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Dream Type- Normal

Was at the main shopping street in my town, except it was a varied version (one which I usually visit in dreams) of the street. By this I mean that it contained shops that aren't there in real life, other shops that are but are in different places and the angle of the street (it slopes downwards slightly) is much steeper. I often visit this street in my dreams, I refer to it as AltaJames (in reality the street is called James Street). Found the urge to order a burger at my favorite burger joint, however for some reason the cook wanted me to drive home before I could eat it. Once I had received my burger I instantly found myself outside my house, in the front seat of a car that I had never seen before. This of course did not seem odd to me.

Later in the dream I recall being at a stormy beach that had a long series of train lines running down it. At one point I had to carry something across the lines as a train approached and only just made it to the other side before the train rode past. It was here that I encountered a female friend of mine, someone who in reality had shown an interest in Lucid Dreaming. I proceeded to explain it to her, however I foolishly took no time to realize that I myself was dreaming and could had quickly done a reality check and became Lucid. Upon awakening this fact frustrated me greatly.

03.02.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was a prisoner in a dark circular stone room in a magical tower. In the centre there was some sort of glowing blue energy that allowed people to teleport to the entrance of the tower, but it wouldn't work for me. I don't remember the next part very well but I think I escaped with the help of some girl.

My cousin A was surfing on the beach.

I saw my cousin S on a news report. At first I didn't realise it was him and thought it was his brother A. He was really good and won the world championship (I saw this on the TV).

I was at the beath with my family and we met S, a friend of his and some other guy. I was very thirsty.

The dream shifted again and I was in a buss. M and T were behind me and wouldn't leave me alone. I think they were pinching me.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I'm in my bathroom, brushing my teeth before I go to bed. (It looks like my real bathroom)
As I exit the bathroom, I enter a corridor in some sort of castle. (Yeah... I don't live in a castle)
I know where my room is, so I keep going.
I take an elevator to the next floor.
As the doors open I walk onto a beach and I just keep heading on straight.
I recognize that I've been on this very beach twice in my recent dreams already and become lucid.

I plan on teleporting to Teraluna, but I notice a young women not far away, dancing on the beach in a kimono.
Usually I wouldn't care, but something felt odd about her, and I got the sudden urge to investigate.
I grab a handful of sand and start walking towards her, slowly letting the sand escape from my hand.
I'm right next to her, but she doesn't seem to notice me and keeps dancing.
Her outfit reminds me of what Yuna in FFX is wearing, though there are quite a few differences.
I guess that she's in her early 20's, probably a bit younger than I am.
She has long dark brown hair, moving about as she dances.

"Hi!"

I don't think she heard me.
I have the odd sensation that I somehow know her, but not really.
I raise my voice:

"Hello friend!"

"Oh, hello there!"

I wonder if she's a fellow dreamer, but I'm not really sure how to ask her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for inspiration for a story I'm writing"

"I see. Dreams are an awesome source of inspiration, aren't they?"

She stops dancing and looks a me surprised.

"You're a dreamer, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am!"

I want to ask her her name, but suddenly she says she's found something, takes off and flies away.
Huh?
I take off myself and try to follow her. She's flying fast, VERY fast, at one point I think that I cannot keep up, but a few moments later flying at that speed feels easy.
She lands in some city with old but beautiful buildings, I land right behind her.
The architecture is confusing the hell out of me though, it makes no sense, everything feels completely out of place.

"Hi again!"

She turns around, looks at me and seems shocked for a second.
I notice that I accidentally summoned my wings so I could match her speed.
They look a bit scary, being made of energy and flames.
I unsummon them.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

She keeps staring right past me, where my wings used to be, then she's suddenly gone.
I'm confused and try to look for her aura... nothing.

A few moments later I wake up.

I wa on the beach, again with a girl. It was summer but there was a strip of snow on the beach. I was taking some pictures of the snow and of here with the snow on the background.

