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Took 50 mg of b complex and 250 mg of choline at bedtime at 1:30 am.

Had a few dreams but can't recall enough to write about. I was in SK, packing something in a bag...? I have a feeling dreams were long, but can't recall.

Dream Non-Dream

Pardon the title. I only remember one dream from yesterday. I was looking for B6 supplements in the dream and I was at my dad's flat (apartment for you americans). At my mum's house, there's a pantry full of food, and this pantry seemed to be in my dad's kitchen somehow. I went in there, and in the dream I was informed that B6 pills and apple juice killed you, so I was raiding the pantry for watermelons, berries and such. I found some strawberries and ate them as if they were prey, but nothing else was in there. I found a piece of melon and the dream ends there. It wasn't lucid. It was also suprisingly clear for one of my dreams and I remember it as if it were a memory.

Supplements:
1x B-complex pill (2mg B6, 200ug B12, 8mg B1)

I think I started to get sick this day, which might explain the weird and stressful dreams.

Jumbled Mess
0845: Software at work is breaking. We buy something close but it fails two. I want a chance to fix it. The whole thing catches on fire. I think if break it into pieces, it will work. I try to convince people I was wedding chaplain in the army. On a beach with a big bon fire. Also like SAV home office.

Weird Father Dream
1045: Father trying to sell solve computer problem. ... try to call Google but their office won't open for a few hours. He3 suggests we break into their office and steal what we need. I say let's not be so hasty. Since the problem can wait, no sense committing a crime. We can solve it any time during the week, when their office will be open.

Then similar situation in a college class. Father want to cheat on a test. He tries the ... way into a parking lot to avoid the fence. He wants to lie to the professor about being on vacation.

More Paranoia
1205: Trying to solve math problems with my sister. Don't have a calculator. My father's truck is in a parking lot. The brakes barely work. Security cameras everywhere.

American Psycho Playground
0524: I am in what seems to be a school playground in the middle of nowhere. Sandboxes, grassy areas, pull-up bars, chain-link fences, and so on. Christian Bale from American Psycho is here, chasing me and other people. Somehow he gets stabbed and falls to the ground. He calls an ambulance. The rest of us run and hide behind cover. He can't move but he's still throwing sharp things like knives and and pencils. One almost hits me. He is covered in blood. I'm not very afraid though. Just cautious to dodge the projectiles.

short WBTB, just long enough to drink a glass of water with a B-complex supplement

fragment
In bed, notice the nearby electrical outlet. It's making a noise like running water. I remove the plug from the top outlet and move it to the bottom, thinking that will somehow help.

fragment
My mother is in the next room. I overhear her talking to herself. She says that I was talking in my sleep.

Vivid Lucid With Some Tasks
Method DILD (prospective memory), DEILD
Lucidity B
Vividness A
Control B
1134: Begin recall in my bathroom. The light is off and the door is open. Dim morning light coming through my bedroom window. I remember my own advice to look at my hands and count my fingers. At first they appear normal but I stare at them for a moment. A finger on my left hand starts to look distorted and wavy. Bingo, I must be dreaming. I also notice the orientation of the bathroom is backwards compared to the real one.

I walk out the bathroom, through my bedroom, and on into the living room. There I see my father laying on the ground between the couch and coffee table. He's wrapped in a robe, like he's sick. I ask him a question, but move on. I peek in my roommate's room, but he's not there. I haven't stopped to think of a plan, so I'm just wandering aimlessly.

I exit the front door and find myself in an unfamiliar stairway. I go down one flight and pass by two young women. I think I said to them: "Oh, you're pretty, and so are you." They are carrying piles of clothes. I reason that they are moving in to the building. I stop on the landing of the floor below. It's covered with boxes and more clothes everywhere. I say aloud: "Wow, this place is really messy." Then I think: Wait, this is my place. It is my own dream in my own mind. Maybe the mess is symbolic. I pick up some of the clothes to get a closer look. They are actually neatly folded. I say aloud: "I guess I like my place like this." I'm not sure what I meant by that.

Now I exit the building and find myself in yet another unfamiliar setting. The building I was in is at the top of a rather steep hill. I am looking down a narrow street that goes down the hill with buildings, trees, and alleys on either side. It's only wide enough for foot traffic, no cars. I'd guess it looks a bit like San Francisco more than Los Angeles. Anyway, it's bright day and many people are on the street, going in and out of shops and sitting at cafe patio tables.

