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I appear to be coming outside from school and I became lucid. I look around it was bright sunny out and decided to explore. For some reason I felt like this was my old middle school and I roam around climbing on top of the building and being on the roof. I had a desire to find my brother in this dream so I begin to look for him. I then notice while on the roof that he was on the far right building across from me.

I jump from the roof with the attempt to fly to him. But it didn't happen, instead I landed on the ground hard but I wasn't hurt. I then see my brother on ground and we begin walking while talking. We started to walk to this big house that look fairly expensive. I saw his friends come from inside it and walk passed us. I waved my hand at them as my brother and I enter the place.

We walk all around the area talking about all sorts of stuff like tv shows we use to watch and how some of his roommates rooms were a messed or what they didn't like to do in the morning. We then soon made it to the balcony and I could tell my time was running low. I turn around and look at him and said I have a question for you. I slide open the door so we could stand outside as it was night now. I look at him and said are you my brother from the future, the person I met when I was 14.

He tells me no and we both talk about his life while laughing about some of the stuff he has done. I wake up shortly after.

I am in what seems to be a dorm room set up for three people, although there are only two of us living there. Above the doorways, I can see red text continually scrolling by, which is then replaced by new text—records of conversations, it seems. On the walls, there are a few posters, different pictures, but all with the words “conserve merriment” at the bottom. This is a reference to something familiar to the person I am in the dream. I walk from the room where I am to the one where my flatmate is sitting.

He/she—this person seems rather androgynous, and the dream itself offers no clues—wants to know if I’m interested in going to do something with him/her. I reflect that I do seem to have been learning more from the things I spend my free time doing than from my actual classes. But I still feel reluctant. It has to do with things I experienced before getting here, I tell my flatmate. In a way, it’s like I’m telling about everything that’s happened to me up until now, but all compressed into a sentence or two—a lifetime spent as a fugitive, never being able to stay in any one place for long, just one bad thing after another.

And then he/she replies: “Is that all?” And actually, when you put like that, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Sure, I guess I’ll go to your thing.

We then talk for a bit about the place we’re at, which is called Campa Piri, and another place I can’t remember the name of now. Then I find myself reading a transcript of the conversation rather than experiencing it. I glance a bit further on, where we’re talking about yet another nearby place called Stone Sway and joking about how it totally sounds like a double entendre. And at that point, I wake up.

In the next dream of the night, I also seem to be a different person—a young boy staying at a large house with a group of other people, all adults, apparently. There was a lot that happened in the early parts of this dream that I can no longer remember, but it seemed to involve finding some kind of special thing in this house—I want to say it was a book, but I’m not entirely sure, and so from here on out it will be known as the MacGuffin.

We are all preparing to leave, and it seems that my uncle—my actual uncle, the only familiar person in this dream—is going to be taking the MacGuffin back with him. I don’t like this: I think that it would be better off in the hands of literally anyone else in the world, and it really ought to stay in the house here. But he’s intent on it and, as usual, impervious to arguments.

He’ll also be taking all the paintings that were in the dining room. It’s a wood-paneled room with a long, wooden table in the middle of it, and pretty much all the space on the walls was taken up with paintings, which illustrated various stories. But now he has them stacked in a closet there, ready to be taken out to the car. I’m not happy about this either. I tell him that he wouldn’t have the space to hang them up, and they’d probably just sit in his house, not even properly stored. He claims he’ll hang them up, but I don’t believe him. What strikes me as particularly unfair about this is that it was only by means of the paintings that we had managed to understand the MacGuffin’s true nature and gain possession of it—possibly from some dark sorcerer type, but that’s also escaped my memory. If the paintings aren’t available, the MacGuffin may never be able to make its way into the hands of someone more suitable in the future.

But then it occurs to me—I can make sure the paintings never make it to his house. There are many people here who also feel this isn’t right, and with their cooperation, we can have the paintings mysteriously back on their walls. Maybe we can spook him into returning the MacGuffin. I pull someone aside to tell them my idea, and pretty soon, the plan is ready to be put into action. But we need a diversion so we can get our hands on the paintings.

It’s announced that I’m going to be talking about a painting in a nearby room, and so everybody—minus a few co-conspirators—files in and sits down in rows of chairs. I have the painting there at the front of the room: a fairly small one of a winter scene with trees. I begin talking. I am a kid and don’t know a thing about painting, but I confidently B.S. my way through it.