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1/11/11
Nonlucid
I was waking up in a hotel bed. I didn’t know where I was but I was still sleepy and maybe I just needed to wake up a bit. I noticed a woman was in the room with me but was not seen. I looked outside the wide balcony window and saw a large beach. The beach was unusually wide from the shore back to the hotel where I was. It was so wide I could not see the waves for the bump of the beach’s overall shape. I saw a tall tower on the beach that looked like a scaffold covered in black clothe. There was a horn blast from the area like an air horn. I focused on the area more and my vision zoomed to the area much closer. There was another horn blast and a silver fireworks stream shot up into the sky not too high. The firework did a circle in the sky and then fell to the ground, several fireworks circled or spiraled up into the air like this as I watched. I remember hoping no one was hit by the falling still sparkling fireworks but they always fell between people.

Jan/4/2011
I was on the beach, standing on sand and I was very close to the water. It was beautifully hazy and the sky looked like it was a bluish-green mist overlapping the slow waves of the ocean. It wasn't particularly bright, but the haze had a glow. I looked at both of my hands checking to see if I'm in a dream and noticed an oddity about them, so I kept focusing almost going in and out of wakefulness as I was doing this reality testing with my hands... more than anything, I was fascinated, and I knew I was dreaming.
Even though I was caught up with the scenic view of the beach and my crazy hands, and didn't look around me, I knew that there were DV members around that I may have kept waiting for something they planned. It felt like they wanted to do something, or begin doing something, and waiting for me to be ready or be prepared, but I was too involved in comparing the image of my "dream" hands with my memory of my "real" hands and the beauty of the beach.

Dec/27/2010
Running right out of a restaurant that served Italian cuisine (I ate white and red pasta), I walked hurriedly into a room I've never been to before, it was a bedroom that belonged to a DV member.. and I don't know who it was other than a white young man, light brown hair wearing a white t-shirt/tank and was actually sleeping, even though it was daytime, noon or later. Me and my sibling came into his bedroom and disrupted his sleep, I don't know why, but we were in a hurry and looking for something and he may have had something to do with it, or so we thought. He sat up looking dazed and confused and asked sitting up, while still under covers, if he could just "please" go back to sleep. So I apologized for both of us and told him reassuringly that he can go back to sleep (he was in bed and we were siting on it, each on opposite sides). As he fell back to sleep, I noticed he had a gray lucid dreaming book (there was also another book there) at his headboard and near his pillow, I thought "Hey, an LD book I might like" and I commented about the fact that this guy knows lucid dreaming well. I opened the book and immediately noticed it was an old book from the smell of its pages and the way in which it was written which was a little dry. I said "Oh, it's one of those theoretical/experimental books. I don't want to read that kind of book." So I tossed it back into the headboard and said "let's go," got up and left the room.

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

Notes:
I seem to be more motivated to record my dreams when I'm in school. Holidays and weekends, less so.

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a balcony, overlooking some sort of Caribbean-style ocean, and the time appeared to be twilight. The ocean water was mint green and blue, getting darker as it radiated out towards the horizon. I knew the balcony was right where the ocean water hit the beach; if I were to look down, I would see the sand.

There was a square night table, probably only a foot high at most, which was made out of light wood, like oak. It wasn't polished and the edges were still sharp as if it hadn't been sanded down. It was basically slabs of wood that were shaped like a small table, but in my mind (at the time, anyways) it was normal. There was one large drawer in the front of it with a basic round handle, also made of unpolished wood. I pulled it out and saw a closed laptop. It was black with thin, white rubber grips on the sides, and a silver top. There was no logo on top, so I don't know what brand or type of laptop it was.

I put it on the short table, ignoring the fact that even though the drawer was still way open, I was sitting right in front of the table as if nothing was there. I didn't close the drawer at all, but instead just sat in front of the table and opened the laptop lid. There was no sliding mechanism; I just pulled it open, and immediately it opened to an iPhoto-like program, which definitely had an Apple-like air to it. The background was dark gray, and there was a cover flow sort of picture arrangement. At that moment, my mother had just appeared beside me, so I nudged over and let her look through them.

She clicked on one photo which enlarged it, and brought the cover flow to the bottom of the screen, making it smaller. It was a picture of her ex-boyfriend.

"Look!" she said, somewhat excited.

"Mom," I told her sternly. My mom's ex-boyfriend was an abusive jerk, and I knew this even in the dream.

