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I tried to attempt a MILD, but I think by the time I went to bed I was too tired to do it properly. I fell asleep pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. I have a vague memory of waking up once during the night and trying to convince myself to write down a dream, but that might have been a dream itself.

Calcifer was in my dream!!

(A strong and powerful fire demon! )

He had fallen apart somehow, and I was searching through a gravel path finding the pure white stones, because those were the stones that were a part of Calcifer. I put them together, and Calcifer formed back into himself! I was holding him in my hand.

I remember at one point me and M were driving back and forth different places because we kept forgetting these, and he was getting really frustrated. We drove back to his house because he forgot his belt, but I somehow felt like it was my fault.

I was at a store (it was sort of Target-like, but all the shelves were really tall) looking for black tights. I had a pair, but they were way too big for me, and when I looked at the size they were an XL. The only tights I could find in a S were sparkly ones, or leggings that only went halfway down your leg. Me and M were going to a dance, and I was going to wear this short halter top black dress I have, but I needed black tights to wear with it. While shopping I suddenly realized I had no clue how formal the dance was or anything, and I got stressed out about it. I decided to just use the tights that were too big for me, and we left.

On the way to the car I was with my family instead of M, and I was going to the event with my little brother (but it wasn't weird at all, just like a fun family thing. I'm not even sure if it was a dance anymore.) He showed me the bow tie he had bought and in the dream I thought it was the COOLEST THING. It was all frilly and it had a taxidermy alligator head (like the type I bought M in San Francisco) attached to it. Then, in the car, I was actually going with my little sister, and she was telling me something about her jacket and how she had decided she wanted to go with me.

I have a vague memory of a train as well.

Cay's Dreams
-I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

-I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

-I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

-I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There were a number of views of some place, possibly "Virginia." The views were like pans across landscapes. Some of the views may have been still. Others were in motion. The views were possibly supposed to show some kind of unique situation regarding "Virginia." I was frustrated because I never saw any evidence of this unique situation.

There may have been one pan across a residential neighborhood. All the houses were tightly packed together on the blocks, and the area was all set on a series of rolling hills. The colors in this photo may have been almost washed out, close to sepia tone.

The rest of the views all took place in some area that seemed like a city park, even though I also got the impression that it was supposed to be a beach. There was a huge lawn, pretty much flat, dotted pretty closely with thin-trunked, tall trees. At the edge of this park there may actually have been a beach.

One view in this park was of masses of people, packed all close together, lying out on their stomachs, as if they were all out on the beach, getting suntans.

Another view was of masses of birds, packed together (like the last shot in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds). The view, I understood, was supposed to be of all kinds of exotic birds. But there were very few exotic birds. Right out, I only recognized one parrot. Most of the birds were ducks, seagulls, and pigeons, some of which were deformed or ugly.

It may have been at this point that I became frustrated with this "program." I was supposed to be seeing something unusual in these images -- specifically something unusual that had happened to alter the area. But these were all "normal" images.

The view changed to a view of a crowd of people, still pretty dense, but not packed all together, out on the beach. Among the crowds I saw the head of a big muppet, red, like Animal, walking along. The muppet must have been two meters tall. But it looked like Animal. I then saw a big, blue muppet. Then it seemed like there were a number of muppets in the crowd.

Now, off to the right, in a space of the park empty of people, there came a muppet funeral procession. The procession was very long. At the head of the procession there was something like a float.

The float was like a flat-bed wagon. On top were images of Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy. The images were laying down. They were probably around two meters long, as well. Kermit was wearing a groom's tuxedo, and Miss Piggy was wearing a bride's gown. But both Kermit and Piggy were dead. This was their funeral procession.

Dream #2

I was in a car with my family. I may have been preparing to leave after a visit to my home town. On the way to wherever I was going to be dropped off, we passed a few different McDonald's restaurants. As we passed the restaurants, I had to quickly make an assessment of the roofs.

My brother complained, asking me why we had to do this. He thought it had something to do with me criticizing him or keeping an eye on him, to stop him from doing bad things, as if I thought he was doing bad things.

I tried to explain to my brother that my job was to inspect roofs. McDonald's just had a lot of new roofs put onto all their buildings. So I had to inspect them. And my mom had agreed that we could drive past all the McDonald's on my way to being dropped off.

We passed another McDonald's. I don't know how I saw the roof. But one-third of the roof seemed to be missing. I remarked to myself about something regarding a special compartment being put into the roof.

We passed another McDonald's by going along a road or a stretch of asphalt that ran along the outside perimeter of the back end of the lot around the restaurant. The asphalt of the road was continuous with the asphalt of the lot, connected by a steep, asphalt ramp. The road put our view just over the roof.

We then drove along some road and up a steep hill in something like a residential neighborhood, although something about it all felt a bit artificial. My mom began discussing some new movie that was out. Its main characters were a few old people.

We all started talking about "old people movies," and whether they were good or bad. My mom was angry at me for some reason, and she'd sensed that I liked movies with old people in them. So she said, "Old people movies are made for old people. And if you aren't old, they aren't any good. They're just boring."

We reached the top of the sharp hill up which we'd been driving, and we'd woven our way into some kind of stone maze. My mom now drove up and around a curving road, up to the foot of a huge, stone staircase with a stone gate. Some distance up the stone staircase I saw some bright, yellow image. It may have been a person wearing a bright, yellow robe.

My mom now mellowed down a bit. She said, "Well, old people movies aren't all that bad. There are a couple that I like. And if you go to any old people movie with (my grandma) J, they'll always be interesting. Because she always has something interesting to say about them."

I now had to get out of the car and go up the stairs. I may have opened the back, passenger-side car door. I may have said some kind words to my family, maybe even hugging and kissing one or more of them.

Dream #3

I was leaving a building, probably after some kind of event or some kind of task I'd had to take care of. The building was kind of like a multi-floor school building. But it also felt very classy.

I was on a high floor. I was walking down a staircase to get to the exit. The staircase was wide. It doubled-back at each half-floor and opened out at each floor.

At some point I realized there was a guy following me. He was maybe half a floor up from me, but he kept that distance. Eventually I slowed down my walking. I figured that I would slow down until he caught up with me.

