toalternate between reverse and forward as I inched my way out of a tight spotwithout scratching up the side panel or mirror of the other vehicle. I feltlike I was going to lose the task, particularly when I saw the LS-tech staringat me from the lawn of the house he came out of. I actually squinted andsqueezed the shift-knob harder and maintained control of the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Once I was safely out of the tight spot the guy on thestreet said, ďNice job! Youíre better at that than me!Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked at the man and replied, ďDriving is what I do best.ĒThe man tipped his hat at me and I drove off towards a side street, looking fora new route to the big hill that would lead me home. I found the street I waslooking for and drove along the road quickly. At the end of it was the street Ineeded to be on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning left I lost lucidity and suddenly my SUV turned intoa bicycle. I found myself staring at the asphalt below, a grey streak beneathmy feet on the pedals. I pushed harder to gain some speed before climbing thelarge hill, a hill that I havenít been able to ride straight up since I was ateenager.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Jen was waiting for me at the top of the hill and as I cameup she shouted, ďI donít think you can make it! You better stop!Ē [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wouldnít listen. I was determined to get home and enjoytime with my family. Instead of pushing to go further up the hill I turnedsideways so I could make a series of switchbacks. Using the principle of alower slope and longer distance to gain elevation I was able to make it up therest of the steep hill without giving up or having to walk my bike.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the top I get a big hug with smiles from Jen. Iím happyto have finished the ride and I know home is just a few houses away. All Iswell.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And the dream ends.[/FONT]
      Tags: austin, driving, lucid, suv
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    12. The Piggyback Ride - 05192012

      by , 05-20-2012 at 07:31 AM
      So, in this dream I had a couple moments of lucidity and I even had thoughts of a fellow DV member, though sadly I never got to find them or interact with them. I hope they show up in a dream again. It would seriously help me in the Competition Thread.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself downtown on the south side of the river, and Iímheaded to the U.T. Law Center, represented in my dream by an oversized versionof the Palmer Events Center, round and taller than any of the other structuresalong the river shore.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Since I seem to lack transportation I hitch a ride withthree young women who appear to have recently been swimming at Barton Springs.All are wearing bikini tops and loose skirts, tan skin showing their dedicationto the sun. I seem to know these women pretty well though I canít recall everspeaking any of their names out loud. Iím glad they picked me up. The day iswarm and the walk would have been long.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Weíre driving in a large convertible, something left overfrom the 70ís I suspect. Itís wide with a heavy body, painted an off-whitecolor though I think itís just the age of the exterior that makes it look thisway. As we turn into the parking lot for the Law Center the car bounces usaround and into each other, but no one complains. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The parking lot is bumpy and unpaved but as we progressthrough it the ride becomes smoother. The ground, previously dry and uniform,is now a rocky surface covered with water varying in depth from a couple inchesto just over a foot. The water is clear despite being in a well-traveledparking lot, and I connect this to the thoughts about the women swimming. Theview of this terrain brings me to lucidity, knowing that I should be in aparking lot formerly occupied by a Mexican restaurant and a Hooters. The wateris way too blue in spots to even exist in its present form. I rarely see thisshade of blue and the word Ďazureí comes into my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] Though I had beensitting in the back seat of the car I suddenly find myself on the back of theyoung woman who had been driving, and the other women disappear. The car isalso gone, and somehow we are gliding over the terrain. I seem to bepiggybacked onto the young woman, and as she looks over her left shoulder at meI lay my head against her back, my face against her skin between her shoulderblades. She is soft, warm, and it feels nice to be close to her. The vividnessof being lucid allows me to examine her skin in detail, though I remainrespectful and resist the urge to nuzzle as she is quickly carrying me to mydestination. I do give her the briefest of kisses, and I think about how I missbeing held.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We seem to have no trouble avoiding the bumps and notstepping majorly into the water, and in no time I find myself entering themassive complex, the women all left to go their own way. I walk in and beginworking my way to the third floor. The levels are separated by a curving slopedpassageway that surrounds the exterior of the building, windows all along theoutside, as if Iím walking up the threads of a massive screw. The third floorof this building is as high as the twelfth floor of any ordinary structure.