About half way down the hill, there is an awning that catches my attention. I think to fly and land on it. I start to fly but sputter and lose height. I land under the awning. I sit down at a cafe patio table. Also at the table is a young man with dark brown "bedhead" hair and a scraggly beard. In a hip way, not an ugly way. He's holding an Amazon Kindle. He's talking to a nearby waitress. Neither of them see to notice my presence.

Dream fades. I DEILD back.

I'm back at the same cafe patio. The man with the Kindle stands up and walks away, never having noticed me. I stand up and now have more lucidity and control. I walk to the middle of the street and look around, thinking of what to do. I'm a bit distracted as I notice a older woman standing at a podium nearby. Maybe the hostess of a restaurant. Or maybe she's selling something. I snap back into focus and remember a few tasks. Meditate. Hmm. Risky. I decide I'm not ready for that. Laugh. I can do that. I enjoy a big loud "HA HA HA!" in the middle of this busy street. Everyone stops and turns to look at me. The noisy chatter turns dead quiet. Am I embarrassed? No, surprisingly.

Now I have everyone's attention. What next? Cry and pick a fight. Not sure why I thought of these two things together. I look around the crowd and pick out the biggest, meanest guy. He's a tall, wide, Samoan-looking guy. I look up at him and taunt him with a childish "Boo hoo!" crying gesture. Then I punch him in the face with a right hook. He punches back but I block with my left arm and counter with another right. He tries a few more times but I block and counter-punch again and again. He swings once more, loses his balance and falls. I place one leg on him, like I'm posing on top of a mountain.

I start to think what to do next, but the dream fades.

No dreams tonight, even though I put in a good effort and meditation. Oh well, next night will be better. I have one vague fragment:

fragment
Giving away tickets at work.

Unusual circumstances on this night. Took B-Complex in the evening, about 5 hours before sleep. Didn't get to sleep until I was really tired. Woke up after just 3 hours of sleep to drive roommate to the airport. Was out of bed for about an hour total. Returned to sleep and had the lucid, technically in my third sleep cycle. The rest of the dreams were all very random, but more exciting then my usual boring dreams.

Rooms, Sprinklers, Flying
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control D
0730: The beginning is jumpy and difficult to recall. I don't seem to have a dreambody, I'm just watching like a movie. It's in a house at a fancy dinner party. A few old people are talking about arranging to meet at a restaurant or country club. Then it's like a commercial. A young woman in a formal dress and hair styling peeks into the room and recommends watching a TV show. Someone asks, which TV show... Buffy? Then I recognize the girl as Alyson Hannigan from that show.

At some point, I sense that I have a dreambody and I am in the house alone. But maybe it has changed into my work office? I step into a room with tall windows all along the far wall. Sunlight is shining brightly through. The floor is grass instead of carpet! The grass is overgrown and spotted with weeds. I think to myself that someone in the office should maintain the grass. I think the new employee should have to do it as an initiation.

I walk out the side door of this room. It leads outdoors and now I am in the side yard of my old house on Daisetta. It's a narrow concrete strip that leads to the backyard. I walk to the backyard and it's fairly familiar. Except there are a row of short fake palm trees lining the lawn. They have big plastic bananas hanging from them and I think it looks really tacky. The sprinklers are on and they are really strong. The water shoots about 6 feet high and is soaking the whole yard, not just the grass. I start to think this is weird. But I don't want to get wet so I turn and run back into the door I came out of. In the Daisetta house, this should be the garage but it's still the room with grass. I notice the size of the room is about right for the garage though. Now sprinklers are on in here too! Ok, I really must be dreaming and I tell myself to do a reality check. I run through one more door to be out of the water.

I plug my nose and confirm I'm dreaming. Yay! I remember that it's been a long time since being lucid. I had a scene in mind but I'm not sure how to get there from here, so I go outside and just start flying toward the horizon. But my flying sucks! I can only hover a few feet off the ground and move very slow. Then I remember one of my cues to invoke the Superman schema: Lois Lane is in trouble and I have to save her! My flying gets a bit better. I'm flying faster and higher but still not great. I try to focus on where I am going. On the horizon, I see an ominous factory on top of a mountain. Lois must be trapped inside! Smoke is billowing out. Then I see an explosion. I sense the urgency and danger and try to fly faster. But it seems so far away. Discouraged, the dream fades.