But as I was making this decision, I was already approaching the ground floor. Instead of hearing the guy, I now heard JF, one of my old co-workers. She may have been talking to JS, another one of my old co-workers.

I was now on the ground floor, passing through a big area and walking toward the front door. JF and JS now caught up to me. I could tell by the tone in their voice that they wanted me to include myself in their conversation. So I turned around to get a better view of JF and focus on what she was talking about.

At this point I was past the first door out of the building. There was a small foyer and then another set of doors. At the final set of doors I turned around. JF was just coming through the first doors, still talking with JS.

I may have walked all the way out of the building. But then I may have turned around right as JF was coming through the second doors. But now it was like I was behind her. I don't know where JS was -- perhaps she was outside.

JF started talking about the TV show Dallas. She asked about some key characters. I somehow mentioned Victoria Principal and Peter Duffy. I knew this satisfied one question JF had and made me look like I knew about the TV show.

I was actually back in the building, walking back toward the staircase. I realized I'd said the name "Peter Duffy." I called back to JF that I'd meant to say "Patrick Duffy." Apparently JF was writing all this stuff down on a clipboard. I also mentioned the name "Ron Hagerty."

Drream #4

I was in a library, sitting at a table and reading. There were no lights on in the library. The only light coming into the place was from the windows all along the walls. But the light was very dim. It felt like it was early morning. My eyes also felt scratchy -- kind of like they feel when I "wake" into a lucid dream, although I wasn't lucid.

I was apparently on the phone with my mother. I was explaining something very important about my life. I was talking rather loud. And although I was holding onto the phone, I don't think I ever actually held it to my ear.

I eventually put the phone down -- either under the table and on my lap or else under or beside a book on the table top. I didn't stop talking. Instead, the "scene" with the conversation faded into the exact same "scene," except that I was no longer talking.

There was a woman, maybe in her twenties or thirties, seated in front of me. A man, maybe around the same age, sat to my right. The woman and the man both asked me if, next time I came to the library, I could please refrain from talking to myself so loudly. I think the woman had asked first, and that the man asked the same thing again.

I was surprised. I asked, "I was talking to myself?" The woman said yes. I couldn't quite believe it. I thought I'd been on the phone with my mother! I wondered if I was going crazy. Suddenly I couldn't remember very much about the conversation at all. I wondered what I'd actually been doing and saying!

The man repeated that I'd been just sitting in the chair, looking forward, and having a conversation with myself. He said it was really annoying and asked me if I could try never to do it again.

I was now "downstairs." The downstairs area was actually like some kind of indoor version of a small amusement park like Coney Island. All the booths around me had some kind of pale-turquoise or sea-blue color-schemes. Everything was very clean. Nothing was operating. It was all quiet.

I stood over some table, leafing through a thick file in a three-ring binder. A co-worker from an old job of mine, JM, came up to me. He looked very young, even thinner than usual, and kind of pale, with facial features a bit smaller and tighter than IWL. He wore a blue dress shirt and, possibly, grey dress slacks.

JM asked me how I was doing and what I thought of my new job. I didn't tell him that I'd quit my job after having a fight with my boss. I just told him that things were okay, although they could probably be a lot better, and that I hoped I could eventually find a place where things were good.

I seemed to be walking away from JM now, and deeper into this subterranean amusement park. But for some reason I didn't feel like what I'd told JM was enough. If he ever found out that I'd quit my job, he'd think the reasons I gave weren't sufficient, and that I'd been weak to quit.

So I ran back to JM and told him, "Look, I really hate my boss. I didn't want to tell you this. But he's a complete jerk, and he does all kinds of stupid things. I really don't think I can take it for too much longer. I seriously hate him."

JM looked a bit surprised by what I said. He walked away. He was going off to talk with some other people. He wasn't necessarily in the amusement park anymore, although I still saw him there.

I was nervous about JM talking with people. But I was also kind of happy about it. I jumped up in the air, as if to get away from the situation of having to worry about what JM would say or think about me.

I was floating a meter or so in the air, and descending slowly. I realized that as long as I jumped quickly enough, so that I didn't lose the floating height I'd gained, I could keep increasing my height.

I really wanted to get away from the situation I was in, so I kept jumping and jumping. Eventually I had gone far above the amusement park. I was floating into the blackness. I couldn't see anything around me.

I'd changed my flying motion from "jumping" to "swimming." I was now swimming through the air. Some sort of realization came to me. I couldn't really, physically, be flying. So I thought I was having some sort of out-of-body experience.

I didn't get overexcited about the supposed OBE. But I kind of began to doubt that I could be having that, either.

I had a false awakening. I was in a bed that wasn't mine. I lay face down. I felt like I was making swimming motions. I told myself, See? You only thought your astral body was flying by making swimming motions. Really, it was all just a dream, and you were lying here in bed, making swimming motions with your physical body.

But I still felt myself making swimming motions. I looked down at my body and saw it wasn't moving at all. And, yet, I saw a second body, like a ghost body, still making the swimming motions. I faded back to blackness, thinking, Well, I guess some part of me was swim-flying somewhere. And it wasn't my physical body.

I may have had the idea that I'd "flown up" into my body from the space I'd been in in my dream, and that, on joining my body, I'd woken. I may have thought that if I fell back to sleep, my "astral" body would sink back down through my bed and continue its swim-flying activity. I may actually have felt my body sink back down below my bed as I fell back to sleep.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was probably at "my family's house." My brother and mother were around. I don't know about other people. My brother was having me act out something, and he was possibly also video taping it. It may have been a movie or a music video.

We were in a number of different bedrooms. My view was always kind of tight and low, as if I were the height of a child, with not much attentiveness to my environment. The rooms always seemed kind of small and barren, with white walls and slightly harsh incandescent light.

In a couple of instances, my brother seemed to tower above me. But our relationship was still of me as the big brother to him as the little brother. He seemed to want to impress me with whatever his video project was. I seemed to think the project was cool, and I was happy to be a part of it.

At some point my brother needed me to act like a "cool person." So I needed to wear black jeans. (WTF?) I may also have needed to wear a belt with square steel studs on it. My brother and I went searching through closets for the perfect black jeans. My mother was in one of the rooms where my brother and I were going through the closet.

At another point, we were outside the house. It was night. We may have been far from the house, possibly even in a parking lot. My brother knelt (below me now) at something like a toy chest full of jeans. There seemed to be plenty of black jeans. But none of them were right for some reason.