She moved onto the next photograph, this time one with the two of them together, making funny faces.

"Mom! I don't want you looking through these fucking pictures of him on the computer." The word choice sounded very controlling, but it didn't occur to me in the dream that there was anything wrong with it.

She clicked on another photo, and I didn't get too good of a look at it; I simply looked at her again and pushed her a bit. "Mom! Did you hear what I fucking said? Delete them!"

That's all I remember.

january 6: in a motel setting but it appears very wealthy-like (almost feels like a hotel, but I know it's motel) the rooms all combined so there was a bathroom sink on a wall in the center of the room. Pat Frankenthal wanted to have some cake and mentioned it. sure enough I turned around and saw some cake in a pan on the sink of course. the cake was extremely soft, yet chewy but very delicious.

phase 2: In a car by alex vincents house with a kid and some goofy ass dude. He smokes a giant blunt filled with heroin or something he mentioned. the blunt is about normal sized by his mouth but the width of the end part is slightly smaller than a paint bucket (it was nuts). I got parnoid that cops were going to arrest me for hanging with the junkie, so I ran out of shotgun and ran to where it seemed like a ditch would be; the chrome bars that prevent people from falling were there. So I swung around the edge of the smooth chrome bar (which seemed new) and found myself a crumbly rock formation. I jumped backwards into what appeared to be a lake or ocean. the water was colored faded light blue. I then went for the beach and there were some people there.

Resistance and Arrest

I was running from the cops. I don't know what I did. I arrived at a school and ran in. A lot of my friends were there and my friend, Jon, was head of my security detail. The whole place was like a hidden hang out. I stayed and played pool for a while but then Jon yelled out that the cops were here and we had to get out. Everyone went to go fight but since i was priority, I exited through the back. Jon was yelling that they had tear gas. My friends were slowly losing the battle. I ran until I saw a creek. I jumped in, but it was only about knee high. I waded under a bridge and laid back so only my head was visible. I then watched some of the cops pass me by.

Rocks on the Beach (FRAG)

I was at this rock cliff side where there was a beach down below. I was with a girl that wasn't my girlfriend. We climbed our way down and started playing on the beach. I was barefoot and the rocks hurt my feet.

Good morning, everybody. Sunday mornin' and doin' my dumb laundry as I write this.

Dream #1

I was in a "spaceship" with my family. The spaceship was lit with a dim, amber light. The walls and floor were smooth and white. The interior was like some plastic-molded futuristic living room rather than a spaceship.

My mother said we were going to test out the spaceship, possibly just so my mom could show me how the thing worked. The ship now began blasting up into the air.

I was impressed by how little we felt any of the acceleration. Right next to me there was some kind of black vertical strip with a series of light-up green and red signals in it. I watched as the sign showed how high our spaceship was going. I was really impressed when we hit the "250K feet" signal, which to my mind meant we were in outer space.

I thought we were going to stop there. But we kept going. I wondered what the heck kind of "test" this was, if we were actually going all the way to the moon. But the signal showed us getting closer and closer to the moon at an unbelievable pace.

Before I knew it, the signal said we were really close to the moon. I put my eyes to some kind of periscope which served as our "window." The moon looked very clear, but still pretty far away. I looked back to the signal. I guess I had misread it. It had said we were approaching the moon. But now it said we were actually close to the moon.

I put my eyes to the periscope again. The moon was really close, apparently: so close, I could only see a small piece of it. But that part didn't look like the real moon. It looked like some kind of old-fashoned, black-and-white clip-art version of the moon.

I looked away, kind of disappointed, like I was never actually going to see the moon.

At this point, I kind of woke up. I had a half-awake, half-asleep fantasy in which my mom shut off all the lights in the spaceship and then activated some kind of screen all around us that showed us a view of the moon. It still didn't look like we were close to the moon. It just looked like an extreme close-up of the moon from a video shot on earth, on a really big TV screen.

Dream #2

Someone was holding a creature that was either a young child or a cat or both mixed together. The cat-baby had to leave the possession of the first person. I think it was going into the possession of my sister or a woman like my sister. (I saw all this from a low-angle view.)

