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I was with an old music teacher, a phenomenal character and wonderful director, and one of my better high school friends. Someone else was with us as well, and he was describing to me things I could work on, flaws of mine. One was, when you start to talk, you have interesting things to say, but you start out by being BORING. After a while, I went to leave, and my old director gave me a very understanding and penetrating look. I smiled back at him, but I felt fake and a little hurt.

I was back at my old school, a private Christian school. I was a new student, though it was more of a return than my first exposure. As I walked up, a friend's brother gave me a love note from a girl. I said, that's art. He agreed. I was assigned a locker, was given an American flag outfit, and puffed a cigarette an assistant manager of mine was finishing, as a couple people were smoking in the hall. I entered a social studies class, and as I went to choose a seat, I couldn't decide where I fit in. I usually sit in the back so I can see everything, but I wanted to be more focused and thought the middle would be better. I sat in the back anyway. The manager at work was my teacher. I realized I hadn't done the given assignment that everyone else had (man, really took me back to school days), so I slipped out of class. I didn't have my books, either, and decided to retrieve them.

I ended up getting on a bus and traveling down the block a ways with a whole group of other people. The only notable DC was a young, tiny red-headed, blue boy who became scared at one point. I comforted him with a hug. We proceeded to wreck several times, sometimes flipping in the air. Our bus became a semi truck at one point, caught fire, exploded, returned to a bus. I ended up running ahead of the group once we got out. I had lost one of my USA flag shoes, but I had a Vibram on instead. Everyone was fine, because my dreams like safe car wrecks like that. I re-entered my school, and a boy greeted me and said there was naught but a minute left in class, so no point in returning. I showed off my bicycle to him, and a couple friends of mine came in and got food and dishes from a stocked kitchen the school had. We talked about how nice the school had become, a scholastic paradise compared to what it had been.


Wake, sleep, dream. I was on vacation with my family, in town at the beach. We're sitting outside a building, my brother, sister and mother all go inside. I have a large piece of black paper, and I'm writing on it with my finger. It's a message to a woman on Mars. My whole family is going to a colony there, my sister longer than anyone, because it was stated she had been to the Dominican Republic (she does often travel). We return to the house, and I quickly go to the computer to email a woman, perhaps the same one. I wonder at why all I want to think or talk about is dreams (!!) and that it's good that she's my dream guide (!!). Great thing I became, lucid, or not. Missed freebie. Anyway, there's a strange segment of a hologram coming from the email that shows a couple people from school again.

Afterward, or maybe in the email, I'm in a series of music videos. In the one I remember, it was quite hilarious; I was in a flamboyant, red, pimp-like outfit with feather, a hat, the works. I have a gang, a gaggle, a skulk, a pride of people behind me, and we're all carrying drinks. We're facing off with another group. As the leader, I dramatically pour my drink, maybe a beer, on the ground. The rest of my group follows suit, but the drinks from the taller ones fill up the shorter people's cups again so they have to pour them out again. There's another segment I can't remember.

Next, I'm at home. There's a guy about my age with short, blond hair, who calls himself Patrick.. o'Leary, if I remember. He's mowing our lawn, though I end up finishing it. We make conversation, and at one point he says I might not even remember, it's not a big deal, but I had pranked him, or something of that nature. I can't remember and am confused. I ask, did I get you too drunk? He laughs and says never mind, and no. However, there's a strange vibe lingering in the air, like he's being outwardly fake but inwardly analytic. Next door, a cook at work is lying on a driveway looking in a mirror foppishly, sporting a mane of blonde hair that he doesn't have in real life. I say, hey, dude, to him. Patrick says, hey, Tony. We go inside and meet my mother on the way in. She gets a set of keys from Patrick, and is laughing and friendly but says she'll keep him accountable. I have covert plans to maybe offer Patrick some ganja now that my mother's leaving, even though (or due to how) I've quit smoking in recent days (hence the REM rebound). The strange vibe stays around, but we're quite friendly together. Before any more events transpire, I wake, disappointed to miss such a clear and present dream sign as the email.

The dream began with something incredibly strange and ineffable, mainly because the memory is so faint it's hardly there. I have this vague recollection of a feeling of pleasure, beautiful moment of some kind, perhaps the feeling I was searching for earlier in the night of my soul leaving my body (I was attempting an OBE). Worth writing down for future memory's sake.

I was at the gym at the college by my house running around the track. A co-worker told me to slow down. I did, and it felt great. I raced a friend at one point, then stopped and talked to another guy. He lent me a couple video games, a strange version of Guitar Hero and another. When I tried to play them at my home, on my computer, they wouldn't work. Guitar Hero required a birth certificate. So I went on a drive and stopped for a long time at an intersection. I might have smoked a bowl, I dunno. I journeyed forth down the road. I live on top of a hill, so I came to the dead end and found a large cathedral, a cemetery and other stone-wrought creations.