At another point we were in the house again, looking through a closet full of blue jeans. (I'm pretty sure that at this point my brother was much taller than I again, like I was a little kid.) My brother thought that, if all else failed, we could at least use the blue jeans. But they were all too big for me. So they were no good, too.

By this point I may have been walking around in no pants, just walking around in my underwear from place to place, looking for black jeans.

Dream #2

I was outside on a pleasant, sunny day. My view fluctuated from the left to the front. I seemed to be in the wilderness, in some open area with bare soil. It may have been on a piece of land for a cabin, or something like that. In both of my views I saw piles of stuff, like piles of discarded household items and furnishings.

I also, somehow, seemed to be reading a message from another website I participate on. My friend, MY, was telling another person, or a group of people, that she didn't judge some boy on the site for something or other.

MY then said, "----- (a man) and ----- (a woman) and I are going to have a baby. I'm pregnant with the baby. And when he walks around the yard, and his pants and diaper drop off, and I see his little bottom, I don't judge him. I think it's cute."

As I looked in front of me, there seemed to be a beam, like an upright beam of wood for the frame of a house. There also may have been other rubble, mostly wood, around the beam. Just beyond the beam there may have been a pile of household goods of some kind or another.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

Right, well, I haven't been on DreamViews in a while, but I just had to come back and post this one.

So, I'm sitting in my best friend's parent's room, but I guess I'm actually in my uncle and aunt's house. Somehow, I randomly become lucid (I can't pinpoint exactly when, which is frustrating, because I would have liked to remember for future reference) and I perform a reality check.

If ANY people read my dream journal entries, you know I'm obsessed with Inception. Well, I really wanted to hang out with the Inception team (again), so I walk out in to the living room and ask my Uncle and Aunt, "Have you seen Eames anywhere?" to which my Uncle replies, "Oh, he just left I think. Why?". I didn't know how else to respond with a 'reasonable' answer, so I just say "Uhh...he stole my lollipop." and my Uncle thinks this a perfectly acceptable reason.

I wake up. That was definitely a weird but short lucid. I perform the normal reality check I do every morning after I wake up and I'm surprised to find...I'm still dreaming!

Wow...this was almost a false awakening, it's a good thing I performed that reality check. Anyways, so I get up and walk into my living room (I'm at my mom's house now) and I see my brother, sister, and my best friend S standing there. I start to walk into my kitchen to explore, but come up with another idea.

I turn around and say to my sister, "You're not real, I'm dreaming right now," and she kind of gives me that look like she always does in real life that says 'Okay...you're weird.' I turn to my brother and tell him, "You too, you're just a projection." He starts laughing. Then I turn to S and say, "You too!" and she laughs like I just told a funny joke. I brush them off. I don't have time for this.

Suddenly, I wake up. Once more I perform the regular reality check and I'm even more surprised to discover I'm still dreaming! Wow!

I'm at my mom's house again this time, so I get out of bed and walk into my living room again. Once more, my best friend S is there, and I'm pretty sure my sister was there too, but my brother was nowhere to be seen.

I remembered I've always wanted to try transporting to another place, but I know that using mind power alone to go there never worked for me. So I approach my front door and tell myself that when I open it, I'll be where I wanna be. Outside my house, it's dark and kind of cold. I go up to the door, close my eyes, and open it. I tell myself, 'When I open my eyes, I'll be in Hawaii'.

My eyes are still closed, but I'm surprised to notice a sudden warmth and I can tell through my eyelids that it's now light outside. I hear the ocean.

I open my eyes and I'm thrilled to find myself standing on a beach with yellow sand, a crystal clear blue ocean, and scattered palm trees. My vision is rather blurred, for some reason, but I can still tell where I am. My sister and S are incredulous and ask "How did you do that?" before heading off to explore. I follow them to the edge of a little palm tree jungle thing before I wake up.

I'm at my dad's house now, which is where I fell asleep in real life. I'm now convinced I'm not dreaming. I go over the dreams I just had in my head, before I finally do a reality check.

And I'm still dreaming. Uhh...wow.

Well, anyways, so I don't know exactly what happened, but somehow I'm transported to a giant movie theater and I'm walking with my mom and a group of other people. I remember how I still wanna meet up with the Inception gang, so I ask my mom "Have you seen Arthur anywhere?" and she looks at me and asks, "Arthur?". I try a different approach. "Okay...have you seen Joseph Gordon-Levitt anywhere?" I ask her. She says, "I don't think so, why?" to which I reply, again, "He stole my lollipop." My subconscious apparently finds this as a normal excuse for wanting to find someone. Personally, I just wanna find him cuz he's hot.

ANYWAYS. So, I'm magically transported to a giant warehouse that doubles as a courthouse in the basement, and lo and behold, there's Arthur. I'm standing there with him at the entrance of said warehouse and there's a little boy who is an orphan. He needs money donations to help pay for a surgery he needs or else he might not make it. Despite my being lucid, I don't have any money on me, so I turn to Arthur.

"I don't have time for this, I'm a business man!" is all he says, because he knows I'm gonna ask him for money. "But he needs surgery," I tell him, and he says "I don't care how mean and horrible it makes me sound, we really should be going." and he pushes the little boy aside. Arthur is trying to stay serious but he looks upset and sort of guilty. (Why is it I always dream of him being sad/depressed?)

Anyways, all of a sudden, the boy becomes a part of this huge court case, and it turns out the little orphan was actually evil and was just tricking people into giving him money. Geez. I start running around the basement of the place and accidentally run into a courtroom and interrupt a session. A bunch of people that look like judges and lawyers are like, "Excuse me, you can't be in here!" and look at me angrily. I fumble to come up with a different excuse besides the lollipop one, because they look too serious to fall for that. "The boy...needs...help!" is all I could manage. Suddenly they look worried and all run out of the room. I follow them, only to discover Arthur is gone, and two of my friends are sitting at a little round table, coloring pictures.

I wake up. Well, not really. Still dreaming, according to the reality check. My vision is very blurred, but I can faintly make out my sister standing in the entrance of my room. She is standing there, staring at me, being SUPER creepy. She starts walking towards me and grabbing at me and I have to keep pushing her away.

