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Dream #1

I was at "my office," sitting at a cubicle. The office was kind of empty of people. Down a short hallway was a reception area. One of my co-workers, D, was talking with a female co-worker, M, about some new procedure everybody had to go through at work to keep their jobs. You had to talk with some higher-up person about your qualifications, but you had to do so through stories that proved you'd done all kinds of special things and that you were really passionate about your work.

As D explained this to M, he walked into the area where I was. He was still talking with M, though she wasn't around. He wanted to use me as an example of how this new interview would take place. He asked me a question. I began to answer. D walked over to a desk where a woman was sitting. A black boy in a yellow sweater and white button-up shirt came in and sat by the woman.

I was droning on about my school and work history, wondering if this was any different from just giving my resume. But suddenly I was talking with M. We were talking about business in general, making jokes, and so forth. We were now in my room. She lay down on her back on my bed. I lay next to her on my stomach.

As we continued talking matter-of-factly, M grabbed my right hand and lay it between her legs. She then may have moved it to rest on her belly, just above her crotch. I nowbrealized she was naked. I moved my hands down to feel her more. But as soon as I did, I stopped. I couldn't do this. M really isn't my type, I thought. Plus, she's married.

I sat up. M stayed laying down. There were two white guys in my room. My room was dim, too, as if only a small light shone from a low corner of the room. One of the guys sat on the bed between me and M. He wore a blue top like the SNSD girls wear for the Oh! video and a long, white denim skirt. He flung his head back and reclined seductively, as if I were going to have sex with him.

I stood up and walked over to my table. I looked at my right arm and saw that I had some small, hard, white substance jutting out of it. It was like a piece of pummice was growing out of my arm. I flexed my muscle to push it out. Then I pulled it the rest of the way out. It wasn't very big, maybe 1cm long.

Dream #2

I had a really long hair on my face, below my lower lip. I tried to pull it out, but I think it kept slipping out of my hands.

Dream #3

A black and white photo. A woman supplicating before another woman dressed as a nun. The nun's headdress cast enough shadow around her so that it took me a while to realize that the nun had no head, only a stub of a neck.

I knew that people came and prayed to this headless woman as if she were a saint, capable of performing miracles. She seemed to be alive. But for some reason I wondered whether this woman were actually dead.

I thought it might be possible that this was all some game put on by drug dealers in Mexico. They could, I thought, have beheaded the woman and then sat her up to look alive in this square to trick gullible religious people.

Dream #4

I was on some balcony or mezzanine in a big building. It was daytime, and the building was filled with a bright, gentle, natural light. But the mezzanine may have been in disarray, with broken pieces of the building lying all about.

There may have been one dead one woman lying on the ground. Another woman was screaming in fear. A man dressed in a brown uniform like a UPS uniform attacked the woman. He picked her up and was carrying her toward a doorway. The woman fought as the man carried her through the doorway. She may even have clung to the doorjamb.

I knew that if the man got the woman into the room alone, he'd kill her. Even worse, he'd terrorize her while he killed her. I was afraid, and I felt pretty weak, but I knew I had to do whatever I could to stop the man.

I ran up to the man, still wrestling the woman past the doorjamb. I managed, after a kind of pathetic struggle, to separate the woman from the man. For some reason the man ran away through a sliding glass door at the other end of the room.

The room was completely empty. I lay the woman down on the floor. She had been stricken in some way by the man and was near death. I knew I was near death, too. I figured I'd just lay beside the woman to die, too.

But I knew that if the man came backb when the woman and I were too weak to fight, he'd terrorize us until we died, which would be a horrible way to die. So before I lay down I closed and locked the front door. I then pulled the curtains over the sliding glass door and locked the sliding glass door.

I was heading over to lay down beside the woman to die. I was having a conversation in my head with some woman about the meaning of life and death. I started floating up into the air. I then began descending into a weird structure like a futuristic, silvery car with dark black windows. The structure also looked like the huge server in the anime Summer Wars.

I was now in some room that looked like a bar or restaurant that had gone out of business mixed with a living room. A decent amount of natural light came in through the windows. The place was full of boxes. I was here with a female friend. A tallish, gentle-looking, bald white man in a black shirt and pants stood behind the bar.

I sat at the bar, between a couple messy stacks of boxes. The man handed me two plates or rice. The rice had green vegetables in it and was covered in some yellowy-brown sauce, possibly curry.

Fragment 1

A strange dream about people just sitting in their highchair like things, facing me, touching their index fingers together like my 9 month old does.
Something falls down from a tray in front of one of them... Is that my son?

Fragment 2

A woman trying to park her car in a steep parkade. It's a tiny parkade, very tightly parked cars. She pulls in too close to the wall on the right side and pushes back (and squishes) her side mirror

Yet Another Wedding

Now I'm shopping for wedding dresses. I don't know what possesses me to try on the one with banana print, I think it's cheap and I have a feeling I am on a really tight budget. I'm horrified at how ugly it is, and how ugly it looks on me. I am even more horrified and upset when I get something on it! I try to get it off, but when I scratch the stain with my nail it turns darker. Panic!