The person handed the cat-baby off with some effort. The cat-baby held on with its claws and cried out, "No! No! I couldn't bear to be away from you."

The person laughed and said, "We'll see."

My sister felt guilt for making the cat-baby sad. But the cat-baby was already attaching to my sister, even while it was still crying that it couldn't bear to be away from the first person.

The cat-baby was now calming down. It told my sister, "You know, this isn't bad! I can deal with this after all!"

My sister laughed.

Dream #3

I walked up to a group like a family playing in some kind of park area that seemed to be near a beach. I must have known these people, as if they were my family in some way.

I knelt before some little boy who lay half-naked, wearing only a blue shirt (like the one I wear to bed). To my left was a big cliff of grey rock. We were on sand, and the sand extended about ten meters or so to my right. A lawn went to my left and forward about 100 meters, rolling down a slight slope, then ending in a long beach.

A woman (dressed in Victorian clothing? a white, frilly dress with a long, lacy skirt and a big hat?) and a couple other people (dressed in modern clothes) sat on the sand. Other people played on the grass and beach.

I was playing some game with the boy where I put my hand on his stomach. There was some kind of joke involved with this. It made me look like a dope and like I was the boy's slave. So the boy would always laugh at it.

But I suddenly realized I had to get going. I don't know where I had to go: maybe just back to my own house and life. The boy got upset when I stopped playing the game with him. He sat up on my knee. Somehow he looked half-human and half-animal. Maybe his eyes were all black.

I told him that I had to go, but that he'd always have the memory of the fun times we'd had together.

The little boy impetuously cried, "Well, what the hell good are you to me that way?"

Dream #4

I don't remember why, but a group of friends and I had to get to a certain part of some beach. I don't know exactly how we were traveling there.

It was more like my view was just skimming to the right over long stretches of beaches, water, and roads near beaches. And I never saw my friends. It was more like they were just voices in my head or some kind of narration.

My friends, who all sounded like young men and women having a good time together, were picking on one woman in particular who kept asking why we couldn't just go to any old part of this beach.

One of the friends said that we had made a plan to meet some specific person at this specific point at the beach. The person had even given the name of the point.

We were heading to some spot where it was like the beach turned off from the actual ocean and turned into something like a shore surrounding some offshoot of water from the ocean. The water barely moved. It looked clear, but it looked like there was a lot of green moss at the bottom.

I made some comment about "Bleach Beach."

One of the friends translated my statement for the girl that everybody had been joking with. He said, "He just made a joke that the reason why they call this place Bleach Beach is that the water here moves so slow and gathers so many germs that the only way it can be safe for people to swim here is by having a bunch of chlorine poured in. Just like a swimming pool."

For some reason, this was yet another proof that the girl was a dimwit for not having realized why we couldn't have just stopped at any other point on the beach.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

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

Notes:
I have no idea where this dream came from! It was very long and extremely clear.

I was in the food court of some mall. It was a larger room with normal-height ceilings, and was lit well. There were a few nice half-walls to divide up the room into smaller sections, which were then filled with square tables and chairs. The tables were fastened to the ground through thicker poles like in some restaurants, and the chairs were just the regular kind, like something you'd find in a cafeteria.

There were restaurants lining the walls, and I was situated in front of one of them. It was a fast food type of restaurant with lots of signs and menus against the back wall, and the counter was a few inches lower than it should have been. There were four women standing behind the counter; all four of them were dressed in a pale red t-shirt, and had a navy apron on. They also wore navy visors. One woman had blonde hair in a hairtie, and another had brown hair down to her shoulders. The other two had black hair - one's was straight, and the other's was curly. They looked between the ages of thirty and forty.

I became lucid when I looked at them, shouting "woohoo!" before calming down. I was lucid enough to be careful of overexcitement, even though I've never woken up from it before. Unfortunately, having forgotten about my current dream goal, I decided to mess around with the dream characters in the food court. I walked up to the counter of the restaurant with the four women and asked them, "how many of there are you?" as if I was very surprised, hoping to get an interesting response.