As crazy as it make me sound, I'm just tired of this whole false awakening thing and I wanna wake up for real. I start screaming, "WAKE UP! WAKE ME UP!" and suddenly I find myself lying in my bed, again.

I know I'm not awake, and I don't even bother with a reality check. I'm just glad I got out of that creepy dream with my sister and I'm in a new dream.

That's when I realize I'm still in the same dream, and my sister is still standing there. UGH.

Suddenly, I actually wake up. It takes me a moment to realize that I'm really awake. For a second, I honestly wasn't sure whether I was in a dream or reality. I'm telling you, I'm losing my grip here.

I'm rather relieved to discover that I'm in the real world after performing a reality check. That was definitely one of the strangest lucid experiences I've ever had.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an audience, probably on the far left side, a few rows back from the front, in a zoo-theatre. On the stage were two workers, one at the front of the stage and one at the back. The one at the back of the stage wore a white jumpsuit and cap and may have been mopping the floor. The one at the front stood before two "polar bears."

The two "bears" stood up and were on the right (my right) side of the stage. The stood next to each other, side to side, so that it was hard for me to see the one in the back. The one toward the front, however, did not look much like a real polar bear, but like a mix between a polar bear and the huge, shaggy dog on Sesame Street. It was all shaggy, and its face, except a huge, black nose, was covered over with shaggy fur.

It was like I had come in in the middle of the worker's act. He was telling everybody how he could freeze a polar bear so that it wouldn't hurt him, even when he got close to it. He was now standing right in front of the front polar bear (which towered over him), repeating the words, "Don't move, don't move." He may also have been stroking the bear's right arm.

The bear didn't move, and it only seemed to be slightly annoyed by the zoo worker. The zoo-worker then said that this was all a matter of training, and that on some days the training still didn't work. So it was kind of a dangerous thing to do.

The bear now turned toward us in the audience. I was now in the very front row, on the very far right side, very close to the front polar bear. The bear, turning to us, made a weird motion with his arms, like a magician's gesture, and made a "sshha!" sound, which was also supposed to be magic.

Nobody reacted to the bear. I don't think anybody knew or cared what it was doing. But I understood. The bear wanted to hypnotize and freeze somebody else. He wanted the hypnotizing relationship to be reciprocal, so that he could feel he had a little control over the situation. So I did my best to act hypnotized and frozen, to make the polar bear feel good.

The worker was now over at the left side of the stage. He lifted a baby polar bear out of something like a cradle or one of those clear hospital beds for newborns. The baby bear looked like an actual animal. But it was long and greyish, like a seal, with arms and legs like a polar bear.

The worker said the baby bear was just at the beginning of its training, so that the worker's ability to freeze the baby bear would be less predictable. But the worker thought he could do it. But as soon as he tried, the baby bear took a swipe with his sharp claws at the worker's mouth.

The worker said, "Whoa!" and put the baby bear back in its bed. He then told the audience, "Yeah, I don't think we can do it today. The baby bear isn't being agreeable."

Dream #2

I, possibly as someone else, was in a small boat in something like a Venetian (?) canal at night. I saw myself as if from behind and separated by ten meters or so.

The canal was much wider than usual, and it was in the midst of a town that looked almost as if it were made only of wooden frames and scaffolding. The whole thing was very still, and it was lit from above with something like stage lights.

My small boat was close to a small, wooden dock, at which knelt a kind of young, handsome, Arabic man. The man had a moderate mustache and a slightly stubbly face. He wore robes and a small, wrapped headdress. He had given me some kind of advice, which I accepted. I was now rowing, or simply drifting, away in my boat.

I was now in an airplane, possibly with my brother. The plane was crashing into the ocean, not far from some small island.

There was some kind of narration over the event, possibly as a memory from a female passenger. She said something about how everybody was acting okay as the plane crashed. But, she said, once the plane flipped upside-down, it was extremely difficult for everybody to stay composed. It was even painful.

I hadn't remembered the plane flipping over. I thought, Is that really how it's going to happen? I don't know if I can take it!

But the plane flipped over and crashed into the water. As it flipped over and crashed, I seemed to be separated from the whole situation, as if only imagining in my head all the different painful possibilities of being flipped upside-down in an airplane, crashing my head against the ceiling, etc.

There was a lot of panicked feeling, but it all kind of faded away. The scene faded into my brother and I floating in the boat on the canal. We had drifted out toward the center of the canal. We sat up and began rowing our way back to the sides.

There had been some huge storm and flood in the canal. My brother and I had barely survived. But the water levels were now back to normal. Things were calm.

We were rowing our way to a portion of the canal that was light with morning light, not dark, like the previous portion of canal (still) was. We rowed in the water between two long, wooden docks. On the platform at the end of and between the two docks stood the Arabic man. I realized that the advice this man had given me had saved me and my brother.

I somehow left my brother on the front end of the left dock. I rowed back toward the end.

I approached the man. He either reached out or bent over to help me up to the dock. He also had an object in his hand. It looked like some kind of NERF toy. It was a hot-pink circle outline against a black circle of fabric, like some kind of pad for catching velcro balls.

I was very grateful for the man's advice. I wanted to prove it in a really personal way. So I asked the man, "How do you say 'thank you' in Arabic?"

The man asked, "Arabic?" He stood up and looke a little confused, maybe even uneasy. I noticed that a couple other men were with the Arabic man. They were all doing some kind of work in the city behind them. The city may have been white stone buildings or more of the wood-frame structures. The whole scene was bathed in gentle, yellow sunlight.

I was worried the man wasn't Arabic. But he finally answered something like, "Meretas," or, "Muhretas."

I was still in the boat, rowing back toward the front of the dock. The man walked alongside me, or a little behind, on the left (as I had approached them) dock. The man and I were discussing something.

I was working a little too hard to make the man feel at ease. I still felt like I had somehow offended him by asking him how to say "thank you" in Arabic. I felt like he now also regarded me suspiciously. I was trying to prove I wasn't suspicious.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a dark bedroom. The door was open a crack, and there was also a slim window running along the right (my right) side of the door. The door and window opened out to a hallway full of fluorescent light. It was like I was in a dorm room. There was a bed against the wall to the right of the door.