I'm in a taxi and going to a club with a friend and her boyfriend. We're talking. When we arrive he goes up to get drinks from the bar during our conversation about going out. He says as he's walking away from us that when he's upset or angry with his girlfriend, he goes out to the club. He smiles as he stops for a second and says "When I'm upset you know I'm not so Bo-Bo". Then he continues to the bar for the drinks. I know what he means by the statement. Bo-Bo is his name (but not as in the clown), and he means when he's angry or upset he turns into a bit of a sleaze bag, but usually he's a nice guy. I notice his girlfriend has no expression concerning this statement.

He and I are talking. He is slow dancing with his girlfriend in front of me while I sit on a couch. I tell him I go out when I'm upset too, but that it doesn't matter, I don't get into trouble because I'm so average looking. He asks me something which I don't really remember, then makes a comment, something like "Your boyfriend loves you for who you are, which is not average. If wanted or lusted after rake thin girls, he could go f**k something with sharp edges, like a book." - He gave two other examples of things with sharp edges but I can't remember them.

Fragment 3

Random flash of a some guy - sales guy or bartender? He has a tattoo on his neck, it's a year.. 1100 something. I tell him it's a funny that my son was born that year too.

Side notes:
I think that the Mugwort is helping me remember my dreams. Glad I ordered more of it.
Perhaps one of my dream signs is Weddings, that's two this week. I'm not getting married nor engaged so it's not like it's on my mind.
I think one other dream sign may be Bars or Clubs. I have had a few set in a Bar/Club now.

The last dream of this segment I became lucid! This was my first lucid dream - ever! While it only lasted for a short time (due to, well, being new to it and not being able to stabilize), I can't tell you how excited I am at this improvement! Also, the dream that I had during was really, really vivid. Interesting.

12/24/2010 - Dream Fragment - Jail

I found myself competing in a drinking competition with Jim while in jail. There were lots of colorful drinks.

12/24/2010 - Superheroes

I had an intricate dream where I was on the beach. I think I was a superhero, but I definitely had the ability to control tornadoes. I do remember that we were on the coast. I had to help defend the town from three tornadoes that were ultimately creating monsoons for the town. As the town wizards rallied, a large lady (black, curly black hair) spoke to me and told me that if the waves causes a swell of greater than 8 meters, the levies would break and the city would be destroyed.

I became highly interested in this and we prepared at the coastline. All three tornadoes came from next to one another, causing huge tidal waves. The wizards attempted to quell the waves as we protected the coastal city, but it became quickly apparent that the wizards would not be able to successfully combat the three tornadoes when they were all in the same place. The waves were already reaching upwards of 8 meters (said the woman), and it was almost at critical mass. I watched the waves come crashing into the village as she said this. I decided that I had to take a gambit to save this town.

I used my powers to move one of the tornadoes. I was only able to apparently move one, because I was too weak after moving the first one. I changed it from all three tornadoes being right next to one another, northeast off the coastline, to one of them closer and northwest of the town. This gambit paid off, as it allowed the wizards valuable time to quell that tornado and then take care of the others. We were able to wrangle the tornadoes and take control of nature. We also protected the town.

(Diagram of the coast and tornado movement is here in my physical journal)

I returned to the beach, where I found my grandpa and the large lady talking with one another. My grandpa said that he was very proud of my success. He asked us for some hot chocolate (which I recall him asking for before, but I don't recall him before this part of the dream. He might of been talking with the large lady when I was solving shit). She asked why my grandfather was asking for hot chocolate so often, to which I said that my grandma always used to make it for him. I made some appear and gave it to him. He smiled large and my grandma's voice in my head said thank you. I told the fat lady I heard my grandma and I started crying. The scene fades.

12/24/2010 - Bar

I think this was supposed to be related to the first dream. I was in a bar that was colored very light brown and with a lot of beige. I was sitting at the counter of the bar. I recall there being dream characters about, but I don't recall seeing any. I do recall that Jimmy was in my dream again, but that I never saw or talked with him. I was watching a news report on the television while drinking a beer. I remember that Britney Spear's "Toxic" was playing on the jukebox, but I don't recall seeing the jukebox either. I was also irritated and a bit confused by it being on in here. I reached for the menu and opened it to look at it and I started to feel a bit odd. I read over the menu once, but then stared at it. The letters changed before my eyes. "I must be dreaming," I thought to myself.

There was an audible snap and everything became incredibly vivid as I became lucid. I was actually overtaken by emotion and excitement! This was my first lucid dream - ever! When I got excited, I remembered that if I didn't calm down I would wake up, but instead of calming down first I started attempting stabilization techniques. I looked at my hands in order to deeply observe them, but they seemed like they were cut off (I was missing half of each hand, diagonally, from my wrist bone to my index finger knuckle). It started to worry me. I stop doing this and got up quickly and I touched the table, tripping over a chair in scurrying over to one of the back bar counters. I grabbed one of the clear salt shakers that had a yellow lid and many, many holes (industrial) and began to feel it with both of my hands. While doing this, I accidentally closed my eyes and the scene faded to black.

I snapped my eyes open and I was in my room. I immediately tried a reality check, but it wasn't a false awakening. Success, ladies and gentlemen! After two years of on and off trying, I finally had a successful lucid dream - a DILD! Now the next step: Do it again, remain calm, and stabilize properly. I'm so pleased with myself I can hardly stand it.