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the curve on the third floor I find myselfjust outside the Civil Liberties Center, a place where I know I can get helpfor my friend who has been erroneously imprisoned. With the outside windows tomy right I am facing the entrance to my destination. To my left is a corridor,and beside that is a bathroom. The halls are separated by a gray door, thecovering of a large electrical panel. I wonder briefly about the wisdom ofplacing electrical access in the main hallway but I do not stick around toponder the question. My friend is in need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Entering the Civil Liberties Center I am almost disappointedby how understated the room is. The room is less than 20 feet wide and perhapsnot more than 15 feet deep. A large counter spans the space between walls, andbehind it is a tall and rather thin hippie, busy at work stacking hundreds ofpublications into piles, all of which have some kind of orange lettering on thecover. His skin is sickly white, as though he hasnít seen sun in years. He iswearing a loose shirt and some very tight blue-jean shorts that extend to justabove his knees, allowing his pasty legs to be visible. I think he may bewearing a hat but it wasnít important enough to remember. He grins as he works,a scary look for his appearance, and it seems as if he has forgotten what asmile is supposed to represent. Iím a little creeped out by him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A curved wall is to my right, and outside the window I cansee a long above-ground covered walkway leading into the nearby building, somesort of processing complex that I may need to visit next. Iím not entirely surewhat it is though I suspect itís where Sivason is being held. I canít see howit connects to the building I am in but it looks like it could be on the floorbelow me. I donít recall passing any access point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím standing against the curved wall, my back pressedagainst it as I try to keep out of the way. To my right is another personstanding just as I am, dressed mostly in black and much younger than me. Theyhave a subversive look to them, as though they are here to cause trouble. Ilook past him and my gaze is upon the piles of publications, my efforts turnedto deciphering the lettering on the cover. I have to strain to get a glimpse Ican focus on, and as the lettering resolves itself I see it has the logo of theUniversity of Texas on the cover. Instantly I am uninterested, knowing thatnothing they publish could help me in my situation. Before the logo becameclear I had considered picking up a copy to see what it was, but I no longercare.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As my gaze turns back towards the room I become aware of thesecurity guard standing perhaps three feet in front of me. Heís a black man ina bright blue uniform and he is staring at me intently. His eyes areunsettling, and I feel slightly threatened.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The young man standing next to me mutters the word ďprotestĒ,and Iím not sure if he is at the Center to protest or he protests the behaviorof the security guard. Either way the word provokes a reaction from the man infront of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďYou know what we do to people who protest around here?Ē Hespeaks slowly and his voice has clear malice in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not wanting to seem bothered, and feeling slightly annoyed,I reply, ďGive them a cookie?Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Second-guessing myself and deciding I probably shouldnítupset the man, I decide to humor him and make an allowance for his overtly rudedemeanor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďNo, what?Ē I try not to sound condescending.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]ďWe string them up by their feet and leave them.Ē His threat is unveiled, and though hiswording is rather vague Iím filled with the impression that I donít want to beleft anywhere by him.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The hippie behind the counter, who has been quiet up to now,suddenly chimes in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďHeh, you better believe him!Ē His voice sounds old andcracks like he hasnít been drinking enough fluids. His creepy smile only addsto the effect, completing the appearance of someone who has lost his ability todeduce reality.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I roll my eyes in disgust for both of them and simply walkout, back to the hallway I was in previously. I think my next goal will be totry the other station that is slightly down the side corridor I passed on myway in. In the mean time I feel angry, and my compulsion to express that angerleads me to hang a large book from the edge of the electrical panel, danglingby a thick elastic cord. In my mind I know this will upset them and get evenwith them for my poor treatment, though I canít even imagine how it would causeanyone grief. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never seem to make it to the other counter and Iím insteadovertaken by my need to use the bathroom. I walk into a room that is not partof the complex I had been in, white stucco walls giving me the impression ofbeing inside a house from my past. The room is large for a bathroom, spacious,and the main furnishing is a toilet set against a small outcropping of wall.Beyond the potty is a hallway leading into a closet pass-through and a bedroomwith two people in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The toilet has a thick, padded seat on it, and itís an oddsensation to experience below my butt. Finishing my business on the toilet Ireach for the handle to flush it and the loud sound of water swirling in thebowl fills the room. I look at the toilet as I realize the swirl is toointense, and some of the water is going too high. The seat and lid is slightlyaskew where itís attached and this allows water to splash on the floor and thewall. My irritation at the thought of having to take care of this is almostenough to make me cry.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the toilet paper as the closest source ofabsorbency I begin sopping up the spills. Some of the liquid seems to be mixedwith pee that has stained the floor and the bottom of the wall next to thetoilet. As I reach maximum capacity for each lump of toilet paper I throw itinto the corner to soak up any water it can handle, knowing that I will stillhave to clean up that mess.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is a large bucket, similar to the 5-gallon stylefound at any local hardware store. Water has splashed on it also, and I reachover to pour it off, not expecting the deluge that pours off the lip of thebucket just below the lid. My feet are wet, the floor is wet, and now I haveeven more mess to clean up. At least the spill is just water, and I continuepouring, watching as the fluid splashes and dances in the light spilling intothe room from a high window. This is my last glimpse of lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
    13. Drive-in restaurant - 05172012

      by , 05-19-2012 at 07:24 AM
      A simple dream, though an interesting one.