There seemed to be somebody walking out in the hallway. He didn't seem to trust me, or else he didn't seem to like the fact that I was around. I myself didn't quite feel like I belonged here. I may have been hoping I could get out of here soon.

I was pacing back and forth in the bedroom. I paced toward the door and turned around. I was about to start walking away from the door when the man somehow got a hold of me. He either told me or handed me a note saying that I needed to paint a bench.

I knew what bench the man had been talking about. I realized I had forgotten to paint it. This was somehow a relief to me. I felt like now I had a task I had to take care of, I really had a reason to stay here. Before, I realized, I had been almost arrogantly insisting that I didn't have to be here, as if I was better than this place. But now that I had a task, I could focus on the task and keep a humble outlook on where I deserved to be.

I was in a living room with a few other people, some of whom may have been my family members. The living room also felt a little like an artist's studio or workshop. The floor were concrete and paint-spattered. The walls were bare white plaster. The light was a very harsh, raspy incandescent. There seemed to be a TV blaring somewhere. And everybody either seemed to be busy or distracted.

I knelt down to a wooden bench about knee-high and maybe three meters long. The bench had been painted white. But either the paint had started chipping off or else the paint job I had given the bench had been so bad that I'd missed patches of the bench altogether. So I needed to fill in the unpainted patches with white paint.

I was painting the bench and thinking about painting. At first I may have been doing a good job of painting the bench. But at some point I may have wondered if it really was a good plan to put new paint among all the stretches of old paint. I didn't think the old paint and new paint would look very good together.

Then I realized that the paint I was laying on the bench wasn't actually "sticking." It would disappear only a while after I painted the patch. It seemed like either the paint evaporated away or like the paint just sank into the wood. I then realized that I had forgotten to lay a coat of primer before I lay the coat of white paint on the bench. But I didn't have any primer here.

I stood up. I had to head out and grab some primer. For some reason, Lewis Carroll was in the living room. He may have been the last person I said goodbye to before I went to grab the primer. He may have said something encouraging about my painting job so far.

I was now walking around in the parking lot of some huge shopping center or mall. It was either late night or early morning. Some of the stores were open, including a huge grocery store that didn't have any doors on its front, just a huge opening.

I walked past a few huge stores. I seemed to be confused about what I needed to get. I either couldn't quite remember what I'd needed to get, or else I couldn't figure out where I needed to get it.

I now remembered where I needed to go. But the store was closed, and it wouldn't open for a couple of hours. But I needed the stuff now. I needed to get back home and paint the bench for something like a birthday party. But I wasn't going to be on time. I somehow knew this.

I suddenly remembered that I needed primer. It suddenly dawned on me that I could have gotten primer at any time during the past few days. But I'd waited and waited and never gotten it. Now it was too late. I was desperately disappointed with myself. I had done stuff like this before in my life. Would I ever learn how to just do things on time, instead of always waiting until it was too late?

I was about to start crying, I was so disappointed with myself. But, right then, I got a call on my cell phone. It was my mom. She very quickly told me she'd speak with me in a moment. I then heard her getting on the phone with someone else. I dropped the phone from my ear and thought, Oh, god. Here's another one of these calls where my mom gets all dramatic and then tells me something that isn't bad or dramatic at all.

I put the phone back to my ear. I was walking past a store, another store with no doors, just a huge opening. So I walked inside, thinking I might be able to find something, maybe primer. The store actually looked like some kind of home improvement store.

My mom appeared to be talking to some kind of hospital, even though I couldn't hear the person my mom was talking to. My mom said something about trying to get information about my brother. He had been taken to the hospital for some emergency.

I thought that this sounded serious after all. My mom had some information on my brother. She gave it to the operator, to find out where my brother was. The info was like a room number or something. The operator put my mom on hold.

My mom came back to talking to me. She said, "Your brother has thrown himself to the ground." I understood this to mean that my brother had attempted or committed suicide by throwing himself off a multi-story building.

I said, "No," in a flat, but panicked voice. I was about to lose control of myself and start pleading, "No, no, no!" into the phone. But I didn't I was too afraid that the hospital operator would hear me (even though I couldn't hear her), think I was being disruptive, and hang up before giving my mom any information on my brother.

I walked over to an ATM to get some money to buy whatever it was I was here to buy. As I walked over to the ATM, I pulled the phone away from my ear. I had some web page regarding the hospital on my screen. The text was black, with some passages of text in tan-orange lettering. The screen was kind of like visiting or facilities information. I kind of got the impression that this place wasn't a hospital in the conventional sense.

As I got to the ATM, before I could even slide my card through, my mom was back on with the operator. She said something like, "He did? When? Well, it would have been really nice if someone had told me this earlier." It was obvious my mom was terribly sad and angry. She wanted to burst into tears. But she kept her temper with the operator, sounding pretty well composed, though slightly irritated.

I understood, before my mom even got back on the phone with me, that my brother had died. The hospital really only called to tell my mom this because they couldn't hold onto the body. They needed someone to take it away. Otherwise, they might never have called my mom.

My mom told the operator she'd be right back. She put the operator on hold. She got back on with me and said, "Your brother died at 4:15 AM this morning."

I come in to a weird circular building with Charlie, my twin brother, and another man I don't recognize. The man takes me to a series of coffins along the wall, like they were taken out of the wall. We open the first one to find tons of birds just fluttering around, like they've been dying to get out. I'm a little startled by this, and look around to find at the end of the coffin/box two birds fighting over a turtle. Charlie decides to deal with it by taking them up by hands and biting the head off of the turtle! I'm completely disgusted by it, horrified, I can't believe my eyes. We go onto the next few coffin boxes and the two birds fighting are at the end of every box. Charlie continues to bight the head off the turtle that's always there. I think it very weird that the same thing is happening at the end of every single coffin box. Other fragments from the dream include glowy sticks, and that's just about it.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 8/10
Length: ~4 Min.

I was in a gigantic factory building with my brother. Almost all of the lights were out in the building. After looking at the scene, I could easily tell that I was dreaming, I said to myself "I know I'm dreaming." So I kept saying things like "lights, on!" and stuff like that. After about 6 or so attempts, only about half of them worked, then I basically lost lucidity.