Last night's dreams were all about wish fulfillment: found a job, had a car (in which my MIA glasses turned up), it wasn't snowing, and some random chick offered me blow on the street (not that I'd take her up on it, but it was nice of her to ask). The last thing that happened was I was walking home from work--imagine, working walking distance away!--and this young woman I vaguely remember from a cafe/bar where I used to hang out was on her way to buy some blow and offered me a bump, which I declined. As I cut across a bar parking lot, my cousin forcibly ejected two douchey-looking fellows and suggested I take their shit, which I also declined. I arrived home to find that my two roommates (fictional) had thrown a party without telling me, which was annoying because I had a double the next day at work, but I saw a rather random friend of mine there, and started talking to him.

All in all, a lot of odd supporting characters these days: people I never spent much time with and don't think about to my knowledge, just popping up.

Did not have a good nights sleep last night, but I am surprised that I remembered this much.

I found myself in-front of a bar and went to sit down, “vodka and coke” I said to the barman it must of been a classy bar because he had a waste coat and a bow tie on, I looked to my left, there were two businessmen drinking something similar, one of the men looked like a boss from my past whom I never really got along with. I started drinking my vodka and coke and continued watching both men, they were having a drinking competition. I finished my drink and was about to leave when a cute girl came in on my right I know she was cute but I cant remember her face, there were a few bottles of alcohol on my right on the wall over hanging the bar table. The girl leaned over and helped herself filling a glass up with vodka and gave it to me with a smile...

...next I was in front of a some technician with a pile of keyboards on her desk. Each keyboard had a note stuck on the back of it to explain the stupid reason why some people throw away their computers. Each keyboard seemed to represent a computer and the tech was sorting out which ones could be salvaged and which ones could be thrown away...

...Suddenly I'm sitting next to someone else, a 50 year old chubby red head with short curly hair, she tells me she'll show me how she works, she doesn't show me much and doesn't seem to be interested in me or her work, leaving me behind to go and chat with someone in the other office. I'm then joined by a man in his late teens to mid 20s, wearing a tracksuit, he has a buzz cut, he seems short tempered but looks to be in the same situation as I am in. I look at the womens computer monitor, looks like DOS is running. I wonder what version it is, so I restart the computer. On Boot screen on the upper left hand corner a 16 bit image of a smiling Steve Urkel appears(knew the face, had to look up the name), I start laughing, and said to the guy next me “Yes its definitely MS DOS”, another office worker disproves of my behavior, I only know this because the guy next to me shouted at her with “do you have a problem!”. I stop laughing...

...I'm walking along some town street with someone on my left. There's a game shop on my right, I'm not interested in gaming anymore but go in to have a look, the shop has a spacious layout all the stock is on shelving against the walls there is nothing on the shop floor. I look around, found one thing that might interest me but I put it back. I turn to leave... A few girls in their 20s come in dressed in what I can best describe as body suits, as if they have just been to some Sci-fi convention, sadly the dream ends there.

Good morning, everybody. I remember two dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I was, or was seeing through the eyes of, a pretty girl. The girl had a face like Alyssa Milano, but she was short and very thin.

The girl was at a beach house. Out the back of the house, she saw one her female friend in the water, about up to her waist in waves. The girl thought that her friend was hurt, not as if she were drowning, but as if something about the water was making her friend ill. So she ran out to help her friend.

The scene now seemed to repeat itself. Except now I was watching it from a 3rd person view, as if I were watching a movie. Now the woman in the water was the Alyssa Milano-type girl I had just been. She was a transgendered woman, now, too.

The woman who ran out of the beach house to save the woman in the water was now an Asian woman, slightly overweight, and a little ditzy looking, like the girl from the live action Cutey Honey movie.

The ditzy woman now had the other woman on the shore. The ditzy woman wanted to make sure the other woman was still breathing. She pushed the other woman's thin, pink tank-top down below her shoulders, even below her small chest. The woman had pink glitter or pink, glittery coverings, on her nipples.

I now saw this scene from inside the beach house, as if I were myself looking out to the beach. I turned away from the scene. My friend, a girl or a transgendered girl, thin, with blonde and brown hair, and wearing a thin, zebra-striped tank-top and skirt, sat in a big, leather chair, her legs curled up into the chair as well.

I laughed and said to my friend, "I forgot how in love she (the ditzy woman) is with her (the woman who had been in the water)."

My friend asked me why I cared so much about those two girls. She seemed hurt. She then looked at me in a sexy way. I realized she'd been wanting me to pay attention to her and play around with her a lttle. I didn't know if I wanted to. I couldn't quite remember if she was a woman or a man. But I started feeling really attracted to her, anyway.


Dream #2

I was out in what looked like a driveway made out of smooth river pebbles. It may have been on the right side of a house. I stood by a car with a couple of my family members, whom I don't recognize now.

We were in some town that people usually think of as a tourist destination. We had taken care of some task, and now we had some time left over. I hadn't anticipated this. So I told my family members they could go spend a couple hours doing the fun things this town had to offer. I figured I'd have some fun, too.

I went into the house. I went down into the basement. I was now sitting at a very cramped, dirty bar with an old, very overweight man.

The man was talking to me about how, if you went into the military, you didn't always have to carry a gun. He said, "I knew people who, they went into the Army, and the only thing they ever touched the whole time was a gib!"