"I'm one," the first one said.
"I'm two," the second one said.
"I'm three," the third one said.
The fourth lady didn't answer, but instead a voice from inside the restaurant somewhere said, echoingly and omnipresently, "I'm six."

I raised my eyebrows and walked away, a bit humored.

Then, I began to walk towards a woman that was sitting down at a two-chair table by herself. She had dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders, and was wearing a light pink cashmere sweater, with sleeves that stopped at her arms. I leaned over, putting my elbows on the table, and held an imaginary microphone in my right hand, holding it out to her.

"You're not real."
"I know." The DC shrugged it off.
"What's it like to be a dream character?"
"It feels real to me."

"Great answer!" I exclaimed, though I was admittedly a bit disappointed in the reply.

I walked away, down the food court and past other restaurants and tables, and exited it, as if it were a store. I emerged into the atrium of a mall, and apparently I was on the second floor. There was a big hole in the middle, with the entrances to stores on the sides, like in some mall setups. There was a rather flat escalator leading down to the first floor, not as angled as a normal one. It was probably only at a 20 degree angle to the ground. I walked towards it and superjumped down, taking two jumps to get almost to the bottom. I then walked off the escalator, which turned out to not be moving. None of the DCs walking around the mall noticed.

I'd now lost my lucidity. About ten feet across from the escalator I'd just came down on, there was another escalator leading back up to the second floor. I ran up it, exerting hardly any energy to do so even though it wasn't moving either, and on this side of the mall the floor was flatter pink carpet - I was in the children's clothing section. I saw a 7- or 8-year old girl walking around with her father, but I ignored it.

The dream skipped, and now I found myself in the changeroom waiting area of the same section of the mall. This room was small, about five feet by five feet, and there was only one door leading to an actual changeroom. The walls were white. I was sitting on a lighter wooden bench; my dad was beside me. I became vaguely aware that I was dreaming so I got up, turned away from my dad (who was talking about something nonsensical), and told him to be quiet.

"So, the train is in the park," he said, and laughed loudly.
"Shut up!" I told him angrily.

I was trying to turn him into a plate of cookies, but his noise-making was ruining the effect.

After telling him to close his mouth a billion times, I got fed up. I groaned and looked at him, rolling my eyes in the process. "You suck."

The dream skipped again, and now I was outside, the time of day probably being in the afternoon. I was in a city, on a smaller grassy hill. There were normal, taller city buildings around me - apartments, condos, and nice large houses. At the bottom of the hill, which wasn't that steep, there was a relatively large burrow made of grey brick and stone. There was grass, some street lights, and a sidewalk on top of it. The entrance to the burrow was low and only two or three feet high, which made me a bit uncertain about going into it. I looked past the burrow, towards my left, and my gaze caught The Matrix's Morpheus and Trinity on a balcony of an apartment complex. The building was rectangular and rather normal looking, if such a thing existed in a dream. Trinity walked into the sliding doors of the apartment, but Morpheus spoke.

"Where are we going to meet?" he called.
"Under here," I said, continuing to look at him.
"Understreet, or underburrow?"

(There's no such thing as understreet or underburrow!)

"Under this burrow, dipshit."

I then proceeded to look away and bring my attention back to the burrow. I walked to the right and went down the hill a few paces, realizing there was a much larger entrance. I went inside and it was pretty dark, but the floor and walls of the cave (which were made of huge chunks of shiny, wet grey rock) reflected some light from the end of the burrow. It was more like a tunnel than anything else, yet it was only seven or eight feet long. There were some Korean or Chinese students in blue jeans and t-shirts who were taking pictures with Kodak cameras, but I walked past them and emerged from the burrow.

It was now night, and I had walked out onto a beach. The sand wasn't hilly, but pretty flat, and felt soft under my feet. At this time, I wasn't sure if I was wearing socks or shoes but I didn't care. I walked down the empty shore (except for the water and sand) for a little while and then came across a forty-foot high cliff made of dark brown rock. I stopped and looked out at the water, and then the moon, which was relatively glazed-over and hazy. The sky was dark navy with grey patches, as if there were low-hanging clouds.