Family and Old Acquaintances
0849: C. Very jumpy and random. At Daisetta house with the whole family. Mother hands me a book about politeness and etiquette. She says my father read it but doesn't follow it. I'm supposed to go to work but I'm staying home late. I'm dressed in a blue stripped shirt with matching shorts, which I think is weird. I remind myself to change into pants before leaving for work. Then talking to my sister and one of her friends. Then I get a message on my Xbox from someone with initials C.C. I struggle to think who that is. At first I think of Sean, but that's way off with S.F. The closest I can think is E.B., Erinne from high school. I turn and see her in the room at an impressive desk. She's dressed nicely and looks like a lawyer or executive. I ask if she knows who C.C. could be. She asks me what her own phone number is. I'm confused. Do you mean your non-cell phone number? I pull out my phone to look. See calls her own house and talks to her housekeeper. Then my mother brings a big slice of ice cream cake. My sister and I eat it with our hands.

Saving Private Ryan
1012: C. In a war setting. In a small troop, looking for someone like the movie Saving Private Ryan. We find him and he's really shaken up. He's the only survivor of a big battle. I let him use my phone to make a few calls, but no one answers. Then my phone rings with an incoming call, but it's a wrong number.

Speed Racer, Secret Mission, Rugby
1123: C. I start as a racecar driver. Feels a bit cartoonish like Speed Racer. But it's just my cover for a secret spy mission. I'm in a team of spies with me, Hugh, Leonardo DiCaprio, and maybe a couple other people. We are in some third-world country. I am reminded of the movie Spy Game (but DiCaprio wasn't in that one). Leo comes up to a fruit stand to make the secret exchange, pretending to buy a basket of fruit. But something goes wrong and we have to abort the mission and run away.

Then it seems to be years later. Hugh and I have returned to the same place. This time, his two younger brothers are with us. Maybe we have come to avenge Leo? We go to the same fruit stand. Some of our faces and Leo's are on "wanted" posters. So we send in the brothers because they are new. The vendor at the stand starts arguing with them. Things seem to go bad again.

Now I'm in the middle of a game that's a bit like rugby, but not quite. I sense that I am not good at this game. I'm on the team to fill a spot and I shouldn't interfere with my better teammates. But the ball comes to me and a run and kick a field goal. We win and I climb up on the uprights, which look like the big arch in Chinatown.

I Thought I put in a good effort this night, but no lucids.

Spooky
0328: C. Typically weird first cycle dream. Trying to become an actor? Playing DDR-like game with the arrow keys of a keyboard with my left hand. Images of playing cards. The game is hard and I can't keep up. As I miss the notes, the screen gets distorted and starts playing really spooky wailing noises. I feel frightened, like I've offended some evil spirits. Just a dream... Just a dream...

Fighting the Soviets
0652: C. Small troop in the army. It's me, childhood friend Ashwin, a random third guy, and our commander is my apartment building manager. There's a military stand-off with the Soviet Union. Something about railroads. We sneak into Russia on mini-trains. We are wearing USC hats instead of helmets and that seems to fool the Soviet army guards. We fight and win two small skirmishes. A woman thief has been stalking us. She can turn invisible. She steals all the coins out of Ashwin's pocket. I see her and ask to stay and help us. She is familiar but I can't place her. Long black hair and tan. We settle down in an abandoned train station to sleep.

WBTB+MILD 10 minutes

Random School Scenes
0800: C. Not sure of the order of events here. It was probably the reverse of my notes. Going to junior high during the summer. My PE coach is Gordon Ramsey. I'm in third person. Looking at myself I'm wearing blue jeans and a white polo shirt, the same as Gordon. I look really buff. Then in math class. A friend, Chris, is sitting behind me and gets called out of class to the office. He asks me to watch his backpack. When class ends, I leave the backpack with the teacher. But I forget the teacher's name and am embarrassed. Then in a giant bathroom with many trough urinals like a sports stadium. Most of the boys in the bathroom are much younger than me.

WBTB+MILD 60 minutes, read DV, B-Complex vitamin, water and piece of bread

Ice Cream and Being Locked Out
1000: C. This might have been two or three dreams connected with hallucinations or short waking day dreams. At a strip mall looking for something to eat. Pass through a Weinersnitzel. Find an ice cream stand. Get a medium cup of strawberry (residue from a few days ago).