I couldn't quite figure out what a gib was. I just smiled and nodded. But I somehow gathered that the man meant that his friend had worked on some kind of maintenance crew. I started talking about (and making hand motions indicating) a table saw. The man waved me off, almost as if saying I was too young or naïve to understand.

We were walking back up the stairs now. I figured I still had a couple hours to hike in the mountains of this area before meeting up with my family members. Maybe I'd even hike to our meeting point, which was now, somehow, deep in the woods.

But the old man invited me to have dinner with him. The first floor of this house was actually a fine Italian restaurant (even though it basically looked like a living room full of tables). The guy sat at a table right next to the side door.

I figured that since this old guy had taken such a liking to me, I'd go ahead and eat with him and have some more conversation. But I knew this would basically take away all the time I had left for doing anything fun.

I got a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs with thick noodles and a lot of sauce. I saw a long table full of family members. I went and sat down with them, on the opposite side of the room from the man.

It now seemed to be night, from what I could see through the windows. At some point the room became windowless and dim, with sea-green walls.

I had forgotten about the man. I looked over my left shoulder. I saw another table, a round table, about half full of more of my family members. The man was just now sitting down at that table. One of my family members had invited him over.

I looked way back in the dim room, to where the man's table had been. The room was mostly empty, bare. But by the door, a lot of older, tough-looking men (who I thought of as Croatians) sat along a big, dark bench. They all seemed to be heavily dressed up in winter clothes. They were talking in a different language, moderately but happily.

I looked forward again as a young, female family member to my right began saying a prayer in a different language. I was about to tell her to stop praying that way -- the old men would think she was making fun of them. But she said something like, "This is a very sacred prayer in their language. They appreciate the fact that I know it."

Everybody was talking and joking and eating. I looked across the table and to my left. A few seats down, I saw my great-grandmother. She was alive! She was as small as a child, and she wore a gauzy, crepe-like, pink dress and a broad-brimmed, pink hat.

I looked away for a moment. I now remembered part of the task we had been here for. I also remembered that we were actually in Washington, DC. My great-grandma had apparently died. We took her to DC for the funeral, because she'd wanted to go there and we had planned a vacation there.

When we'd gotten there, I remembered, my great-grandma had been so touched by how much we loved her that her body had come back to life. I remembered seeing her in the casket, her eyes blinking open.

I now looked at her sitting at the dinner table. She was talking with everybody and helping herself to some food. Her hands looked stubby, and she seemed to be wearing a yellow dress. I knew that she could only keep her body alive for a little while longer. I was thankful for the time she had given us.

I had a dream about pancakes and waffles. Yes. I could taste the pancakes very well and they came in different flavors; but lets start from the beginning.

I was walking on a bridge, torn apart, barely hanging by the steel wires and supports. Little islands of concrete floating on the steal strands on the bridge. Next to me, I see people riding motorcycles with a floating text above their heads which stated an addon for Left 4 Dead 2. Suddenly, more ads for Valve games started appearing, then I noticed a small bar across the bridge. When I got to the bar, I found they were serving pancakes and waffles. This was a crowded bar and I finally managed to grab a seat. As I looked at the prices, I noticed it was in the thousands and there were Japanese letters next to the price. The currency was sand, so I assume we paid in grains.

This is a little chart I remembered from my dream. It's the price list:

PANCAKE: 3500, 15000 [Japanese letters/words]
CARAMEL: 3600, 4100
CHOCOLATE: 3800, 4600
[Various other flavors] [Prices]

I'm not sure how we were supposed to count the grains of sand in order to pay, but it makes perfect sense in a dream, so the amount just sort of appeared when I let the sand hit the bar.

I also noticed about the bartender, he is the same bartender in the embassy lounge in Mass Effect. Except this bartender was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.



Anyways, weird dream. Tasted good though :]

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT – Sleep

Fragments: Björk in a colourful dress. Stuff about my travel to Japan.

2:00 GMT

Decorating a bar
On a terrace or penthouse, helping my mom decorating it. We decide where to put two bookshelves and at last minute she decides changing their place to maximize the space. This place is cozy but doesn’t look like a home to live in, more like a bar with glass walls around and view over the city. There are sofas in the middle and a bar desk on the left side. After we finish decorating it, the building starts shaking (recurrent dream) but this time I manage to stabilize it just by wishing it to stop.

Watching and being on other people's skin
Then I am an observer of a couple’s story. She is coming to this bar, she is a beautiful blond med student, coming for first time to this city for some event. She is married to an older guy who loves her very much but also has a secret affair with an older woman. This girl is not happy with her relationship but she thinks her husband is so devoted she can’t possibly hurt him. Then she meets a young doctor at this bar and they instantly connect and speak all night. She ends up in his apartment and they sleep together. She feels no guilt but her husband then calls to know where she is, because she was supposed to have taken the night train. She lied that she lost last train and had to sleep at train station. He is sick worried and promises to go get her immediately by car. She runs to train station and wonders how she’s gonna tell him the truth.
Then I’m back on this bar, this time I am under the skin of a guy and another guy comes to me and asks me if I’m such and such person. I say yes and ask why. He says a friend told him great things about me and my last book published. I go humble and say it wasn’t that great and actually feel embarrassed.