I heard someone walking up to me. I looked and saw a small Asian girl, probably around the age of six or seven, coming towards me. She was wearing a plain, sleeveless, yellow-beige dress with accents of white half-circles lining the bottom of it. She held out a rounded rectangular bar of light pink soap, and I took it. It didn't feel slippery or, really, like soap. It just felt like a smooth stone, but not as heavy.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:00 GMT

Wrathful deities
A chase, confrontation with some wrathful deities. I escape some place through a narrow window and deliver something to someone.
(...)

05:35 GMT
Cookies and kids
One of my last days on some very nice sunny city. It’s already end of the day and when passing a street I find this amazing bakery selling traditional pastry from this country/city. There is a lady baking the cookies on some open kitchen and selling them directly to the passer-by. Because these cookies are so famous, you have to get a numbered ticket and wait ages for your turn. I see my number and the amount of people waiting and I decide it’s not worth it, but then the baker tells all the other people to wait because she will take my order first. Really? Why? The other customers are not happy about it... It’s really hard to choose the best cakes and cookies so I ask for two of each, hoping they will still be ok in a few days when I get back home. Some cookies are still being baked and I have to wait a bit. Meanwhile I am allowed to enter the kitchen and I start talking to some ladies working there and I help them with some tiding up of the place. They have some old food in the fridge and I throw it away. Then they kick me out, because apparently they have to bake a huge load of cookies for a kid’s excursion next day.
On the next day me and my BF join this excursion and help take care of the kids. We go in groups in vans and we stop at a parking lot in front of the ocean. The kids are being taken to the beach. For a brief moment I wonder how we got into this? I don’t feel like taking care of dozens of kids all day. I then have this underlying feeling that I’m not obliged to actually do it – I’m half aware this is a dream - so I turn around to see what else is there to do. I see a green hill with a zig zag earthen path going up, flanked by Buddha’s statues of different sizes. I tell my BF “Let’s go there:”, but he won’t turn his back on the kids, because he doesn’t have this intuition it’s a dream. Divided between two dreams, I wake up.

08:00 GMT

Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans
At some bookshop I see a magazine, like Times, with a cover story on Tibetan Buddhism and it has pages and pages with amazing photos of teachers and famous practitioners and incredible Himalayan landscapes. I so want to buy it. On the cover it says £2, but I ask the cashier how much it costs in EUR. She tells me it’s 8000 something EUR and I LMAO. I ask “Are you nuts? It’s like 2.5 EUR.” And she replies that it’s not a simple conversion of prices, there are taxes and whatever. I still say “Are you aware of how much is 8000 EUR? Even if you’d say 8 EUR, it would be too expensive! Can you please just pass the mag under your bar code scanner to check the price?” But she says no and that she will call a colleague to ask. I’m about to give up. She comes back and tells me “If you come after 20h, when we’re closing, we can make a 50% discount on the mag, it would only cost 4000 EUR”. I say nevermind and start realizing this must be a dream.
Then the store becomes a bus and I think “Hum, why don’t I just materialize a lot of cash to pay for the stupid mag, just for fun?”, so I visualize I put my hand in my pocket and come out with 10000 EUR in cash. There’s someone by my side, not sure if still the same lady, surprised that I can do that and I say “Oh yeah, it’s just dream money. How much do you want? Just say it and I’ll make it appear.” But then my pockets are also filled with crumbles from cookies and lots of dirt. I empty them to find out what more is there, but then realize I’m wasting my precious lucid time. As I walk to the front of the bus I throw everything on the floor – money, magazine, bag, even a coat and I feel so light. The bus driver doesn’t know what I want to do, I smile and I cross the windshield – he and other passengers freak out. I lift of and fly high to see where I am. I see a road ahead of me, flanked by houses, up above a beautiful blue sky, down below a sea or a lake to my left and green hills to my right. I see a gate for what seems to be an amazing property with a park and decide it’s a good place to sit and meditate. But when I arrive there I see families with noisy kids all around. Oh well, I’ll have to endure. I look for a green spot to sit, but then all of the ground is muddy and uninviting. I recall my need not to drift or feel discouraged. I focus on the Buddha. I don’t visualize the Buddha image, but I sense Buddha’s presence and hold on to it. Then I find a covered passageway between two houses and in the middle of it there’s an amazing tower-like covered veranda with a central low pedestal with a base to sit on which is perfect. I sit there and it has a view over the whole park and the sea in the distance. The sun is setting and beautiful golden shades reflect on the water. But I realise all this is also distraction and as I am getting lost on it, I feel myself waking up. I hold on to the dream and I slide back in. I try to visualize the Buddha, but it’s not working. I feel myself waking up again, but I still hold on and slide back in. This time in front of me is my black kitten hugging another yellow kitten and I find it extremely sweet, but remember I must stay focused. Not trying to visualize the Buddha anymore, I instead try to just feel the Buddha’s presence more strongly. I do and then imagine that this presence becomes a ball of light that enters my body through my crown chakra. I feel a very powerful effect, like a force field around my head. I start to hover, feeling this amazing radiant light coming out of my chest, but then I see again all these people on the park, playing ball and whatever and this slight distraction was enough to call it off. I start to wake up again but slide back in one last time. Now I try again to really see the Buddha, so I summon the Buddha and wish that he is there on my back when I turn around. I turn around and there’s this round faced oriental looking teenager, who looks just like a Buddha, but he is wearing jeans and a checkered shirt. He looks just like he is just another kid in the park, but very lonely. He looks bored and just sits on a tree log watching the others playing. I’m like “WTF? Not what I had in mind.” The sun is setting and people are then leaving the park. Some lady comes with a couple of other teenagers and tells them to keep the Buddha-boy company. They look extremely bored by that, they don’t feel like baby-sitting. But then the Buddha-boy tells them not to worry, because he won’t be any burden to them. He’ll either stay quiet if they want or just be as interesting as they want. The other kids feel bad for their first reaction, ‘cause they feel he is actually not that lame and they tell him they are actually not that cool to hang around either. Then the Buddha-boy says “Then I’m sure we’ll get along, ‘cause I am myself a dick.” And they all laugh. I watch them leaving and I wake up.