Now at home. I live with Lance? I'm in my room and hungry again. I leave to get some ice cream across the street. Forgot my keys and locked out. Find an open gate in the parking lot which leads to a bunch of maintenance access tunnels and ladders. I follow these and they lead to a trap door in the floor of Lance's room. He is watching TV. I apologize for intruding and explain what happened.

Now I am back outside, maybe the next morning. I sense I am well dressed. I lay down on a mattress that is lying at the curb of the street. The street is dirty and the area is a bit sketchy. I am near an intersection. A man walks out into the intersection to block traffic and starts taunting a guy in a van. Another man in a pizza delivery car gets out of his car and yells at the guy in the street to move out of the way. The guy apologizes and says the man in the van he is taunting is his friend. The pizza man returns to his car but he has locked himself out. He pushes his car out of the way.

Still laying in the street on a mattress, I notice the building next to me is one of those payday loans places. A few really hot women step out of it and walk near me. One steps over me in a skirt. It seems like they are trying to get my attention.

Thief with Powers
1127: C. I'm in a sketchy part of a city. I climb along rooftops and I can slip through water drains and air vents. I use these powers to sneak into a donut shop and steal all the money from the cash register. For a while, I continue to stake out this shop. I am watching for the reaction of the people and waiting for another opportunity to steal more.

I want to say this non-lucid dream was an hour long. It just kept going and going. And in cycle 2? Vividness was only average or below. It was memorable, but kinda boring at the same time. I'm just going to skim over it here yet it's still a wall of text.

B-Complex vitamin one hour before bed, drank natural apple juice

Longest Dream Ever
0637: B.
Paradoxical Architecture and Drug Party
I'm in a strange building with several floors and many staircases. It's hard to get to the room you want because each staircase takes you to a different place than you expect. I'm living here while going to college but I'm moving out soon, I'm trying to find someone to take my apartment. Then there's a family that moves in and I befriend their young 10-year-old son. Lots of deja vu feeling here.

Then I'm hosting a few friends in this strange apartment and we are doing drugs. Then it turns into a formal party for a community of strictly kosher Jews. Everyone is doing drugs and talking about being kosher. Then the landlord shows up and I'm supposed to give him the keys. But I remember the drugs in the bedroom so I sneak back in and put them in a briefcase. I run away from the building with my friends.

Mugged and Suspected
Now I'm alone, walking on the main street of a small town. Reminds me of Monterrey. Instead of a briefcase of drugs, I'm now holding a bottle of whiskey, open and half empty. I sense there are cops around and also a criminal. I let the criminal steal the bottle out of my hand as he runs by. The cops stop me. They think that I gave the criminal the bottle, like a planned exchange. They think it's hard drugs dissolved in water. But I'm so scared and clueless that they realize I'm no criminal and they let me go.

Bear-Lion Mating Season
Now I'm walking with the friends again and we still have the drugs. We're in the middle of nowhere on a dirt path through some grassy hills. We stop and one girl snorts it all. She turns into a bear-lion kind of thing. Looks like the head of those big Chinese lion parade costumes with the big floppy mouth. She has thick black fur like a bear. The rest of us stand back, not sure what to do. A male bear-lion appears nearby and stares at the female, as if to mate. I try to make eye contact with my friend to see what she's thinking. She can't speak. I think perhaps she is afraid of the male and wants my help. She gestures with her eyes, which I interpret to mean "you guys leave, I'll stay". So I leave and the male pounces on her.

Now I'm walking alone toward the nearest town. I see my bear-lion friend running down a hill toward the same town. I chase after her. She seems upset and I figure out that she didn't want me to leave. She wanted my help. Her eye gesture actually meant "let's all run that way." Now she won't forgive me. As we arrive in the town, she turns back into a woman. I plead with her but she'll never forgive me.

Dalai Lama in a Diner
Then, I'm sitting in a diner with Lance. He is reciting a quote from the Dalai Lama with a perfect voice impression. The quote (which seemed real, but I looked it up and couldn't find it IWL) is about idea of spiritual salvation contrasted with the distractions of modern culture. At the very end, Lance is just staring at me intently and I let the quote and the whole dream just sink in for a moment.

I slept GREAT last night. Zeo game me a score of 94, compare to my average of 68. I slept 9 hours total with 3h 48m in REM sleep in 6 cycles. That's a lot of dreaming!