Just as I’m explaining how the branches of the trees in the painting are reminiscent of the branches of knowledge, continually reaching out and producing new shoots, an older man with short, white hair stands up and approaches me. He is a professor of art history, and he thinks that the branches are nothing of the sort. I tell him that that’s what one of my philosophy professors had said about them. I definitely have the impression that he, too, is in on it, and that this, too, is part of the diversion.

Once I’m done, we head out towards the door. This requires us to pass through the dining room, which I had forgotten about, but I see that the walls there are still bare. That’s good—right now, it’s still too early. But I’m sure the paintings will be back up once everyone’s gone through.

16.2.18

1/8/2017
Non-lucid: I was a part of an oddly large family. We were moving from boat to boat to live. A male was helping to load the boat w/ clothes that he had put in some kind of order. He had to dive into & under the water to retrieve them. Later we all were put into groups. Grouping by male & female & put into separate boats. I didn't recognize anyone, even the ones that were supposed to be my family. I was now the person who had to dive under the water to retrieve the females clothes. I am so not sure what this dream means.

Today: Dream 1/Non-lucid: I'm in a house w/ an incredible amount of rooms which is a common dream sign for me. My grown daughters & their kids live there also. My daughters keep telling me to get the ceilings fixed because there are holes in some places & I keep telling them that it requires money that we don't have. Some person I don't know tells me to at least get an estimate but I persist & saying that they will call social services & take the kids away because I can't afford to have it fixed & it will cause unnecessary troubles for us. IRL Meesha wakes me up & I pull my covers over my head & chain the same dream scene but I'm lucid now & the scene changes. (D2: Lucid) I'm in a store that looks like a big box warehouse like a Sam's Club. A man appears & I'm behind him & we seem to be waiting in line like you would be at a Wal-Mart Pharmacy. I just bumped right into him as I fell into the scene. I apologize & explain that I am deaf in my left ear. IRL this happens a lot because of my hearing loss so naturally I automatically say this. I'm confused that I just got dropped into the scene this way & turn around to take in my surroundings. I see rows & rows of these absurdly large bins are there. It reminds me of another dream I had about Christmas, when it wasn't remotely Christmas season. The bins just go on & on w/ discount items in these big bins. Meesha is relentless & pounces on me IRL & wakes me from this. How annoying. I would've just got up & shut the door but Josh is still here from Christmas break so I can't shut my door incase he needs to use our bathroom.

Mike & I have been making changes in our house to make the lighting low & calming. But right now my son is home from college & has interrupted what has been our only time off for a long period like this. I'm still waiting for the clips to come in to keep our lights in place. We also changed the lighting in our bedroom & only watch TV in the living room which is liberating but unfortunately disturbed by our son being here. He yells into his damn headset while we are watching tv & sleeping but Mike never says anything to him. I just come off as been irrational which is insane. I just want to hear what we are watching. Hence me dropping into the lucid scene. I do not want to be forced back into my bedroom. It was the whole point of getting a new TV & system for Christmas. We are finally at a place in our lives that we need to be alone & can't be. So I guess my dreams actually make sense if I look at it in that respect. He is in his 5th yr of college so that means about a year & a half before we are actually alone unless he gets an internship that isn't here in our town. But even then he will come back for his breaks to see his friends.

I entered into a lucid dream, when I started seeing things in my eyelids I decided to make the eyes into something not threatening so they started to form into the eyes of a kitten until I was in a dream and holding a little black kitten with blue eyes, I jumped out of bed and ran to my door with the kitten. (I don't know why I sprint for my door whenever I WILD) I opened the door before I could think up of a scene or place to go but it was to late anyways because I then lost the lucid and began dreaming that this man was chasing me through this house with many rooms, I ran to the back and ran outside on this porch/dock and saw many people on little one person speed boats and I held out my thumb thinking maybe one would give me a ride before the man caught up, then all the people pointed guns at me, and a women laughed and said please please please let me do it let me just do it. and I looked at her shocked and said no and then ran into the brush she kept her gun pointed at me the whole time. woke up

I was with TD and we were talking about stuff that I remembered when I first woke up in the middle of the night (1:34). It was something really funny, and we were really happy and even kissing some. Then we realized that we weren't alone and it seemed even funnier. Philip and Mandy and Ben were there. TD and I were joking around with Mandy and Ben about teenagers. (It all made sense and was very clever in the dream, even though it sounds kind of lame now).

