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Dream #1

I was standing out in some kind of open, desert-like plain. I stood with a woman, possibly my mother. We looked up into the air and saw a space shuttle lifting off -- all by itself, and with no exhaust.

My mom and I may have been talking about the shuttle. The shuttle then did a loop, somehow flipping around so that it was also upside down when it returned to its original point. I knew that this meant something was wrong with the shuttle. The shuttle then fell and crashed into the ground, topside first, not too far away from us.

For some reason, something in particular struck me about the back, top fin of the shuttle. I think I was surprised that the shuttle had crashed into the ground, but that the back fin was still intact and erect. The shuttle was smashed in other places and was overall covered in red soil and dust.

I saw inside the shuttle. Some woman who was apparently my mom's friend, but who actually looked like LP, a friend of my friend H, was the only person in the shuttle. She was older looking, kind overweight, with frizzy-curly grey-blonde hair. She wore a greenish t-shirt.

The woman was buckled by both shoulders into the pilot's seat. She looked a little exhausted, more like she had run a long race than like she had just been in a shuttle crash. We'd thought she was dead. But it was now like she was fine.

She herself was apparently worried that she wouldn't be able to fly the shuttle again. But apparently the shuttle wasn't completely wrecked, and it would be able to fly again.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom in my old friend R's apartment, with my friend R. My friend R reclined on his bed. I either stood or sat on the floor on the side and near the foot of the bed. On the other side of the bed there was a wall-height, wall-length window. On the other side of the window was a wide staircase that ran down the side of the wall. It was night outside, and there was just a dim incandescent light in R's bedroom.

R seemed to be talking on the phone. But he was also talking to me. It was like we had had a pretty nice conversation about some slightly intellectual subject familiar to us both. But apparently I was also getting ready to leave. R asked me if I was coming back to his apartment later on to have dinner with him. I told him yes, but I don't think I was really planning to come back.

Dream #3

I was in my boss' bedroom. All the lights were turned off. My boss was in bed. I stood right next to the bed, although I feel like I may actually have been very short, as short as if I had actually been sitting by his bed. I may also have been doing stuff like packing clothes into a suitcase.

My boss asked me if I'd be coming back to work after a certain amount of time, possibly a few weeks or a few months. I told my boss sure, that I'd be back. But I really didn't think I'd come back, and I kind of hoped I didn't get sucked back into everything.

Dream #4

I was in a subway car, kind of like the car of a 3-train, with the silvery-reflective walls and green-white fluorescent light. The car was only moderately full of people, and I felt like I was with a couple of friends, maybe younger girls. I was standing, standing-swinging from one of the horizontal bars over the seats, with my back toward the seats.

As I swung, I sang "My Heart Draws a Dream," by L'Arc en Ciel. I could hear myself very clearly as I sang. It felt really good to sing.

But then Hyde from L'Arc en Ciel stood up from a seat across the aisle from me and walked up to me. I may have stopped singing for a moment. I felt bad for singing in front of Hyde. I obviously wasn't as good as him. I didn't want him to think I was making fun of him by singing his songs.

But Hyde just smiled gently at me. Somehow his looks implied that he was listening to me patiently, almost like a parent might give an interested face while his child sang him a song. So I may have started singing again. But now the song sounded just like the L'Arc en Ciel song, as if I weren't singing, but the song were being played from somewhere.

Dream #5

I was in a dark bar. The bar was so dark that the bar and the wall behind the wall all seemed to be just as black as the shadows. There was like coming from some area on or behind the countertop, and the bottles and mirror were lit as well, so that these things were all a gently bright, incandescent white.

A woman stood behind the bar, and another woman sat in front of the bar. This bar was apparently a karaoke bar. I was already singing a song, even though I don't think I held a mic. I thought the song I was singing was a Bob Dylan song. But it was actually the L'Arc en Ciel song "Bless."

The woman sitting at the bar asked me if it was difficult to sing this song. I said, "No. I know these lyrics pretty well. I'm a big fan of this Bob Dylan song."

The song hit the instrumental part, and suddenly I felt like I wasn't familiar with the song at all. But right before the chorus was about to start up again, I remembered how it all went. But, as I sang, I may have been singing along with the actual song, instead of a karaoke version of the song. At this point I may have realized I wasn't singing Bob Dylan.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom with a small, skinny monkey. I was going to have to take care of the monkey for a long time.

The monkey was playing around on a bed. There may have been two beds in the room. The bed the monkey was playing on had nothing but a white sheet over the mattress.

I went over to the space between and just past the feet or heads of the beds. I knelt or lay down on the floor, in kind of weird, awkward ways Sometimes my knees were folded under my stomach while my stomach was nearly parallel with the ground. Other times my legs were stretched out in a crooked way while my torso was twisted and diagonal to the floor.