      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Curt was driving his truck. I knew this because he passed meon the road headed to the farm bank.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďSee?Ē I said to someone I was with. ďThereís Curt with histruck. Heís always willing to help out when someone needs it. ď[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Curt worked at the Subway located in the small buildingadjacent to where Terminix used to be back in the 80ís. He was walking out ofthe building with his wife, one arm wrapped around her shoulder. He lookedhappy to be off work.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďI need some sandwiches and a truck.Ē I was in a hurry toget my task done. I hoped the desperation in my voice would convince him of myserious need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďHey, M-A-B! Here you go. The truckís in the back lot.Ē Hegestured over his shoulder in the direction of the back parking lot, slightlybeyond a chain-link fence, and then tossed me a set of keys. He continuedwalking with his wife, presumably towards her car and a night out on the town.He was smiling the whole time, and I was happy that he hadnít changed in theyears since we stopped working together.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was so happy not to be driving my own vehicle. I left theSubway and almost immediately I found myself on a country road, lined mostly byfarms and occasional homes obscured by clumps of oak trees. Around this timethe truck I was driving switched from being Curtís to a rental vehicle, atleast in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was driving along a road I identified as Steck, butinstead of the busy multi-lane road which exists in real life the road was asingle lane track constructed on a dirt berm designed to prevent flooding. Theroad was probably six or seven feet higher than the surrounding land which wasmostly dry scrub and fields that had been allowed to go fallow. Along each sideof the road was a steep pitch that dipped a few inches below the level of theadjacent fields, creating a small ditch just big enough to prevent mostvehicles from properly descending the hill. I was glad I was driving a rentedJeep Grand Cherokee because I didnít want to hurt my vehicle going over thatditch. I knew I would drive my front fender directly into the ground had Idecided to drive off the road.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďSince Iím in this Jeep Iím going to give it a try.Ē I donítknow who I was speaking to. There was someone else with me but they werenítimportant enough to have a face or a name. I turned the wheel and drove rightoff the road, bouncing down the hill and then leveling out, a feat I could nothave done with any other vehicle, including my own. I was glad I made it butnow I had to drive through the scrub field and on through a patch of woods. Iwasnít sure I could make it the whole way.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I came to the woods I chose a path which looked thinwith vegetation, comparatively, and simply stepped on the accelerator, hopingmy momentum would carry me through any rough spots. I bounced through someweeds and splashed over a foot-deep pond of muck before going up a slight rise.Here I rumbled over the train tracks and on into Docís Back Yard, though itlooked more like Freddieís Place, an indoor/outdoor restaurant and bar locatedin south Austin. The outdoor seating was surrounded by tall oaks reaching 50feet plus, creating a nice shaded area perfect for an afternoon beer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of enjoying the food or drinks I got out of thevehicle and walked straight through to the front parking lot. I needed to getto the post office across the street, though I could no longer find my package.I figured the logical place to find what Iíd lost was the dumpster to my rightand I opened the metal lid on the big metal box. The trash was unusually cleanto come from a restaurant and I had no trouble searching through it, locatingseveral things I wanted but had accidentally thrown out. Unfortunately I couldnot find my package, and I gave up my search feeling sad. Still, I had threerecord albums to listen to and I wanted to go show them to my friend David. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I left the dumpster and headed towards the street, but thetraffic was too intense to cross. I knew I needed a car to get there so Iwalked to a nearby white Toyota and opened the door, figuring whoever itbelonged to wouldnít mind because they parked it in a public place. I knew thishappens every day in the city.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I couldnít find the keys to the car but I figured all thesenew modern cars had a button to start them so I began searching around thebuttons on the center console. I found the A/C, the radio, and the charger, butI never could find one for ignition. I began to get mad and decided I wouldsteal all the coins from the little compartment between the seats. Letís seethem use a parking meter now, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I heard a loud sound on the window and turned to find a guywho looked like a dirty bum except he wore an apron. I wasnít sure if he ownedthe car or just wanted to get in and go for a ride, but I didnít want to findout either way. He was starting to drool on the window and that made me want toget out of there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      Tags: austin, curt, driving