Ivy League University
Then I’m myself and I’m outside. It’s early morning and I’m in front of what looks like some Ivy League University. I stand still for a while in front of its gates and hear some music coming from behind me, from what seems a parking meter. It is some hymn and it feels so enjoyable I listen to the end. Then I finally cross the street and enter the gates. I have some bags there and need to go get them to leave. I fly my way there and nobody cares except 3 or 4 guys who seem surprised and point at me. I land close to them and walk from there on. Some other guy and girl are walking around collecting signatures and donations for some health related NGO. I say I’m not interested right now and they don’t insist.

Sandy beach
Then the lawn becomes a sandy beach and I see kids playing. I spot a really cute baby alone in the sand and I pick him up, to find out it’s just a really believable doll. Then two girls come up and ask me to play with them. They have more of these dolls, girls and boys version.
I become lucid and decide I must remember this sequence of dreams since I had already woke up before and was too tired to write notes. So I believe I woke up and I start writing on my DJ, then I go back to sleep. Only later I really wake up frustrated that it was a FA and then had hard time recalling the dreams.

5:20 GMT

The attack of the Jennies
I go semi-lucid and decide to fly. I try to do that trick Neo does on Matrix, of kneeling down to lift off with high speed, but I only manage to jump a few meters high. I do some acrobatics in the air for fun or to impress someone. Then I decide climbing an old tree behind me that seems to impress some ladies on the ground. I see the clouds above me and I see a green pasture on top of a hill and I see a fence around a herd of cows. Then I put my hand on some tree branch and there’s a tarantula which gives me the creeps and I lose my semi-lucidity.
When I go back to the ground I actually feel sorry for the spider – it looked really old and I think it missed a leg.
It was becoming dark and I walk towards these ladies that look alike. All dressed in black, long straight hair and luminescent stripes on their outfits. Then I see them touching a guy and a girl which transform into copies of these ladies, with same exact look. When I realise they are up to no good, I hide behind a car and prepare to run but they spread like a virus and suddenly they are by my side. Just have time to fly away. Then no matter where I go they have taken over. I call them Jennies. In the morning I finally reach some property where some event is taking place and people still look normal. I think they are worth saving but how can I alert them and what can they do to defend themselves? I find my friend John Blacksmith and ask for his help. Because he is good at speeches, I tell him to interrupt the people talking and warning them, but when he gets the mic he doesn’t go straight to it. Through the window I can see Jennies coming. I push him and grab the mic and just say we’ve been invaded by some kind of aliens who take control over us just by touching us – most people think it’s a joke, but some lady asks me why do I assume they came to harm us. I say I don’t know if that’s the case, but whatever they are doing is not with our consent and therefore not acceptable. Anyway, soon they hear screams and realise it’s serious and start running in all directions. I escape through a sliding glass door behind me and fly to the roof. Soon they are everywhere and I don’t know what to do.

7:30 GMT – wake up

phase 1: I went into a a donut shop with Ian and Danny Vavernik We wanted a dozen donuts, and decided to leave it at that. the dozen only cost 2 bucks and before we even got the donuts I had randomly had donuts in a box in my hand already one was chocolate circle and one was a vanilla long john. then the donut setting changed into a bar setting. it was the same people + my uncle chet and tim and my mom. Danny apparently got along with others while eating his cheese fry wedges a certain style. those cheese frys were good.

phase 2: I was out roaming at night by a new housing project area. there were many police cars going by (which some were suspicious of me) and I ran into christian merkau as well as a travelling family and mr. phillips (running coach) we were by a hotel and an extremely huge ditch. christian told me he was in trouble with the police (he was on a bike) and he told me he needed to make sure his brother was safe(he doesnt have a brother but in the dream he did) so apparently mr. phillips being ignorant of the situation tells christian to travel back home with a travelling family that is following a dark paved path to cross a major road.

PART 1 - FREE BEER AND UNDERCOVER COPS

I'm walking down the street across from where I work, it's night. Some girl, mid 20s, black hair, wearing a professional navy colored suit, is handing out cans of beer - like how some people hand out promotional flyers to everyone who passes by, except it's cans of beer half as tall as a normal can. I take it even though I don't drink. The top is already open when she hands it to me.

I continue down the road and these two older guys start following me, late 30s, one has very light blond hair, almost white, especially his eyebrows, mostly bald... reminds me of Hank from the show Breaking Bad. Don't remember anything about the other guy.

They keep within my personal space, and somehow I figure they must be undercover cops. I look at the Hank guy and call it out, "so, you must be..." He pretends not to know what I'm getting at. I say "nevermind" and cross the street toward work, they follow me.

When we get to the other side, they reveal their identity and ask about the beer, if I've been drinking or plan to. I say that I hadn't drank any and have no intentions of doing so, which is true. They hear the sincerity and conviction in my voice, believe me, and leave me be.

ANALYSIS

The thing that stands out most to me is my conviction when I told them I wasn't going to drink, and the fact that they believed me.

Perhaps a message about the importance of sincerity.

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PART 2 - BAR ZOMBIES

I go to a bar with my dad. There are couches... all of the patrons are sitting silently, staring off awkwardly. Men and women in their 40s, at least some of them are dad's family. I realize that they're just there because they don't want to be alone.

There was a much more complex storyline involving dad as well, but can't remember...

ANALYSIS

I think the important part of this one was the realization that they just didn't want to be alone.