I unbuttoned my shirt. I was planning to take my shirt off altogether, for some reason. It may have been because I needed to take a shower. Or it may have been a part of the "monkey training." But I told myself I needed to be careful.

Apparently it was known that when monkeys first see humans with no shirts on, they take it as a sign of aggression. So I could only gradually reveal my chest to the monkey. I could do this either by slowly removing my shirt or by only gradually turning toward the monkey once my shirt was off.

But as I was thinking about this (I may also have been wearing a heavy jacket over my shirt), the monkey came up to me. He crawled up onto my chest and approached my left (?) nipple. The monkey was going to try breast feeding from me.

Dream #2

I was in a house with my mom and my sister. I stood or sat between two rooms. One room was more like a bedroom. It was dark blue. I don't know what the other room was. My mom sat in the other room. Somewhere, in one of the rooms, was a beige SUV, which was the family vehicle.

My mom told my sister that the kids (my nephews) needed picking up. My mom thought my sister would pick up the kids. But my sister now said she wasn't going to do it. She'd thought my mom was going to do it. My sister basically flatly refused to pick up the kids.

But my mom then mentioned something fun that had to be done once the kids were picked up. This was why she'd asked my sister to pick up the kids in the first place. My sister now said she was going to pick up the kids. It was now like she was refusing to let anybody else go pick up the kids. She may even have refused to let anybody else come with her on the ride.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I stood before my closet hallway. There were a lot of boxes in there. I had a lightbulb box in my hand. It was empty, so I figured I'd just throw it out to make space.

There were some other boxes in there, possibly including a box for diapers. I threw them out, too. Suddenly I had only one box in my closet. It was the only box that had anything in it. It was white cardboard.

I thought I could start stacking stuff up on this box. But I was a little afraid to. The box looked a little dirty, like it had bugs crawling on it. I didn't want to put more stuff on this box and get everything else all buggy.

Dream #2

I was in the gift shop for a museum. The man there basically owned and ran the gift shop. The gift shop was closing down, and a lot of its shelves were empty. I remember one particular wall of light-beige wood shelves that were completely empty. The walls behind the shelves were grey, like a dark concrete or cinder.

The owner came up and smiled at me. He was white, bald, with a grey-white mustache and a kind of friendly look. He also seemed to be a little bit muscular. He spoke to me in some friendly way about some of the discounts he had throughout the store.

I was now alone in the store. I somehow heard my boss talking with a woman, or possibly with a woman and a man. I had apparently left my job for good. This had been somehwat planned. But now my boss was being urged to get me back. My boss was told that I should try to be tricked into believing that I was actually obliged to stay on for two more weeks.

As I heard this stuff, I had kind of been floating around on my back throughout the store. I had floated up high for a little while. But now I was floating at about the level of the checkout counter.

I looked at the green, digital numbers on the display of the tan, plastic cash register. They said "4-17." I knew that meant that today was April 17th. This was, I thought, about two weeks before I was scheduled to leave work. But I really didn't want to have to go back to my office, and I was trying to think whether this story these people would be feeding me about how I needed to go back was actually true.

Dream #3

I woke up. The lights were on in my room. My eyes were really blurry. But, I knew, because of my half-sleeping condition, I could see things that I normally wouldn't see.

I looked at my walls. There were black spots all around the room, at about waist height. The spots were set in pairs, and the pairs were spaced with about one meter intervals. The pairs of spots were set so that two spots were right next to each other, one set up a little diagonally to the other. The black spots were little spy cameras.

Up near the top of the wall were much more widely spaced, much bigger devices, which may have been colored like rusty metal. They looked like small versions of the horns for old phonographs.

I knew people were spying on me by using all this stuff. But I didn't know who was spying on me. There was suddenly a high-pitched ringing in my ears. It got more and more intense.

I had a dream about my next-door-neighbours, i was in their house, the bloke was shouting as if he was really angry at me for something then he stormed off and shut the door, ((they were in one room and i was in the next room)) There was a little triangular window in their door so i creapt up to it and peered through, i could see a wooden table and chairs and the bloke and his mrs were talking about something. The bloke was very very angry, i remember something about "breaking" ((not sure if i broke something or if they did)) The bloke kept shouting at me, i remember thinking he was going to kill me because of how mad he was.