I took the B-Complex vitamin one hour before bed and took a relaxing hot bath to meditate and adjust my body temperature for sleep. Tonight's dreams weren't as vivid as yesterday. Maybe the apple juice was the difference? But they were really really long. The three that I recalled seemed at least 30 minutes long each. I wrote a while page of notes for each and could still recall more detail that I didn't bother to write down. In fact, they were so long and not very interesting that I'm going to cut them short here.

Gordon Ramsey's Love Troubles
0503: B. Gordon Ramsey guest stars on a TV sitcom, maybe The Big Bang Theory. Gordon is a roommate with the dorky guys and there another group in the next door apartment as well. It's too crowded and someone says "Someone has to go back to Poland!"

Then scene changes to outside a nightclub with Gordon and the roommates. His part is to approach a shy girl and ask her for a date as a prank. She is supposed to be charmed because he's so famous. But she isn't interested and the prank backfires. Gordon is surprised and humbled. There's a taxicab in the scene.

Then the scene starts over but now it's "real" life and not the TV show. Gordon does the same thing of approaching a shy girl and gets rejected. He's humbled and goes into the club. A really hot redheaded woman meets him and comforts him. But then she finds out it was a prank and she's really really upset and leaves. Gordon is now completely devastated.

Then the dream really jumps around. There's a parking lot and a staircase. It leads to a college dormitory with a rec room. Gordon is in the rec room with a TV, arcade games, and a giant touch-screen computer thing. Some college students are in there watching TV. Now I am the main character in first-person instead of Gordon in third-person. Lance is looking for me but I am avoiding him. The students in the rec room cover for me.

Exchange Student
0651: B. I'm an exchange student living with a foster family. It seems like I'm still in the US though. The first part of the dream jumped around a lot. I'm supposed to film a TV commercial with this family. Then I'm making some kind of cake and pudding desert. But when I try to flip the pudding out on top of the cake, it spills on the floor and I feel bad because it's someone else's kitchen. Then the foster family has a bunch of kids and they are leaving for school but I stay at home. One kid, a girl of about 7, turns around and comes back into the house, refusing to go to school. There are a bunch of mothers from the neighborhood standing in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I am eating something in the living room and spill some red sauce on the couch. I feel bad again and clean it up with a giant beach towel.

Scene changes and now I'm in Japan with a different family. It's the first day of school and the student body is in the gym. We receive our grades from the previous year. I am afraid I failed but I get a B. Then I'm walking with the foster family toward a restaurant to celebrate.

Scene changes and I'm in a restaurant but now I seem to be in Mexico with yet another foster family. I sit alone in a booth away from the family. I order a hamburger and whiskey. I finish them and order another. A few teenage girls sit at my booth but ignore me while I eat. Then I ask who they are and what is going on. One has her face painted white like a geisha. She says it's a holiday and tells me the name in Spanish. I ask what it means and she says in English "Ten Years and Two Days."

False awakening. I roll over to write in my dream journal. I note the time is 1137 and my previous entry was at 10 something. But the light coming through the window is too dim for that time. I think, wait, is it really that late? Then I wake up for real.

short WBTB

Work Retreat
0825: B. I'm at work and a few people just got laid off. One was the other Michael, so I'm the only Michael left. I joke about this with coworkers that there won't be any more confusion.

Then everyone at work goes to a small restaurant out in the middle of a nowhere on a small rural road. It looks like a lodge. I ride along with Lance and we park across the street. Everyone is given sweatshirt and pants randomly in blue, gray, or black. We watch a movie about color and light and supposedly we have to study for a test on it next week. Then we watch some other movies made by people at work. Ex-employee Garrett is there and I avoid him. He made a film where he's looping a belt through the skin around his waist. It reminds me of a surrealist film.

Then it's time to go so I try to find my sweatshirt in the big pile of identical ones that people have left. Other people are also searching through the pile. There are other people in the restaurant. They seem like a biker gang and I feel nervous. I just grab a matching pair of small blue sweater and pants and leave. I'm going to ride again with Lance but I fall behind as we're running outside. He crosses the road before me. It's dusk and the highway has many cars going very fast with their headlights on. I try to cross a few times but turn back because I almost get run over. Then I walk to a narrower part of the road where there is just 2 lanes and cross.

I meet with Lance and there is also the other Michael who is going to ride with us. People from work have divided into their cliques in the parking lot and are talking and gossiping.

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.