9:15 GMT

Good morning everybody. I remember three really short dreams from last night. They were all from after 2 AM. I had coffee last night and couldn't fall asleep until 2 AM.

The third dream was pretty much all lucid, even though it was short.

Dream #1

I walked through some room toward a staircase. The staircase was just past a doorway and was part of some slightly larger hallway, like for a small apartment building.

The room I was in was something like a mix between a living room and a small apartment lobby.

I had to maneuver a little bit past some kids who were rough housing with each other right in front of the doorway to the hallway. There were boys and girls, probably in their early teens or just a little younger. Their parents stood nearby. I thought the kids were funny, and they looked like they were having fun.

I wallked into the hallway and turned toward the staircase. A group of kids ran just in front of me, blocking me from the staircase. The began wrestling and rough housing with each other. I thought they were pretty funny. I just waited for their rough housing to pass.

But then I remembered that the parents were in the doorway, watching the kids. I thought that the parents would think I was weird for hanging around and watching the kids. I decided to get moving. I tried to edge past the kids. It was really difficult, because there were so many kids, and the hallway was so small.

Dream #2

I was in "my bed," in "my bedroom," which was a lot like my bedroom in waking life, except messy. My lights were on.

I was laying face-down on my bed. I was thinking bad thoughts about God. For some reason, I was really angry at God. The more I cursed him, the more amusing I found the activity.

Eventually my legs began levitating off the bed. I wasn't controlling it, but I thought I might be able to. My legs lifted higher and higher until my body was almost perpendicular to the bed, with my head on the bed.

At some point, I noticed little specks of dirt or something black all over my bed. There were also hairs or cotton fibers, also colored black, all over my bed.

I started trying to blow all the dust and dirt and hair off my bed. Some of it would blow away. But there was so much. I wondered how I could have let my bed get so dirty.

Dream #3

I was in "my bedroom" at night. I was crouched down on the floor, possibly naked, with my knees to my chest. The bedroom lights were off, but I could see by the purplish evening light.

I told myself that this wasn't actually my bedroom. That seemed pretty obvious. I told myself I was dreaming.

As soon as I told myself this, I had a false awakening and sat up on "my bed." But I was still lucid.