It makes me think of how people will lower their standards in relationships (romantic or otherwise) just to avoid loneliness.

I was feeling oddly lonely yesterday and spoke to someone who I'd previously dismissed as too irritatingly trivial to interact with, just to talk to someone, anyone. I did so more on my own terms than before, however, not changing the way I acted to match theirs. Instead, they changed to match mine. It actually did make me feel better.

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PART 3 - FAIL AT FEMALE DANCE CLASS

I'm in a dance class meant for females. I can't do the movement properly for some reason, I keep swaying back and forth with my arms, but it's not correct. When the session ends, I do a backward roll over my left shoulder.

Teacher is in mid to late 40s, neck length brown hair, taught face with some wrinkles.

ANALYSIS

I generally consider myself fairly feminine in certain ways.

I'm not sure what would trigger that sense of not being able to "get it right," however.

Except perhaps losing repetitively as Zerg in Starcraft, but that seems a bit of a stretch. Oh well, I always try to come up with at least one possibility for each part.

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PART 4 - INFUSING MOVEMENT WITH FEELING IN PAINTING

I think this is the same class as the one above.

A male teacher - 40s, quite fat, longer hair (ponytail?) - challenged by a student that they "can't paint," demonstrates in front of the class by making 2 simple marks of a dark blue. They're very slow and deliberate, he twists the brush to make two marks each conveying movement into the other, like a yin yang. I can see he's infusing much feeling into the movements.

I'm able to recognize it because this is something I do naturally. I allow the feeling to take over my hands. I remember clearly the feeling of my arms moving involuntarily with the brush in the air.

ANALYSIS

The feeling or lack there of conveyed in movement is something I notice in people at all times.

Perhaps this theme of feeling in movement was the result of being quite focused on the sensation of swaying my arms in the previous part.

In fact, thinking about it now, I was really quite aware of it in the moment. I think this may be the first sign of greater dream awareness. It makes sense that it would begin kinesthetically for me. Focusing on body awareness first in dreams may be my personal key to achieving lucidity.

I feel that this is a very important discovery. Progress!

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FRAGMENT

Walking down a street, cars and shops, downtown in some city, night. Someone is impersonating Immortal Technique, one of their lines ends with "poke them in the eye," I think this is weak and not something they would say.

ANALYSIS

Possibly triggered by a post I made on here mentioning IT.

When I first woke up, I thought I would have no dreams to report today. It seems to take some time for me to recall.

For me it's not a matter of "getting it all onto paper quickly before I forget," it's more "keep waiting around until some random thought triggers a memory, which triggers another one..." and so on.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream began the backyard of my current house. My home is a fairly big one-story, with a darker red brick exterior, large white windows, and a glass mosaic covering a curved part of the front of the house. Our backyard is simple: a patio with lighter wood, with a few short steps leading down into the yard. All there is is grass, with one tree in the right-hand corner. To the left and right are neighbor's fences. In the dream, it was the same as this.

The atmosphere was nice; it was just beginning to get dark. The sun was a few inches above the horizon, but there was no typical colors of a sunset. The sun was just there.

I was walking aimlessly along the edge of the patio. There was no railing or siding, so if one were to fall, it would be a two or three feet drop. After a minute or so of this, I decided to go back inside. Unfortunately there wasn't a door leading from the patio into the house, so I had to walk all the way around and use the front door. There was a fairly narrow path along the side of the house, accented by one rusty blue-gray pipe, which I took. I then went inside the white front doors.

I decided to go downstairs and chill out, maybe watch a movie. I ended up walking down the stairs, into the basement of a house I used to live in, four years ago. I can remember the basement very clearly, as my bedroom was down there. The stairs went straight down, into an open basement with white Berber carpet. There was a set of green suede chairs a few feet from the stairs, with a large flat screen TV in front of them, around 42 inches or so. The lights were off, and there was only a dim light emitting from the TV as I walked town the stairs. But this didn't bother me.

As soon as I reached the couches, the dream skipped a little bit. I found myself curled up on one of the couches, with a baby blue-colored throw on me. In my mind, I knew that I had just woken up from a nap, which in the dream I never saw myself actually go into. I never saw actually myself get onto the couch either.

The lights were still off, as well as the television, except for one small blue light in the lower left-hand corner. I started to get a bit nervous. I thought, "why isn't my mom down here?" for some odd reason. Maybe in the dream, she did something and I was expecting her to be there. Who knows. I groggily got up, and beside me, there was now a small side table. It was a darker sort of wood, almost cherry, and it had a digital clock on it. I looked at it, like it had always been there, and realized it was turned off. I thought this was strange, too. So, I went back up the stairs to check more clocks. Outside, the sky was realistically darker than before, but not as black as night yet. I checked a white, rectangular-shaped clock by the front door, and it was off, no power. I went into my sister's room, and her small pink alarm clock was off as well.

By now I was quite bewildered, but then I realized that I was dreaming. Just to make sure, I plugged my nose and tried to breathe through it, and I could. Then I checked out my fingers. Everything was fine, all five fingers were on my left hand, but there was an extra finger sticking out of the middle of my palm. It scared me a bit, but I laughed it off and told myself it may be creepy, but it was still just a dream.

I decided instantaneously to waste the dream eating stuff, because I hadn't done that in a while. In the middle of the dimly lit hallway, I summoned a fancy table covered in a white table cloth, topped with a platter of nanaimo bars. I simply turned around to face behind myself and expected it to be there.