Lucid dream

Ok so i woke up about 3 am, i kept my eyes closed and didn't move and i got the buzzing and slight twisting feel, anyway i woke up ((FA)) i thought "ahh never mind maybe i'll do it next time" i decided i'll go to the loo and get a drink, anyway i got out of bed and my hubby's hand tried to grab me i thought "thats weird, i thought he was fast asleep" anyway i thought nothing of it and walked to my door to reach the landing light and turn it on, i felt for the switch and "clicked" it and NO LIGHT!!! at that moment i thought "I must be dreaming" i thought "ok ill try the girls light and see if that works" so i leant across trying to reach their light but before i did i felt someones fingers tickle the top of my head and a scary noise at the same time like a "woohhh" sounds at that moment i thought "ohh god, this IS a dream" still a little un-nerved from the fingers that touched my head i panicked and rushed to the side of my bed, i looked at the floor and thought "i need a hole in the floor to teleport myself somewhere else, to a nice place" i watched waiting for something to appear but nothing ((i thought if i just thought about it it would happen)). Anyway i then made myself away from the bed, i walked towards the open wardrobe we have, my sight had gone a little fuzzy and blurred again now but i remembered from reading on here how to fix it so i rubbed my hands together and said "clarity now!" OMG it worked...my sight got alot clearer and it was like a light came from somewhere making it brighter and my vision was clearer yet still a little hazy. I then touched the bedroom wall ((i could actually feel the paper)) i remembered peeps on here have said to do that as it helps stabilise your dream, my vision got hazy again and i woke up but OMG I done it after about 2 years of trying, now i need to work on staying calm, the fingers on the head really freaked me out though LOL.

Being able to controll a dream and not having a horrific experience is so amazing, i have achieved this a few times but not many, the other lucids i have had i have not had much controll in them and i always have the bloody grimreaper out to get me LOL

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a small, tight bedroom with three old, white men and one young, black man. I was sitting in a metal-framed dining chair. One old man sat to my right. Another old man sat to my left. The third old man and the young man stood off to my left, near the foot of the bed. My vision was largerly focused inward and downward, really close to my body.

The three old men were very rich. The young man and I were talking about working on a number of different projects for a company. There were at least three projects. The young man said that we should focus on the project that was something like an award ceremony, possibly for one key performer.

I kind of felt like this wasn't the right thing for us to be focusing on. The other two projects were more administrative. They actually dealt with problems, and they actually needed work.

My vision kind of drifted off, down really close to the floor and then toward an empty closet with open doors. I also had visions of photographs, like snapshots being laid one on top of the other, like in some TV show or commercial about traveling. Most of the snapshots had white borders, but some had pink borders. The photos may have been related to the projects the young man and I were discussing.

My vision came back to my body. I dropped photos on the floor. I stood up and then bent over at the waist, with straight legs, to grab the photos. I basically shoved my rear end in the face of the old man to my right. I could see my back side. I was kind of old and flabby somehow, and I was wearing slacks that were really nice but kind of baggy. Somehow I could also see my butt through the pants.

I sat down. The guy to my right was now acting really excited and nervous. We were all trying to talk about something, but the old man to my right was really too distracted to do so.

The young man somehow let me know that when I had shoved my rear end in the old man's face, I'd really turned him on. Now the old man couldn't think about anything other than having sex with me.

The young man let me know that I'd probably end up having to have sex with the old man now, if we wanted to get anything done with our business. The young man said, "Don't worry. I've had to do it before, too."

I was in my bed beside my Husband and i got that horrible feeling, something was trying to lift me up and get me, it grabbed my arms, i tried to wake up but couldn't i was thinking to myself please god let me wake up , i was very scared then i woke up (( well at least i thought i did)) I grabbed onto my husband thinking OMG what a dream i hate them ones then i sat up and said to my Husband "im not going back to sleep because i'll have another dream like that again" I grabbed onto my husband because i was so scared and then something tried to pull me from him again I knew then that i was still asleep. I then woke up again , my eldest daughter came into our room holding 4 cups of tea, one was for me and kev, i did at this point wonder to myself "whats she doing up at this time in the early morning", i could hear a mans faint voice and i said to her " are you on your own" ((i knew she shouldnt have had any one with her)) my husband then said "Dad's with her" i then thought but your Dads dead then said "ohh shit i'm still dreaming" I lay back down and thought maybee ill wake up in real life now ((but ohhh no that would be far too easy wouldnt it)) Instead i wake up in my bed again, it was lighter and i could hear the birds singing as the window was open, i couldn't move for a minute then i turned to my hubby and said "am i awake" I couldn't move my mouth properly so it came out more like a blarbly mess, my hubby then said as he lay asleep "i don't know" and carried on snooring, i felt my head throbbing as it sometimes does and though am i awake or asleep then i felt myself being pulled upward thats when i thought "ohh shit i still aint awake". I managed to force my real eyes open but was very tired and sleepy, i thought i must be awake this time and got up and got a drink and to clear my head which it did, never had a weird night like it before!!