I stood out of the bed and told myself to remain calm. I figured I would walk out of the house and see what was around. The house seemed like a suburban house.

I was heading for the front door. But suddenly I thought, Why should I exit through the door? If I'm in a dream, I should be able to leave the house any way I want.

So I decided to walk through a wall. I turned right, into another room, possibly another bedroom. I walked straight up to the wall, which had a window on it that started at about my chest.

I thought I might climb up onto the windowsill and walk through the window. But I figured I didn't need to go throgh the trouble. Walking through a wall and walking through a window were basically the same thing.

I began to walk through the wall. It seemed pretty easy. But suddenly I saw a bright light. I felt like something was resisting. I got kind of mad, and I pushed really hard through the resistance.

I'm pretty sure I lost lucidity at this point. I fell past the wall and fell a couple stories down to the ground. I think that as I fell, I was telling myself, Oh well, I guess I woke up from that dream.

I sat up. It was daytime. I "had awoken from my dream." To my right was a red brick wall. To my left was a beach, possibly like Coney Island. The sky was deep blue and the light was dim, almost as if I were looking at an old film.

Scamming
Non-Lucid
I am on a beach in a small bay. Its fairly hot, and extremely sunny. Families with children are scattered about and teens are playing frisbee to my left. To my right is the ocean. Across the bay, there is another beach with more families, and at the top of the beach, there is a small building with large windows, though I can't see into them. Beside the building there is a parking lot with really nice cars.
Jump
A DC child approaches me, and I ask him what's in that building on the other side of the bay. He tells me the 'Scammers' are on the other side, and that I should go and check it out. I'm wary of these 'Scammers' but go to check it out anyway. I walk down the beach and into the water. There are several families swimming around, I avoid bumping into the playing children, and climb up onto the sand on the other side of they bay. I approach the building and go inside. There are double doors, exactly like one of the side entrances to my old highschool (Another reason to be cautious about this place ) I pass a front desk, which the attendant is either missing or is not paying attention because I am not stopped. I walk down the main hallway and see a large room full of well dressed college age kids listening to someone give some kind of lecture. I slide in the back of the room and sit down to listen for a bit. There are diagrams of robot vacuum cleaners drawn up on a chalkboard, beside the diagrams are paragraphs of information, stats, and features of the individual models. Some kid asks a question about the sensing unit on the vacuum they're talking about, and it had something to do with crystals. [Things get hazy here] There is something later about a pool cleaner robot that looks like a red dragon on wheels with a clear belly where debris is stored and bristles on it's mouth for cleaning corners. I get up and leave the class and begin walking around the halls. There is something going on about a stolen memory chip. I see the person who stole it running down the hall, and around the corner. Following closely behind is 2-3 security guards yelling for him to stop. Somehow he is killed or knocked unconscious, and I am alone in a supply closet or possibly an elevator with his body. I check his pockets and find the memory chip as well as a Walther P.99. I pocket the pistol, but keep the chip in my hand. I wander around looking for the exit, and find a restricted area. Of course I enter the restricted area. I walk down the now narrow corridors watching for security cameras, still holding the stolen chip in my hand, with the pistol now in the other. I come up to a secretary desk, and standing around it is older versions of the college humor staff (LOL) Pat, Amir, Sarah, and Jake are all talking, and greet me when I approach. I notice that Jake has long white hair, and is sitting in a wheelchair. I hear a woman shouting. They're looking for me and the chip again. A DC (A girl I used to work with, Brittany) runs up to me and tells me that I have to hand over the chip. I raise my pistol and put it to the chip. I've got a hostage now. The data on the chip is apparently worth quite a bit to them, so I figure this is a good way to get out. I start walking backwards towards the exit with the chip still held hostage, all the while Brittany is trying to get me to hand it over, walk away, etc. We get outside and stand in the parking lot. Brittany points to a car and offers to do something with it, (Maybe supe it up so I can escape with my life or something like that) if I just hand the chip over. She points to a car that sort of looks like mine, I figure she thinks it is mine, but I tell her that's not even my car. She thinks I'm trying to trick her, but it's really not my car. (It was pretty crappy) I wake up.

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.