1. I'm in a dorm at college, playing the newest Grand Theft Auto game. Eventually I get bored and return to my own room, which is full of frat boys from my study abroad trip. They're rifling through my stuff, and understandably I ask them to leave. When they don't I start to yell, then threaten to call campus police. They do leave, but slowly, and I threaten the last one out with a baseball bat. After a bit of peace, one of them calls me, but I ignore the ring. Suddenly, I realize that I'm late to class.

2. I'm watching some sort of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure / Crossroads crossover movie. The main character, a guitar playing youngster, has a book of scales that he carries like a hymnal. He engages in a guitar duel with the Devil; as they play, the Devil's hands expand unrealistically to make jaw-dropping gaps, but the kid's hands do as well. After a bit of this, the kid breaks out a soulful ballad, saying he's "already used the Paganinni."

3. I'm in a swamp at my grad school, which is adorned with placards showing hunting spots for deer. It's a little before dusk, and I can't see any colors. As the sun sets, I realize that my feet are plagued with green tree frogs! I get out of there and call my parents, who say they've been in a concert the whole time.

4. I'm at the grad school rec center, watching some documentary about NCAA basketball. The players are described as "pistons in a well-oiled machine," not as people. Inspired by their fitness, I borrow a ball and start shooting (poorly). After a bit, a bunch of big guys gather around my court. It was reserved by them, and embarrassed I slink off to the elliptical room. My mom wanders into the room, saying she's been looking for me.

5. I'm at a concert with my brother and a random girl from college (A.H). The band is a rather classical one, with instruments of cello, recorder, and violin, but the players are dressed in odd anime-inspired costumes. After their set, one of the players jumps down and starts to mingle with us at a large table. He gives us snarky logic/math puzzles to solve, and I find I can't beat them. I'm embarrassed, but after the table has dissolved he comes up and apologizes to me. I say that I actually enjoyed the challenge.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was definitely a weird one... It's the longest dream I've had for as long as I can remember, even longer than one of my more recent dreams, "Escaping Puppies", which was a pretty long dream. Bare with me, I'm trying to remember all of it.

I've just left some sort of party or family get together. I have a false memory of recently being at my uncle's house or something. I'm driving a rusty old red pickup truck. (I can't drive yet IRL...permit soon, though!) I have basically no control over said truck and keep veering onto the sidewalk and onto people's lawns. Oops.

Somehow, the car transforms into this red pogo stick. I ride the pogo stick down the street that I recognize as my best friend's street. I know where her house is from here, so I hop on over to it. I see my H (my BFF), her mom, and some random lady. They're all in exercise clothes, and it's obvious they were just working out. But they seem excited to see me. I realize they're building a bedroom in their front lawn for H's little brother, who I guess has transformed back into a baby. Okay then.

I notice some letters from the alphabet, made out of wood and painted red, and attached to the side of their house. It's going to say "ABOUT", but they are missing the 'U' and the 'T'. H's mom and the random woman ask me and my brother (who came out of nowhere) to find the missing letters. There's a ton of the letters spread out on the neighbor's lawn so we start looking, but I cannot for the life of me find the missing letters.

My brother does, though. And he's praised endlessly for doing so. They put up the remaining letters, but I don't have the heart to tell them they spelled "ABOUT" wrong. Now it just says "ABOIUT".

Switch-a-roo.

I'm standing in my laundry room in my basement, alone. My sister, R, comes downstairs. She's really hyper and annoying (like she always is). She's jumping around. I'm annoyed. Why can't she just leave me alone? I tell her to go away. She does.

I walk out of my laundry room and sit on the arm of the chair. R is back. She says, "Wanna see my secret passage way to get from the storage room to the laundry room?". I'm pretty sure she's just messing around, so I say "Sure, whatever." She walks off to the storage room and disappears. I hear noise from the ceiling, as if she was crawling through the air vents.

Suddenly, she pops out of a cardboard box filled with stuffed animals. She startles me, and I throw a stuffed toy horse at her head. She laughs at me, and says "Tada! Now you try!". I relent and walk into the laundry room, where apparently there's another secret passageway. Now, it's not just me and my sister. Somehow, a ton of our friends are there too.

So, I'm back in the laundry room, and I open the dryer. It's different, though. The door is on top of the dryer instead of on the front, and everything inside is still wet, so it isn't dried yet. I step inside. The first thing I notice is a ladybug Pillow Pet. I pick it up and say, "Oh, so that's where that went!". I don't own a Pillow Pet. Anyways, now I see an opening big enough for a person to slide through at the bottom of the dryer. Everyone around me is pressuring me to go through, so I do.

Turns out, it's a slide. And it's the best slide ever. It's a full body slide, so it's like a tube. The walls of the slide are clear, but outside all I see is fog/mist. It's awesome, though, because the fog lights up different colors. It changes from pink to blue to red to green to purple, etc. I finally come out the other side, just to splash into a giant pool of water. It seems like I've fallen through a hole in the ice. Everyone that was just in the laundry room is there.

I tell them how amazing it was, and they help me out of the water. I see penguins standing around. I have no clue where I am, but I don't care.

Somehow, I make it upstairs to my dining room where my mom and her friend are sitting. I'm trying to tell my mom how awesome the slide in our basement is, but she doesn't know what I'm talking about. I show her a video on my phone that I apparently took whilst riding the slide. She begins to watch it, but it's actually a video of Jeff and Lester, two characters from the TV show Chuck, riding the slide. My mom looks appalled and says, "That's disgusting!". I turn to my mom's friend, just to notice that she took my iPod. She hacked my pass code and was messing with it. I take it back.

I have an app where you can take notes, and she had changed the title to all those notes from whatever they originally were to "Kinda Sexual". Great. I'm mad at her, but she just laughs at me. (The sad part is, I can totally imagine her doing this in real life and I wouldn't put it past her. )

Weee! Switch!

I'm magically transported to this giant mall with lots of level and different stores. Somehow, I know I'm there for a hair appointment, so I find a hair salon and I sit down in a chair. A lady says she'll be there with me in a minute, I nod, and she walks off. I look to my left and see two other chairs with people in them. I'm kinda surprised by who I see.

I don't know how many of you watch Suits, a new series on USA, but Mike and Harvey, the two main characters, are just sitting there. That's what I get for watching it right before I go to bed.

Anyways, so we're all just sitting there. Mike and Harvey are acting surprisingly...hyper.