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:
This week at school, I was using the school computers to make a powerpoint presentation for my Chemistry class. I finished a few of the slides on Monday and saved the file. Then I opened up the file on another computer and finished the rest of the presentation. When I went to present it yesterday for class, instead of giving me the finished version of the file, it gave me the version with only the first few slides. I didn't know how this happened and even now I don't know. This must have been the reason for the following dream.

A very short dream. I was my room, sitting on a plush, red, cube-shaped chair at my desk. The desk was fairly deep, black-stained wood, with metal handles for the two drawers on the left-hand side. My silver macbook pro was sitting on the center of the desk, and my printer was on the back left corner. Unlike in real life, there were no posters on the beige walls where the desk was positioned. There was no lamp, or photos... It was empty. There was nothing on the floor, either. The lighting in the room was a bit dim and moody.

I turned to the left, facing the door to my room. I expected the principal of my school to walk in at any moment. However, she was already in the room; she was sitting on a regular fold-out plastic and metal chair.

"Finally, you're here," I told her, completely ignoring how I'd been waiting for her to arrive despite the fact she was already in my bedroom. "I've been having problems with my files at school. You have to call the I.T. guys to come over here and see what the problem is."

That's all I remember.

I had a weird experience of having two dreams in one, with one dream happening while the other was being told as some sort of folk lore story, which I was able to visualize while the dream was happening, really different for me
The folklore story being told to me throughout the dream was about a man who would smash other people's right hands with a hammer. One day, this man's right hand got smashed by someone else, and he never, EVER slept again. Thrilling, I know

The rest of the dream was a bit weird. I woke up in my bed, (if I made RC's a force of habit every time I woke up I would have realised it was a dream!) I rolled over on my side and sat up, pulling my eye mask up from my face. There was lots of day light, and my dad woke me up by trying to clean my room. He was digging through a pile of stuff which was where my computer chair was supposed to be, and at one point he threw a stick of bamboo at me.

He said 'We need to clean up this pig sty.' I disagreed, telling him it was only desk clutter making it look dirty. I took a look around my room, and it seemed perfectly.. normal for a dream. My clothes were piled up where they were supposed to be, snuggie on my dresser, books and assorted mess on my table. I find it odd that I actually conciously surveyed my environment and didn't find anything wrong with it, at least my awareness is kicking in!

A girl who I met at a party a couple of days ago was texting me, she was relatively boring but I kept talking to her. I used both my phone to text her and then got on msn on my computer and kept talking to her. I sat in my computer chair playing with an LED down light. It was like a faded yellow block of plastic, with an LED in the middle. I remember looking at the LED and noticing it looked more like a yellow lightbulb, but when I turned it around it definitely shone white light in my eyes. I even noticed it wasn't plugged into anything, and didn't think anything odd of it. Dream ends around here.

Again, just snippets, and I'm not sure if I got them in the right order or not. Well, now that I am writing out the snippets, they're a bit longer than snippets.


Sleep. I am in the washroom at my house. I flash to the bus station at my mall and remember having a character in a Rock Band game, but I cannot remember her username or password. A screen appears in front of me (covering most of my vision) and says it is “Leopold12” (or something along those lines― I don't quite remember it clearly). Then, I appear back in the bathroom and my mom calls me from my room, asking me to sort through some pills. I tell her that some of them are beads; however, I do my best to find their pill containers (that is to say, I don't find any pill containers with a match).

Once in the bathroom again, I remember looking at the toilet and wondering what sort of monster could bear to live in a toilet, for it would be unpleasant to have control of any of the five senses.

Then I return to my room, and the radio is on, telling me about a trivia world championship hosted by my current English teacher. One of my friends, Joe, and his parents are on that team, and they will be flying to a city in the north end of Japan

Sometime after this, I am a round puffball. I am either red, yellow, or green ― I cannot remember ― and I am rolling down a snowy ski slope with two other puffballs (who are each the colours that I am not). We dislike moguls because they make us bounce and we don't like big falls. After hitting a bump and going flying, we're on the final stretch. However, the snow has melted here and it's all slushy, and I have to run instead. One of the puffballs races ahead of me, saying something about a Hazara*, and then the second one passes me just at the finish line, so I lose.

Afterwards, I think I'm human again. I'm told that I've spent too much time on leisure and that there is going to be a “work dollop,” or something like that. It's hard to hear this man, because he speaks like there was gloop in his mouth. He and this other man have a discussion about whether education hours and leisure hours can be combined; for example, one might like reading for pleasure, and reading is educational. Gloop Man disagrees, saying that reading is bad and that it should be discouraged as much as possible.

Then I am flipping through Fahrenheit 451**, trying to find Gloop's words to use as a quotation in my ISU project, but I can't find it. Wake.