I picked one up and put the whole thing in my mouth, chewing slowly. It wasn't the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten in a dream, but it was still very good (although the yellow custard in the middle was a bit sandy-textured).

I'm drinking. A lot. At a bar. I'm wondering if it's Saturday night and I missed the meetup with Vicki. I see Matt and Jen from High School on the other side of the bar, and debate over whether I want to talk to them. I've been drinking things like rum and coke all night, and now I've moved onto Pinot Gris. I guess. It tastes like champagne.

I'm in the backyard of the Ixburg Inn, having been ordered to clean up the scaffolding houses by my dad. I notice movement in another yard, a brief dark flash. I watch the roof of a nearby building for another sign of it. There's a dirtbiker up there. My mom and I watch him ramp from that roof an impossible distance over the highway. He lands badly, but that was supposed to happen. He's fine.

At a fair, I argue with Gus about something. I'm Shawn Spencer, and my dad (Henry) is around, too. The fair has a layout suspiciously similar to the backyard I was just in.

As myself, I put the truck in park, turn off the ignition, and raise my hands slowly. I'm turning toward the man in the passenger seat, who is happily delivering his Hannibal Lecture while pointing a gun at me. It's a revolver, I notice.



He explains to me that the time I was born can be flipped backwards to show the time it is right now. "You see," he says to me, "This time is the antithesis of your birth."

"Yes, that's very poetic."

I'm ordered out of the truck. I keep my hands up as I follow his orders, stepping onto the green grass in the backyard of my house. I know that there are kids inside the house, quite possibly my cousins. At this point in the dream, though, I think they might be mine.

I try to bargain with the man, but I know that he's going to kill me. If I resist, he says he'll kill everyone inside, but I can't be sure that he won't do that anyway. We circle each other over the grass. The man tells me that these bullets were specially made for me.

Don't I feel special.

The gun wavers for a moment, and I take my chance. I lash out with a kick to his wrist, then grab for the gun. I pick it up and aim at my tormentor. He raises his hands and grins, daring me to do it.

I can't. I empty the revolver of the gold bullets. They spill to the ground, and I scramble for the six of them. I stumble backward as the man laughs. I step inside, latching the glass patio door behind me.

"Go downstairs," I order my cousins. "Get one of the adults to call 911. Ask for police!" I shout at their retreating backs. I move through the house, locking and bolting the other two doors shut.

"So..." says my uncle, "We're safe as long as we don't go outside."

I consider the patio door, how easily the man could get in. "We're safe." I lie.

"Wait," I say after a beat, "Has anyone called 911?"

I curse and grab for the nearest black portable phone. I dial three numbers. "Hello, I need police at -" Silence on the other end. I glance at the display and read 901. Great. I'm wandering down the stairs at this point, redialling the number repeatedly to no effect. I see a flash of the man, laughing. I consider that he might have cut the phone lines.

"Does anyone have a cell phone?" I shout into the basement, frustrated and panicking. I begin redialling numbers on a blackberry no one gave me. 090. 901. 109. 119. My frustration reaches a peak -

And I realize that this is always what happens in dreams. I look up the stairs to the side door, reasoning that I fell asleep in my bedroom and there's no way I could actually be here. I walk up the stairs, touching things (the bannister, the wall), feeling the texture in order to solidify the dream. I'm worried about waking up. I unlock the door, open it. When I step outside, it's dark, and there's a layer of snow on the damp ground.

I move toward the street, making footprints as I go. I look up to the night sky, which is clear and filled with stars.

"Go to the moon," I whisper aloud. "Go to the moon."

I stretch a hand out in front of me, willing a portal to open, for something to happen. A pulse radiates outward from my hand, blurring everything briefly and circling behind me. I can still see the stars. The dream dissolves.

I'm in some kind of afterlife realm, filled with ribbons and people and flying. I'm attached to the colour yellow, which I hate. I try flying, but can only achieve a delayed falling effect.

LG's Got a Gun. Scare Facter: 4.5. Reaction: Lucidity!

I did the faux-math LG was trying to tell me about. Apparently I'm supposed to die next week. Saturday-ish.[/QUOTE]

Originally Posted by Samael

Obviously, I've been watching too much Supernatural.

I've somehow been entered into a race that involves hopping on one foot and a flutter-board. I argue that 5K is a long way to hop on one foot.


idek.

I'm crowded into the entrance of a bar. I think these are people that my brother knows. I notice that one guy is acting suspicious, so I follow him outside and onto the roof. I find him threatening another man with a knife.


You know that little voice people have that tells them to quit when they're ahead? You don't have one!

"Hey!" I call, stepping out of the shadows. Both men turn to look at me, one still brandishing his knife.

"Hey, calm down," I say, hoping that I don't sound patronizing, "There's no need for that, right? Put the knife down, and we can talk."

We circle each other, and I'm moving closer with every step to the side. The third man moves away, more or less forgotten. The man with the knife focuses all his attention on me. He's not going to listen.

I step in without warning, grab the wrist holding the knife and twist. He doesn't drop the knife, but I have a hand on it, and suddenly I can see all the outcomes of the fight at once, blood spraying everywhere. Mostly his.