And by hyper, I mean either drunk or high.

It's so weird to see Harvey like that especially, and he keeps cracking up for no apparent reason. So, I guess we're all just sitting there, waiting for our hair appointments, but no one is helping us. Also, apparently, Mike and I are best friends, because I keep making references to inside jokes which both make us laugh so much our sides ache.

At one point, Penelope Cruz walks up to us dressed as a nun, and she says "I'll cut your hair for you!" in a joking manner, then she's off. We all know she's actually on an undercover mission. (...)

Then, all of our relatives start arriving, but I can't seem to see any of mine anywhere, until my grandma shows up. It's super crowded at the salon. A little while later, I realize that my family did arrive indeed, and they were standing on a big platform above us along with a ton of other people. There's a big flatscreen TV, and they're all watching it intently. Suddenly, a commercial comes on for a bag of deep-fried Oreos selling for $9.99. My brother and sister are super excited by this. As they should be.

BAM! SWITCH!

Somehow, I'm back at the bottom of the rainbow slide thing where it had been like an indoor Arctic type thing. I'm with my group of friends again when I notice a ski slope off in the distance. Skiing down the said hill is just a bunch of penguins from Club Penguin, a kid's social website thing. They have the usernames under them and everything.

I'm extremely excited by this, because this means we can troll their website without actually being anywhere near a computer. I walk up to a group of penguins with my friends and we start circling them and harassing them, by dancing and making funny faces. We were all wearing these weird circle-ish sunglasses, I remember.

The penguins ignore us and start mocking us instead, saying things like "Oh, you think you're so amazing, don't you?" and I remember replying with, "No, I know I'm amazing!" and continuing to dance.

Well, that was the end of that dream. It was extremely strange, to say the least. I notice how I constantly dream of celebrities and/or TV and movie characters. I mean, I dream about my friends/family a lot, but celebs seem to be the constant main characters in my dream land.

Uhh...I'm weird.

Holy crap, I think I had my first lucid last night. I remember atleast 2 dreams, some of them are fragments, though.
I'm an orphan, I'm walking somewhere, but I don't know where. I find myself infront of a house. I'm greeted inside by a middle aged man with a beard. I soon find out that the man looks afer orphaned children. I meet a few. They don't seem to like me at first. The first thing I notice when I begin living in the house is a long water hose stretching in every room in the house.
I start accusing the man to be psycho pedophile. He keeps explaining that he loves kids and wants to take care of them. All of the kids are on his side, I begin arguing and even attack the man in a fury.
The first dream. It may not make much sense because I can't remember it in detail and remember fragments of it.
I then wake up. I lay still, barely opened my eyes and begin to DEILD. After a few seconds I get hit in the head by my sleeping brother. The DEILD failed.
I'm in a party with friends. Theres music, everyones having fun. The room was big and there was a lot of people, I only regognized a few.
I walk up to a snack bar. Theres a lot of food and a deck of cards?
I start shufling the cards. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I start screaming: I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!.
I finally realise it's a dream, fully concious I feel like I've never felt before in a dream. I never remembered the feeling of being lucid. I was happy, pumped up to do something amazing. Then I get a strange feeling. I start seeing myself in 3d person, still concious and aware of dreaming. I feel myself in my bed. I between the waking world and dreaming world and canvfully control myself in my bed. I heard all of the external sounds. I know that if I open my eyes, the dream will end. Everything goes black. My brother wakes me up again by hitting me in the face.
It took me a few hours to recall these dreams. I'm really happy that It
Didn't take me a few months to finally become lucid. But I still get this feeling that I dreamt being lucid. Sorry if this entry doesn't make
any sense.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well, I was really hoping for a lucid last night...instead, I think I only got semi-lucid. In fact, now that I think back, it didn't feel that strong or vivid at all and I didn't have much control, but I still had awareness.

In the beginning of the dream, as far as I can remember, I was sitting in this giant outdoor food courtyard with my dad, brother, and sister. We were sitting at a cement like bench table. It was dark outside. Suddenly, a giant blue and white bus drives by. My dad points out, "That looks like a Russian bus. Gotta watch out for those." As we're sitting there, we're gradually noticing more and more of those blue and white buses drive by, and they're starting to drive into the courtyard. I ask, "What's happening? Why do they keep coming over here?", to which my dad replies, "Well, this is definitely gonna be in the news."

The dream switches. Now I'm sitting in my bed as if I had just woken up, so I guess it was a false awakening. Like I usually do every morning, I perform a reality check, and I'm surprised to find that I could kind of still breathe through my nose, although it was plugged. I'm even in denial, because this false awakening feels so much like reality. But after a few more RCs, I verify that I'm dreaming.

I tell my mom, who for some reason is standing at the end of my bed, "Yes! I'm dreaming!", and she just laughs at me like I just told the funniest joke.

I had remembered in real life wanting to find a wand and try out some Harry Potter spells, so I jump out of bed, and begin trying to make a wand appear. For some reason my dad was there, at my Mom's house, and he's sitting on the floor. I tell him, "I can get a wand and do magic tricks!", and he says, very matter-of-factly, "Ha, no you can't." I say, "Yes I can, watch!"

I begin searching my pockets and even my pant legs to try and imagine a wand being there. I guess lucidity is beginning to fade at this point, because I randomly burst out, "It's an exclusive Adam Sandler collectible wand." And guess what? I proved my dad wrong by finding this wand, although I'm not sure what it had to do with Adam Sandler at all. It was just a pen...

I say, "See! I told you! Adam Sandler is in my pants!", which, of course, causes me to absolutely crack up, because it was such a 'That's what she said' moment. My dad laughs, too.

Anyways, so I walk out to my living room, confident that it would work. I take the wand, just to notice it had now transformed into a strawberry. This doesn't stop me from trying to cast spells, though. So, there I am, shouting out things like "STUPEFY!" and "IMMOBULUS!", pointing a strawberry at my family members. They laugh at me, and I laugh along.

Now the lucidity had pretty much faded, and I woke up. I'm angry at myself that I didn't try and stabilize it when I had the chance. Grr. I should have eaten that strawberry!

Yesterday, I tried the finger tap technique before falling asleep, here are the results.
I was with my dad, he was taking me to a building which looked a lot like a bank.