*I'm reading The Kite Runner in school, so this isn't entirely random
** Another book I am reading for school

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with my old friend R in "his bedroom," which looked more like a college dorm. I sat on the floor. The carpet was red. The room was small. The walls seemed to be covered in shelves full of books and CDs. There may have been pieces of fabric hanging from the walls and ceiling, with some kind of hippie designs. To my right I could possibly see a small doorway leading to a bathroom and a kitchen.

R was standing by the door, like he had come to the apartment just now. We were listening to some new music which he wanted me to hear. It might not have sounded very interesting to me. But at one point there was an electric sound that R pointed out as sounding like the high, spooky notes in a David Bowie song.

I agreed with R, but I couldn't remember the name of the David Bowie song. But I couldn't let it go. It was one of my favorite songs, so I needed to remember it. Suddenly I had one of the images in my head, the pinkish, electric image of the clown walking in the barren landscape. That helped me. I said, "Ashes to Ashes!"

R thought that was correct. But just to check he said he would turn on his David Bowie CD to see. We were now over at a niche in the wall which held another shelf, on which was a kind of big, old, clunky looking CD player, surrounded by tons of CDs. I still sat on the floor, now in front of something like a red table.

R took a CD case for a double-CD album. The case was paper and all white, with fancy, silver cursive on the front. The CD was apparently something like a best of David Bowie collection.

R played the CD. But where he had started the CD, possibly right in the middle of the album, a Japanese song started playing. R asked who this was. I told him it was Mr. Children, and that they were really good. But I may have stood up and changed to the next song. I wanted to get away from the Mr. Children song, possibly because I didn't feel like we had time to listen to it. I really wanted to hear the David Bowie song.

Flying and Phone Messages
Method DILD (absurdity, false awakenings)
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control B
Earliest recall is a false awakening. The buzzing vibration of my phone wakes me up. I listen to the buzzing, waiting for the alarm music to start but it doesn't. Instead the message beep sounds. So I roll over and look. Yup, the red message light is blinking. I grab the phone and look at the message. It's a text from my roommate. It says something like:

some whiskey here
coming in soon?

I struggle to understand what that means. I start to think I might be dreaming. I look around my room. Yes, it looks like my room in very dim morning light. But wait, then someone walks into my room. It's not my roommate and he would have knocked first. This person is a man in a white dress shirt, black tie, and black slacks. He is short and skinny. Who is that? I must be dreaming.

My lucidity isn't very strong. I still doubt I am dreaming so I feel the urge to prove it. So I jump out the window. I phase right through the blinds and glass. Outside, I start to fall in a gradual arc, like I'm magically slowing my fall by hovering. OK, I'm convinced that I'm dreaming. I look down and allow myself to fall. It's night. Below me is the city street and I see the flashing lights of police cars. I dive headfirst all the way down to the pavement. I don't feel anything when I hit the ground. I can still see for a few moments after. I see what looks like a smashed melon next to me with juice splattered around it. Then I close my eyes.

False awakening. Once again, I hear my phone buzz and see the red blinking light. I reach and grab but don't yet look at it. I look around the room to determine if I am dreaming. First I notice some strange decorative panels on my door. Then I notice the window blinds are oriented wrong and the window itself is wider than normal. I am definitely still dreaming. I jump out the window again. This time I fly up over the city rooftops, still holding my phone.

It's mostly dark, almost morning. I fly around a bit and land on a rooftop. Near me, I overhear two people talking. It sounds like a young girl and a guy. They are talking something about a hotel and phone sex hotline. I feel awkward eavesdropping on that conversation. I look at my phone and open the message. The phone's display is strange and it's hard to read the message. It's a long URL that only partially fits on the screen. I try to scroll left and right to see it but my phone is not cooperating. I remember the link contained the words "yOur" and "/Jennifer/". Not sure what any of that is supposed to mean.

I decide to forget about the phone and do something else. I fly around the city a bit. The sun is starting to rise and the sky is turning orange. It's pretty. I land on the street and walk into a restaurant. In the dream I seem to think this is a familiar place, but in retrospect it's not. Anyway, I walk in and it's a nice restaurant and bar. It's mostly empty, like the restaurant has just opened and it's just the staff hanging out. Around the bar are 3 people. One is a guy who seems to be a waiter and the other two are women. One is standing -- she seems to be the bartender. The other is sitting -- maybe a customer. They both have red hair and I find this attractive. I sit and talk to the bartender, not paying much attention to the other woman or the guy. After not so much talking, the bartender takes off her clothes and gives me a lap dance. At some point, as I'm trying to take the situation further, I close my eyes.

False awakening. Yet again my phone buzzes and blinks. I pick it up again and look around the room for dreamsigns. I see the same dreamsign of my window blinds. Yes, still dreaming. I jump out the window again and fly up to a rooftop.