      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. Downtown and Cat Ears - 05142012- (Dreams 3 and 4 of 5)

      by , 05-15-2012 at 07:55 AM
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 3- (fragment)[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Iím in downtown Austin, heading west on what appears to be 7[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3]Street. Iím driving my vehicle with some friends in the back seat, and everyoneis talking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me is a female jogger wearing bright green shorts.She has a companion but my eye is drawn to the bright green shorts and her nicelegs. I find myself wishing to be her. Sheís clearly in great shape, and Ihavenít been able to run with endurance like hers since high school. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The jogger turns south onto a cross-street. I think aboutfollowing her but I donít want anyone else in the car to know Iím payingattention to her. She passes a pedi-cab and this gives me a good reason to lookat her. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďLook!Ē I say, ďItís a pedi-cab!Ē I point out the vehiclebut then realize I could have looked at her and simply not said anything atall. I feel more conspicuous than ever.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we pass the cross-street my vehicle changes into a rickshaw.It feels weird pulling the weight of three people up a hill, and Iím surprisedI can make it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Somehow we end up in an area of downtown that looks like the1880ís, and all the buildings are made of wood. I have the impression we aresomewhere near Joeís Crab Shack though it isnít visible. Perhaps it was theappearance of the buildings that made me think of shacks. I donít really know.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Dream 4-[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri](Oddly, despite the vivid detail in this dream I donítbelieve I was lucid, unusual for a dream where I examine carpet and grass indetail)[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím holding a party at my house. I know this because thereare tons of people around, inside and outside, and all seem to be carrying theplastic Solo cups with their drinks in them. Some people look a bit inebriated,despite the early hour.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking down a set of stairs I am doing my best to allay thefears of one of my friends. Apparently the party is being held for a reason,though my friend is expressing concerns about something important. ďRelaxĒ, Itell them,Ē look around. All these people paid admission to be here.Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed there are plenty of people around, and raising themoney necessary should be no problem. Sadly, I never find out what the problemis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of my friends came up behind me at some point and placeda headband on me with pointed cat ears sticking up from it. I smiled andthanked them when it happened but then promptly forgot about their placement onmy head, much like I forgot about the important reason for having a party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Downstairs I walk into what appears to be the cafeteria, andalmost immediately I freak out. I know my hair is pulled back and I wanted itto be down. I hate walking around with my hair pulled back unless itís a hotday and hat weather. I reach up to feel my hair and find the cat ears stickingup from my head. This calms me down and I relax. I look good in them, and theymake me feel like being in a party mood.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk around the room and talk to various people, playingthe role of a good MC. I pat people on the back, check to make sure they arehaving a fun time. Oddly the triplet daughters of my friend are at the party,and I say hi to them like they were any other party-goer. I think one of themgave me the cat ears.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The party continued on outside and I headed out to the poolhouse. I could see people roaming around in the sun on the lawn between thepool house and the main house but I was more interested in the carpeting justinside the doorway. It was shaggy, an orange-brown color, and seemed out ofplace in a pool house. My view zoomed in and I examined the loops and swirls ofthe fabric that made up the carpet, in much the same way I would examine an oldcoin. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From this view I shifted to examining the blades of grassjust outside the sliding glass door. They were excessively bright, andrealistically vivid, and I couldnít take my eyes off of them. I wanted to liedown in them and just feel them, but I never did. I could smell them, adistinct smell that was accompanied by a hint of chlorine and suntan lotionfrom the nearby pool. I never saw the pool but I knew it had to be aroundsomewhere. The grass was apparently more interesting.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
    15. Clyde Machine's Dream Journal

      by , 06-17-2010 at 11:02 PM
      02.06.2010
      108: 6.2.10; 11:20AM In a Band with Austin. (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I dreamed I was in a band, with my friend Austin as the singer. We played a show, which was rather energetic, and afterward I asked Austin what he happened in the last few years, since we hadn't seen each other for some long time beforehand.
      Tags: austin, band
      Categories
      non-lucid