In the last dream of the night I was in this big house. I know my mom was there part of the time. It seemed like a lot was going on even though I have forgotten now what it was. I do remember at the end I was having trouble with my TV or computer. I needed some help fixing it. I looked and saw TD sitting at a desk behind me. I asked if he would help fix it. He said he would, but wanted me to look at this stack of papers he had in front of him. I then noticed a baby on the floor by the chair. I knew the baby belonged to neither of us, but I recognized it as a baby I had seen before but not for a while. The baby was about 6 months old and big and bald and completely adorable.

[b].1[/b] Either I was visiting an old friend's country or he mine, and we were playing American football in the street outside the place I was staying at. Quite rare seeing his face in a dream. The sun was setting and it was dark out, but we were able to see the ball anyway. A huge family lived at this house and much of it's extended family was over for a large dinner party.

At one point, all the individuals in the home were split by age to better clean up the house after festivities. I was roaming the house looking for something particular, and on each floor, I'd see the different groups of family members. I remember checking an outdoor cabin in the backyard for whatever, and finding the grandparents sleeping on a bench. The side, screened porch was loaded with toddlers half playing with toys and half cleaning up after themselves. A children's playroom possibly in the basement held the older children, as well as my Literature teacher from the High School dream. He was busting it out on the piano while a girl played the saxophone.

[b]2.[/b] Before [b]1.[/b] commenced, however, I was driving down the freeway to go another old acquaintance's birthday party. I had called to let him know around 8pm what the delay was, and let him know I'd arrive around 9pm. After leaving, however, I drove the wrong direction and back to my own home. Upon arriving, I realized I didn't have enough gas to make it back downtown. Then, I was woken.

I am with a group of friends, but I dont recognize most of them. Two are my friends H and G. Our group is in this big house and we are making home made videos of 'what if something happened and only one of us lived' sort of thing. My take on this was comedic and involved acted necrophilia (this was weird) One of the female friends I can recall is a shorter girl with glasses and light red/blonde straight hair. I think we were in a pool.
H and I watch the video we made in the house's steam room. The video has an extra clip done in flash or MS paint about my friend G. Two white guys walk into the room, one is an old friend, and they play their video which is them eating melting chocolate to some symphonic metal german song about chocolate. He tells me it's funny because it looks like they're eating poop...
Wake up, record, back to sleep
I meet my elementary school friend A. I think we are in his room. Everything is vibrant in colour.

I should really start using this more often.

Last night's dream was unlike any other ive had before.
the first part, i was in this hall and i was boxing with someone. I know that guy, and i'm pretty sure it's that guy. But i might be wrong. anyway, we were boxing, not like as a competition, but more like a friendly match, or a training. When we were done, we lied down on the floor, with my head on his chest, just lying there.. i think i was tracing his face with my fingertips when he said 'you like this, right?' and i just smile and nodded and didnt say anything back. i felt.. uncertain. its true i was happy but at the same time it didnt feel right.

the second one, i was at a lake. it was very very very dark. the waters were dark blue/black, a little bit like the water in Harry Potter 1 when they were on the little boats heading to hogwarts. i remember being on a boat but then i was stuck on one of those little bridges and someone came and rescued me. afterwards.. while on that boat, everyone on this one side started jumping off the bridge and into the water and swimming towards the pavement and i was wondering why and all of a sudden mini bomb/fireworks went off so i, too went swimming and heading for the pavement. it was a very quick swim.

the third one i ended up in this big house, felt as if ive been there before, some of the stuff seemed so familiar. anyway, i was hiding in the dark, and my aunty opended the door and its as if she saw me.. but im not so sure.. i was hiding for some reason.. i remember going out after and sneaking round and they were all singing happy birthday.. im not sure to who.

and finally, the last dream, which is vague, i was in a courtroom.. and i remember getting my boyfriend in the courtroom and telling him ' we need to talk '..

still trying to remember the rest..
any thoughts?
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