The bank was in which looked like a futuristic city. Moments later, I found myself and my dad in the bank, with my brother and mother waiting for us. My dad gave each of us small metal frames, like these:



exept they were rectangles. Seconds after receiving mine, I tossed it out trough the window, braking the windows in the process. Nobody seemed to notice. We then entered some kind of vault with a glass wall. There were mechanisms on the wall, like finger print scanners, or something like that. It was black with a red screen, and a little keyboard. Both of them put their frames on the red screen, a backed away slowly. The glass wall opened like door. Now theres was a wall protected with lasers. It was my and my dads turns to put our plates on the scanners. Then it hit me. I threw it out the window, what now? My dad looked neutral about it. He looked at my and told me with a deep voice: "No phone for you". That might be because, I wanted new a new phone and was expecting to get one soon. He looked angry. I can't remember what happened then, but I woke up.
It was the middle ofthe night, I went to the bathroom, I didn't remember a thing. I thought that I would remember my dream in the morning, so I went back to bed. I was sleepy, so I thought this'd be a great opportunity to try to do a WILD. But I'm new to this dreaming thing, and forgot the instructions. I went back to bed..
I then had my second dream. It was dark and really late, if not midnight. I was walking with my classmates. We we're going trough the ussual direction we go when we go home from school. While I walked, I kept thinking to myself: Why are we going to school in summer? It felt like it was summer, but It looked as if it was winter.
We aproached the street which we need to cross to get home. Everything looked so real, like reality. But one thing was out of the ordinary. The street which is ussualy calm and more so when it's late, looked like a highway, with cars speeding at incredible speeds, lots of lights. I turn looked back to find my mates, but they werent there. I was alone. They were gone, but I didn't pay attention. I attempted to cross the street. Without looking left to right, I crossed the street without looking, with cars driving right past me. Moving along, I suddenly found 60$ in my pocket, and thought it would be great to go to the local store to get some snacks. Moments later I found myself walking towards the store. From opposite direction I was going before.
I should have gone right to left, but instead I went left to right. I approached the door and was greeted by a few of my teammates (I play baseball) Thjey acted very friendly. A second later, I found myself at the cash desk, ready to pay. Thats when I started to interact with other people and myself. I took off my hat and accidently threw it on the floor, I bent over to pick it up, but right before I could even touch it, some girl who was also waiting to pay, took it and out it in her black coat. She looked fammiliar, but I didn't pay attention to that. Then we had a short conversation: "What are you doing?", "Nothing".
Thats it, a few words. I then attempted to rip her coat open to get my hat. I succeeded. Just a second later, I found myself aware that my bagpack was also missing. I saw the girl sitting on the counter. She looked frightened. I then saw that she was sitting on my bagpack. I pushed her away and head back out trough the door. I the had another conversation with her, but i can't remember what either of us said. But I think she was apologising. I the proceeded to go home, without spending any oney. Afain, everything looked like in the real life, exept a few details. It was day outside. Completely bright. The other thing that was strange was the houses. They were spraying water trough their roofs. I thought it was strange, but didn't pay much attention. Moving on, just as I was about to reach the corner my house is supposed to be, the dream ended, I woke up.
Whe I woke up, it was morning, I didn't remember a thing, so I laid down, closed my eyes and tried to remember the dream. After almost falling asleep again, the memory of my dream appeared.
Hope this dream made any sense, I'm not used to writting walls of text and I never recalled two dream before. I should try the finger tap method more often.

Last night, I had a couple different dreams, but the ones I really remember well enough to recount are the last two.

I skateboarded into town with my brother (which I have actually been trying to leanr how to do). And I spent the longest time trying to set the skateboard and my helmet in just the right position before leaving them to go walk somewhere.

We walked to the public pool (oh btw, this isn't actually a town I've been to in RL). At the pool we had to go through the gender-seperated locker rooms. So I just went straight through mine and waited for him on the other side. While I stood there, I saw people who were taking turns walking into a wall the a projecter was shining on, and when they did they became apart of the music video that was being projected. The music was really loud so I kind of started dancning a little without realizing. Haha.

My bro took forever, so I eventually joined a couple of kids my age in a word game that I didn't understand. Haha. One of them was a character from a TV show (and that's why i felt comfortable just joining the game because I recognized him). When I walked over the other person was a girl I used to be friends with in middle school named Michelle, but the less I paid attention to that DC she then became just a random guy.

Finally one of my friends Marina showed up, like she was looking for something, and I had a feeling she was the person I had been waiting for (apparently forgetting about my bro). So I sat there at the table, and she sat across from me and I just waited to see what she was up to so I could join her. Although, she seemed not to notice me much.



The other dream is a little more vague, but it felt extremely important while I was dreaming it. I don't remember the beginning of it, but I would switch perspectives between myself and a girl, a little younger than myself.

There was some sort of freedom movement that the girl had somehow become the... symbol of. She was on a quest to meet these sacred animals (a male and female pair) who were black and were somehow related to lightning, and they were either some kind of wolf or bear... I can't remember it too well.

So, while I was her, she/I became spirit more than matter and was able to fly across the terrain looking for these animals. I remember picturing what I was looking for, but I couldn't find it. So "we" kept flying and flying and we crossed a border into a territory of bad people that were actually looking for her. But they couldn't see her spirit form.

So I flew back to our base camp area, but I apparently when I got back she was still in, what we called it in my dream, Russia (the enemy territory). However, when I looked at a map of the area at one point, it certainly didn't look like RL Russia. So, while I was there, I became her again and I had to broadcast a reassuring message to the rest of our rebel group (of which my dad was apparently the leader/organizer). And I didn't know what to say, so I told them, "I'm not sure what to tell you. But I'm almost done. I'm in [a town name in 'Russia']. I love you all." Or something along those lines, I can't quite remember.

So I was like... her medium, that allowed her to be in two palces at once I suppose. Or maybe her spirit was over in the other territory while her body was still at base camp and I could put my spirit into her body. I'm not really sure.

And that's about all I can remember... It seemed like I had pursued the animals before in a dream and succeeded, but this time I couldn't concentrate or remember well enough to do it again. But I remember knowing it was an honor and great experience to meet them and I was getting frustrated that I couldn't do it for these people in this time of need.