On the roof, there is a small garden with a flowerbed and about a dozen pigeons. I walk toward the birds, expecting them to fly away all at once. I hear a woman's voice say "Oh those birds are like insects. They will get you fucked up." Wait, is she talking about drugs? Whatever, I ignore it. Sure enough, the birds all fly off and I stand in the middle of the flowers. I look at my phone and open the message. This time it's an image. The image is a picture of a flower bed, just like the one I am standing in. Except the picture is a painting, like watercolor perhaps. I think that's neat. Then my muscle's freeze and I can't move. Oh. Bummer. I close my eyes.

Real awakening. My phone is not buzzing, but I look at it anyway. And this time the window blinds are the right way. I'm awake.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was sleeping on the floor of some room. A phone's ring up. I had one blanket below me and one blanket above me. I picked up the phone, my head still under the blankets.

A man's voice, happy, raspy, and a little squeaky, asked, "Is your boss around?"

I told the man my boss was in the next room. I felt like I knew who the guy calling was, but I couln't quite place him. So I didn't want to just hand over the phone.

The man said, "Well, tell your boss that I've been thinking about what he said, and I'm gonna take him up on that K.I.S.S. offer after all. It sounds like a really good deal."

I knew that the offer was some kind of monthly subway pass offer. It was like part of a package of benefits that people would receive for work. You could get a special deal on your monthly subway pass price.

I didn't know exactly what my boss had to do with that, but I decided to get out of bed and tell him that the guy wanted it.

I walked into what looked like a very large living room that had an interior much like that of a double-wide trailer. The carpet was yellowy beige, and the walls looked like wood paneling in some places. My boss sat on the floor. Before him was a small table or desk with a computer on it. My boss may also have had some blankets wrapped around his lap.

I told my boss about the man. My boss didn't seem to have any idea what I was talking about. I had started to figure out who the man might be, possibly one of my co-workers from an office out of town. But it also seemed like it was some guy who had recently left the company.

I kept trying to tell my boss who I thought the guy was, but I couldn't say it correctly. My boss stood up and walked away, to a little eating area, which was apparently the "office cafeteria."

He sat down at a cheap table, among some other cheap tables set along the wall. Another co-worker, R, sat at another table, her back turned to us, eating some cereal or oatmeal.

I told my boss, "This guy might be related to that girl. You know, the girl who was an assistant here for a while?" I my mind's eye I saw a pretty, but slightly overweight, Latina girl.

R, eavesdropping, grunted at me, as if I were slacking off by thinking about this whole issue.

My boss told me, "Here. Go out and find that guy. Tell him I said okay. Then come back and tell me what he says."

So I left the building. I walked along a concrete path, around some small buildings, and possibly through moderate crowds of families. I ended up at gates to some kind of recreation area. I don't know whether I ended up finding the guy, but I turned around with some sensed of accomplishment. I also had either handed off or picked up a manila envelope with a lot of papers in it.

Walking back toward "the office," I realized I was walking through a zoo. I walked past one building which seemed to be round, with wooden slats for walls and a conical roof of wooden shinges. The building was to my left. To my right was some tall fence with green netting strung behind it to block the view.

A couple young families walked past me. Some moms and dads were pushing babies in strollers.

Then these kids came by, one a little after the other. A girl rode a bike. But the side of the bike had a strange particle board or cardboard cut-out on its side. The cut-out was made to look like some kind of animal, possibly a polar bear, riding a bike. After the girl, a boy came along on a skateboard. Again, a cut-out of a polar bear was set up on the board to make it look like the polar bear was riding the skateboard. Both the girl and boy were little, and they fit behind the signs really well.

To avoid one of the kids I had had to walk off the concrete path, onto a stretch of soil for planting, and possibly behind a stationary cut-out, probably also of a polar bear.

I now walked with or thought about walking with a young child. The next building looked a little like an animal nursery or animal hospital, but it was actually a church. I may have justified a church that would allow zoo animals to the child.

The church was some kind of Christian denomination, like Lutheran or Methodist, I could see from gold lettering on the glass panes of the door. I may have thought it was unfaird that the only church the animals had was a Christian one. I may have wondered about Buddhism.

I then saw "the office" just past the church building and off to the left, up a small staircase. It looked just like a one-story, suburban house, except maybe with a little bit of a jungle feel.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom. The bedroom was really messy, and it had two beds, both of which were strewn over with tons of blankets.

I was looking at a pad of paper which hinged at the top, like a gum-bound sketch pad. All the pages were filled in, but mostly with words and images like photographs, as if this were some kind of newspaper or underground magazine. The images were in black and white. A lot of the images were supposed to be pronographic, and I think they were meant to turn me on personally, as if to prove I was perverted.