This is when the dream took a turn. I got out of my car, and there was Regina Spektor! One of my favorite artists, her voice is angelic and her musicality unparalleled. I followed her into the cathedral and we adventured a bit, making small talk. I asked, how long have you lived here? She told me she had just moved to this side of town, but she had always lived in my city. I was surprisingly cool, calm and dispassionate, likely because I was ignoring the warning bells ringing that told me this was a dream. We got back into my car, she was driving now, and she drove back down the road to my house. She needed to borrow pants, I think hers were cold and wet, as it was snowy. It hadn't been snowy before.. I tell her to let me off at my house, it's where the snowmen are. There was a large, sad looking snowman right out front. I walked inside and told my parents, Regina is here. My mom goes outside to talk to her, there's an intense, watchful man inside, perhaps a hobo, who my parents had taken in.I considered making hot cocoa, but that would take too long.

I woke, slept, dreamed, forgot, woke, slept, dreamed, forgot. Next dream I remember, there was a car wreck near my house that people were running to. I was curious, so I decided to get on my bike. Then I decided, nah, I'll just buy a car. So I bought a car online, from Apple, for $2400. It was remote controlled, because I wasn't in it (dream logic, I was definitely with the car the whole time, but it was a third person view). I couldn't find the accident, so I drove to a theme park. I was not on the roads, my car was small, like a Smart Car, and it could hop up and down. I got past some people in my way and voyaged about. There were various levels and missions I was completing, though really I kept trying to use its GPS to get back to the wreck. At one point, I talked to a boy and said, don't be like me! I spontaneously bought this car, it was a bad idea, I'm too broke to buy a car! I picked someone up, escort mission status. A large lady, she kept us safe from attacking wolves later on whenever they jumped on the car. I used the car to climb up a small mountain that had steps. We went into a city. Cars kept wrecking into me, and my car was taking severe damage, at one point catching fire. Cops came, but didn't arrest me. What a waste of a couple grand!

DJ Log: November 18, 2012 – 6:45PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: After being awakened by the phone earlier in the morning due for an emergency call, I took a nap this afternoon to try and catch up on a little lost sleep.)

I am traveling with a group of friends on a highway. I am in my car with another guy and there are a few other friends in separate vehicles. I am leading the line of us in the right lane as several vehicles pass us in the left lane.

Suddenly, a huge wreck happens right in front of me. I brake and swerve to the right and end up getting sideswiped by one of the crashing cars. This pushes my car into the guard rail, causing my car to spin around in a circle. While spinning, a small SUV strikes my front end. My car finishes the full spin and then hits the guard rail again and slides to a stop on its left side.

After a bit of struggle, I manage to free myself and crawl away from the car. My legs are hurt, so I use my arms to drag myself away from the car and into the grass. As I crawl, I push away debris to avoid dragging myself over it. I find an inflated airbag laying in the grass, so I lean against it and then try to find out why my legs are tingling and won't work. My legs look fine. There are no tears in my jeans and no visible blood anywhere.

One of my friends who was driving separately runs up and asks me, “Are you OK?” I reply, “Yes. Is the passenger OK?” He replies, “He was taken to the hospital, but he is going to be OK.” I ask, “What was wrong?” He replies, “He got his leg caught under the dash.”

Suddenly, I can feel my legs again and they start working. I ask for a hand getting up. He helps me to my feet and I am able to stand up on my own. One of the medics walks over and asks me if I need assistance. I refuse medical assistance and he walks away.

Three nights ago I had another lucid dream. I typically have one or two a week. This was my second. I was riding in a car with some friends and I was in the back seat. I looked out the rear window and saw this huge semi truck barreling down on us. For some reason it swerved off the road and crashed into a ditch flipping towards us end over end. Right before it crushed us I threw up my hands to stop it thinking "I hope this is a dream so this works". I held the truck in mid air with telekinesis and threw it off to the side of the road. This is the largest object I have tried telekinesis on. I just started researching different things to do while lucid dreaming last week. I already know how to fly and that was about as far as i had taken things until i looked up some dudes youtube video with different ideas. I tried telekinesis the next lucid dream i had and was successful in moving small objects, but this was a huge step forward from that for me. Anyway, I realized that since I could toss the truck then I must be dreaming and became truly lucid. I flew out of the car and to some major city... maybe New York? As I was flying I became curious to find out if i could use my telekinesis while i was flying. I was successful and started tossing cars off of the overpasses into the water below. I then decided to try something else that was "wrong" because I was dreaming. So I decide to try to rob a bank by opening the safe with my mind. I went to a bank and was all the way to the vault when I had the sudden urge to ask this dream character if he was my "spirit guide". I don't know if i really believe in that stuff but I figure it's worth a try anyway and have tried to find mine on several different occasions. I asked him three times as i read i am supposed to and he answered yes, but got this really evil grin on his face. His eyes turned yellow and he became demonic. Also an identical clone of him also with yellow eyes came out of a back room and they approached me. The original one said "You have potential to do great evil" or something similar to that. I freaked out and used telekinesis to smash them together and knock them out. That is the last thing I can remember. Post any comments or remarks especially if you have had any similar experiences with these "demonic" dream characters.