I'm sitting back in the bar with a group of people that I know. I'm invisible part of the time, so I play with the DCs a bit, asking them what they're seeing as they look at me. One replies that she can see the skull of my grandmother's rotting corpse, covered in maggots. I decide that this game isn't fun anymore.

The police are all over the bar, trying to figure out what happened. The patrons are willfully ignoring them. I'm glad that I'm wearing black, because at least you can't see the bloodstains. I look down at my grey shirt, covered in blood. No, I was wearing black the whole time, I convince the dream. I get back into the story by willing myself into a different form. I decide to shift into a guy, because that's an unlikely disguise. Hey, I can be Jensen Ackles!


Yay! I'm him a lot. Why?

I consider changing eye/hair color so I don't look like an actor, but I decide that he doesn't actually exist in this universe and go talk to the cops. Because it's... fun, or something.

There's a female detective on the roof, speculating about what happened. I see these speculations in flashbacks. The girl (me) made a grab for the knife, she says, and cut her attacker, injuring him. Then he killed her, and disposed of the body somewhere.


Not nearly this cool.

I'm somewhat insulted, actually, but it helps me put the pieces together. I must have won the fight. Since the man with the knife is missing, I probably accidentally killed him and disposed of the body somewhere. Wow, do they have it backwards.

Nobody wonders where the third man went.

They're talking about fingerprints, so I decide this would be a good time to change mine. I will the change, and zoom back into watching an onscreen sequence of the patterns changing.

Skinwalkers are the bad guys, right? I wonder on the irony of shifting into Dean Winchester as a shapeshifter. Am I evil right now? Maaaybe.

I converse with the suspicious detective who probably suspects me for something. I swing around the wire fences on the rooftops for a bit, before coming back to the ground where the detective is waiting on a park bench. Apparently we had a long, in-depth conversation that I can't remember, because she actually trusts me a bit now. Yay, we're friends. Or possible love-interests. Hm.

The detective is wondering if I'll be okay to get home by myself, being as it's after dark in a city infested by the supernatural. I assure her that I'll be fine (being as I'm one of the supernatural monsters everyone seems to be afraid of). I check the area, zooming out to the east, where I'm headed. Dark alleys lit by an orange glow. I zoom out to the west, only to find a pack of Dark Jedi closing in on us, jumping around as NPCs do in Jedi Academy. I spot a couple of green and blue lightsabers among all the red, mostly carried by those wielding dual lightsabers.

"We should go," I say, still tracking the pack remotely. "We should go now." I'm more concerned about the detective than myself. I heal fast.

We walk eastwards away from the group, hoping that we won't bait them if we don't run away.

They catch up to us. Immediately, I draw dual sabers in red and blue, slashing down the first two Dark Jedi to reach us. I take down another, still standing protectively in front of the detective. I rush out past a female Dark Jedi, striking her in the back before she can turn. Finally, there are two left. I face the leader and send one of my sabers flying at his remaining minion. She's down. I rush the leader with a flurry of strikes.

No effect.

I pause in my offensive. "Okay," I tell him, "That was at least three direct strikes to your neck, minimum. You should be dead." He just grins.

A blow to the arm, and I have him disarmed. I grab him by the hair and slash across his neck. "Are. You. Dead. Yet?" I ask the disembodied head. That would be a yes.

Also, fail for lack of gore.

I'm covered in blood, so I figure now is a good time for a tactical retreat. We make it to the Best Western where I've made a reservation. I figure we have a half hour to shower and make ourselves presentable (read: not covered in blood) before the antagonists start to come after us.

"I'd offer 'ladies first'", but I'm the one who looks like a walking horror movie right now."

Unfortunately, I'm really bad with numbers when I'm dreaming, so we end up wandering the halls looking for the hotel room. Which is on the third floor. No, the first. No, the second. Wait, are we in a hostel?

Skinwalkers. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Violence is fun.[/QUOTE]

Things to Run Away From Really Fast #7: Allegiant Little Kids
I'm browsing the forums here, thinking about dreams. Then there's something about the library here. Which reminds me, I need to return an overdue book.

I walk into a bar, where, apparently, Lindsay is bartending. I order a drink, and end up sitting down with her and a few friends while they eat supper. We talk about the Charlie Brown Christmas special, and discuss parts of it that probably didn't exist in real life. You know that one girl, who really didn't want to go to the Brown's house for Christmas Dinner but would rather have gone to New York for a Broadway show? Yeah? Why couldn't she have done that? That would have been cool.

There's four or five of us, and we start walking. Shift. We're in a playground. I look around, trying to place it.

"Aw, man." I say, "We're in Ixburg! Quick, someone think of somewhere nicer."

A couple people glance back at me, bemused. I give up and strike up a conversation with one of the girls, who has red-brown hair, a ponytail, and glasses. I try to ask her name, but she says it so fast I can't understand it. I ask again and try to repeat it back to her. One of the other girls laughs and tells her to stop teasing me.

We're still standing outside the school at this oint, and a teacher comes out to yell at hus. "Ixburg sucks!" I shout, assuming there's a game going on right now.

Little kids come out and throw rocks at us. We take shelter in a non-existant frame of a shed just outside school grounds.

"So," I say to Lindsay, "Next time, you pick the setting."

Allegiant Little Kids. Scare Factor: 1 for banality.

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