One kind of badly printed, overexposed photo showed a girl lying stomach down on her bed. Her head was buried under blankets, but the rest of her body was visible. She wore a dark tank top, a mini-skirt, and a diaper. I thought the girl was an adult at first. But then I came to think she might be a little girl. I tried to look closer to see the photo.

To my right, on the other bed, a little girl lay stomach down, wearing a diaper, like in the photo. An old man either knelt by or sat on the bed. He was well dressed and had somewhat nicely arranged, grey hair. But he looked really scary, and his plae blue eyes seemed to be bugging out of his head. He kept poking the girl's bottom with his index finger.

My mother, or a woman my mother's age, may also have been in the room.

I looked back to the sketch pad, to try and find the photo. But I couldn't find it. I kept flipping through the pages. But I might only have seen a bunch of words. I heard some voice talking about the passage of time and how sad it is that we can't go back to what we used to be.

Dream #2

I was in a movie theatre, sitting on the left end of a right aisle, a few rows back from the front. I was all alone in the row. My brother and a couple other people his age sat in the row in front of me. The lights were on in the theatre. It was like one movie had just finished and we were now waiting for another to start.

A tiny, little girl with kind of long, messy-curly, blonde hair and wearing a long-sleeved, red shirt and a diaper asked if the seats to my right were free. I said yes. She may have asked something else, because my brother was standing up and giving all kinds of advice to the little girl.

The little girl sat in the seat right next to me. She grabbed my arm and cuddled against it. She said, "I'm so happy we get to sit with you. My mommy will be here in a second."

I felt like my brother was jealous that the little girl had completely ignored him while he was giving his advice, and that the girl was so excited to sit by me. I hoped it wouldn't cause him to have any emotional difficulties or outbursts. But my brother must have sat down with his friends.

Eventually the girl got kind of bored sitting by me. She hopped off the seat and tapped on the back of my brother's seat, as if she wanted to talk to him. Now I felt a little jealous.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in something like an atrium, at the foot of an escalator, with a big crowd of people. The atrium was gigantic. The walls were made of glass, and they let in the deep blue sky and sunlight, though somehow shaded, maybe because the glass was tinted slightly. The escalator was also enormous.

Bill Clinton stood near me in the crowd. We may actually have been walking near each other as we had gone down some corridor to get to the atrium. Clinton was wearing a pink polo shirt and kind of pale blue jeans. As we stood before the escalator he said something historical about the atrium, and possibly about the bridge outside the atrium. The bridge was likely the Brooklyn Bridge.

I thought the stuff Clinton was saying was pretty interesting. I tried to stand closer to him as we all went up the escalator. But I felt like I was being annoying, so I kind of backed away from him. We got up to the top of the escalator. There was a small landing and then another, smaller escalator. I think I took the opportunity of this landing to back even farther away from Clinton, to be less annoying.

Somehow I ended up out on the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was colossal. I could only see portions of it as I traveled under it, either via car or subway. The road was covered in dark shadow.

I was then on a subway train that was running above ground. This eventually turned into a bus. There were only two other passengers on the bus: both were male friends of mine. We, or they, also knew the bus driver. He was driving us through a kind of quiet part of town, like some area far out in Queens or farther out on Long Island. The sun was shining orange-yellow like it was early morning.

The guys and the bus driver were talking back and forth with each other. The bus driver finally asked me, "Hey, should I be dropping you off at the college with these guys?" I couldn't think of any reason why I'd be going to the college, but I didn't want to disappoint the guy by saying no. I may have been really curled up in a seat, so that my knees were against the back of the seat in front of me.

Dream #2

I was in a department store with Oprah Winfrey. We stood at the end of a bunch of clothing displays, at a wall which was a window looking down at some other section of the building of which the department store was a part. There were maybe one or two other people around us.

We finished watching some event down below. I turned to Oprah and thanked her forf inviting me to this event. She was very friendly, but I don't think she said anything. She was gone.

I walked away from the window. I was probably heading out of the store. I saw a black woman looking through some clothing.The woman's back was turned to me. But, for some reason, I thought she was Oprah. So I walked up to her and said, "Oprah, I just want to thank you again for reminding me about this event. If it hadn't been for you--"

But now the woman turned around. She was really short and round. She had very dark skin, and she wore dark sunglasses. She looked pretty mean! She wore a pale denim jacket, jeans, and hat. She yelled at me, "Why are you calling me Oprah? Just because I'm black, I have to be Oprah?"

I was scared, and I backed off pretty quick. I didn't know how to respond. I kind of forgot whether I'd thought the person I'd thought the woman was was Oprah or my old friend and co-worker, CL. I figured it must have been CL, even though I couldn't remember her name. But she didn't look like the mean woman either.

I had walked back to the window I had stood at with Oprah. I think I had figured out that CL had reminded me about this event, and that I had met Oprah there. I figured that if I really wanted to thank CL, I could write her a letter. I either held a letter really close to my face or saw a letter in my mind's eye. The letter was on notebook paper, in pencil, and in really big, loose, scrawly handwriting. I may finally have seen CL's name.

Dream #3

I was in a bedroom in the dark. There was, for some reason, a towel rack right near the light switch. It was my blue towel. In the dim light I saw a bug crawling across the towel. The bug was either a smallish roach or a gigantic bed bug. I was really grossed out, and I wanted to see what kind of bug it was before I killed it.

So I stepped back and flicked a switch on a small wall a couple feet away and in front of the bedroom door. The bedroom light bulb flickered, popped, and went out. To solve this problem, I walked a little bit into the room and pulled a string from the ceiling to turn the light on. The only thing that happened was a little bit of plaster falling on my head.

So I went to the closet to see if I could find a light bulb or some other source of light. I flicked a light switch in the closet, but it didn't turn on, either. But then, somehow, I found some source of light. This light source became like a light bulb inside the closet.

I was looking directly into the top shelf of the closet. There were a lot of lamps, all arranged as if in a shop. The lamps were all small, wooden, on a square base, with a candle-like, wooden cylinder running up about 8cm and ending in the metallic fixture for the bulb.

I grabbed a couple of these, figuring that if I placed these lamps strategically, I could get decent light in the room, though not so much light as I'd get if I had the ceiling ligjht working.

I then saw behind the lamps. There were all kinds of canned foods -- things like SPAM, cocktail weiners, and corned beef hash. I might have seen other provisions. I suddenly realized that whoever had put this room together had put it together as a kind of shelter in case of some kind of disaster, possibly including nuclear war.

Dream #4

I was sitting at a table and eating with my friend H. The table and the lighting of the room remind me of a fast food restaurant or a cafeteria in a place like a school. We may have been eating something like fries and mayonnaise.

H said, "You talk about -----'s (can't remember) movies so much, as if you were such a big fan of Japanese film. But when was the last time you actually went to the theatre to watch a Kurosawa film?"

For some reason I kept getting ----- confused with Ozu. But this director was much more recent. But I also wanted to tell H that I actually had seen Kurosawa films lately. I may have had images from Ran and The Hidden Fortress in my head, though I couldn't actually get their titles correct.

I may have felt, in some way or another, like I was shrinking, or maybe hunching over more and more.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in, and then left, and then came back to, some room. The room was kind of small and cluttered with stuff like blankets. The room had a bunk bed, the top bunk of which now seems to have been 2.5 meters high.

The ceiling of the room had some kind of hole in the corner over the bunk bed. It was causing some kind of gross problem, possibly bugs, all through the room. It had been this way when I'd left. Now that I was back, it didn't look like it had changed.

But I needed to stay here for the time being, so I just figured I'd deal with it. I sat my stuff down on or looked down on something like a beanbag chair, which may have been dark green.

Dream #2

I was standing out on or near an open road between two fields or farms. I may have stood just under or just away from a concrete shelter for a bus depot. It was a grey day.

There was a bus near me. It kind of looked like an old-style bus, with corrugated metal siding. A bunch of people were getting out of the bus. Some of them looked old, but they wore clothes that old people might have worn in the 1970s.

I was thinking some complaining kind of thought about my boss. I may have said it out loud. Some of the people may have heard me. A couple of women asked me, "Don't you know your boss is distracted? Today his wife is going to have a baby."

I tried to figure out how this could be possible. As far as I could remember, my boss hadn't even told me his wife was pregnant.

I could see my boss nearby, walking in front of a tall, chain-link fence that stretched all the way down one side of the farm or field near the bus depot. My boss was wearing his normal suit and tie. He had his hands in his pocket, and his jacket seemed to be blowing in the wind a bit.

Dream #3

I was trying to go somewhere. I was in "my bedroom," although it looked more like a preschool classroom. One window was all fogged up, and a bunch of potted plants stood on the shelf top before it.

(Now that I think of it, I may only have been as tall as the shelf top, which was maybe 750cm tall.)

I was trying to get socks, which, I could see in my mind's eye, I would wear with white tennis shoes that had red trim. But I was only looking for the tan dress socks that I usually wear with my tan dress slacks.

I pulled out a pair. But they had holes in the toes. But I knew that at the event I was going to, I'd have to take off my shoes. I couldn't reveal holey socks. So I looked for a pair of tan dress socks without holes.

I pulled out another pair of socks with holes. Then I pulled out a pair of socks without holes. I was kind of worried, though, that I'd missed the holes. So I very carefully searched the toe-seam of at least one of the socks to make sure there were no holes.