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Sorry if this one is all over the place rather than the usual story form.

The past 2 nights I have had a similar dream with 2 recurring themes - 1. I had to go back to high school to pick up some credits I missed (I didn't actually miss credits, I think the recurring theme of having to go back is because I took the easy courses - algebra rather than calculus, etc.) and 2. North Korean or Chinese armies were trying to take over the country. Last time I dreamed of an attempted take-over it was Russians. Sometimes I don't know who it is. Sometimes it's American military just trying to put a strangle-hold on the people.

In my dreams both last night and the night before, I started off at school. The two were so similar I will just tell you about last night from here on out:

I am at my old high school. I'm sitting in a writing class and trying to help a friend with some poem she's working on. This time, some of my old classmates are there, too, wanting to pick up extra credits. The teacher is pissed because some of the students are acting up. She's standing there lecturing on behavior and the rules. My friend and I are trying to decide whether we want to walk home or ride the bus. An announcement comes over the intercom. The principal says something along the lines of this: "Please avoid the buses and the front exit if you can. It's happening here, now, too. They're taking kids out at random. Just try to get yourselves home. The buses are dangerous. They're concentrated at the buses." Immediately, I am worried about my husband. I am wondering if they are at his work, or if I will get off this campus alive. I'm afraid I'll never see him again, so I start trying to think of ways to sneak out and get to a vehicle so I can drive to where he is.

There are soldiers all around the school. Most of them are outside. I try to convince a few friends and random kids to come with me, but quietly, and some of them do. We sneak down the back stair well, the one that was blocked off and locked when we were kids. We know that if nothing else, there is a window in the stair well that leads to the side of the school, straight into a little woods where we will come out reasonably far from the school. We make it down the stairs and out the window. We run up to the little woods, but I get there first and hear gunshots as I go. I look behind me and see that some of my companions are down and others have split off and are running back towards campus. I want to continue on my way, but when I look just inside the little woods I can see that they've lined up coffins just inside the woods and I'm completely freaked out. I turn and see one of the teachers from my school, but she's smiling and pointing a gun at me and telling me to get back to the buses or she will take me out herself. She says she's going to let them know I'm a trouble-maker.

She leads me back to the buses at gunpoint. I see that my choir director is doing his best to load kids onto buses safely and let them get off the campus. I jump onto the bus he's on and ask him if they can drop me off just about anywhere there are cars. I am figuring that with everything that's going on, stealing a car wouldn't be a huge deal and I can get to my husband. The bus is just about to pull off when the teacher with the gun gets on. She shoots a little kid right next to me straight through the forehead and then turns her gun on me, but my choir director nudges her just as she fires. For some reason, even though it just killed the kid next to me, this time it's just a BB gun and the BB goes into my eye. It doesn't hurt as badly as I think it will, but I can't see well. I pretend to be in horrible pain, and she decides that I will suffer more this way and gets off the bus.

We finally leave the campus. The driver agrees to take me all the way to my mother-in-laws house, where I decide I will just use her car and go looking for my husband. But before I can leave, the whole neighborhood full of people is asking me to help them, to tell them what to do because they know the soldiers will be there soon. I try to tell them to hurry and gather up any canned goods, weapons, matches, whatever kinds of survival gear they can find and head for the National Forest. I tell them I will be there, but I have to go find my husband first. They say they want to stay and fight, and I try to explain to them that they can't... that they can only hope to escape, that they will never be able to maintain their neighborhood. There are no police or American military to help us. I eventually just have to hope they will listen to me, because I have to go find my husband.

And then, just as I am driving off to do so, I woke up.

I was in my 80s Chevy Caprice Sedan and I parked it in a parking lot. I later drove it into a flooded area and then got out and pulled it from the tail end, Out while swimming backwards and up a ramp but it turned into a 50s car by this time.

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A guy in an 80s Chevy Caprice 2-Door which was Red drove it fast and above the speed limit in roads similar to those around Pittsburgh; I don't recall the police much. He sometimes slammed into other cars with enough force to make it look like they were made out of styrofoam impregnated with helium and I was surprised that with all the damage the car sustained, it was still going. The car flipped and twirled around like a top some times and it was once in the wrong lane going backwards slamming into at least one car. Eventually the driver went into a garage and drove into a restroom and closed the door, Saying something like "Hello, What's this?"...

After that, He walked out of a Walmart restroom as a blond woman, Now being a transexual. There was a magazine about that sort of thing on display and as she now walked toward the exit another woman asked her if she was one to which she said yes and answered other questions, Then another woman asked more questions and apparently the trensexual was me because there was a question asked about one of my uncles to which I said yes but then said "I don't know if he's still alive".

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I think there are other bits about a Walmart and they're not all clear now.

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At another point I saw a bedroom and a man who I know managed to fit a (Small kid's toy version of a) 80s Chevy Caprice Station Wagon in to it and it was driven around until it got stuck in a corner. I'm wondering now why there was a wall between one section of the bedroom and a table.

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 7
Level of Realism: 2
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

At first I could only remember the second half of this dream, and as I was recalling it I remembered the first half, which is quite remarkable for me. I only remember the following beginning to the dream, but not how I got there:

I drove my car to a gas station at the end of this road in LA, it didn't look like anyone had been there. I was running late for my class, and something was wrong with my car. I pulled up next to a gas tank on the side furthest from the road, and got out. I noticed that where the headlights were, they were raised up and out like a 90's Nissan 300zx. This was strange because I drive a BMW, but a few years ago I owned a Datsun '82 280z. I didn't think much of it, but knew I had best fix it while it was on my mind.

I realized how late I was for my class, and decided to leave the keys in the ignition, car running, and walked into the gas station. After a few minutes I realized it had been a couple of hours that I had been inside in my class, even though it only felt like a short time. My class was now over but there was another class immediately after mine. The owner of the place who told me her name was Laurie was holding a folder and asked me to stay to help with the second class. I then see my friend Andrew, who teaches another class that I assist with sometimes walking through, and he's talking about how he has to start his class right at 8 PM for the kids, and he wished that he could have the class be two and a half hours long instead of four.

It was also very dark in the gas station, and there was gym equipment all round, but people used it like normal furniture. Andrew walked out and Laurie came over to me and showed me to the other room, where there was a class about to begin for little kids, and all their parents were sitting around the room. The teacher, who is a casting director that I seem to know, begins talking to the parents, telling them what the class will be about. Laurie tries to ask me several times if I could assist the teacher for the class today, but I keep ignoring her. She asks a final time and I tell her that I can't because I have a meeting at a studio to go to.

She said "now?"
I replied "not this second".

She then tried to find a volunteer to assist the teacher. A boy I know that commonly attends these classes in the real world named Stewart stands up and says he will do it, then the casting director says "OK yeah I love Stewart".

He then said something cocky as I'm walking out the door about being the best assistant. I said something in reply to him, and returned my car.

I see my car with the engine on which worries me because I had been inside for too long and had forgotten about it, and thought someone may have stolen some of my things from inside, but the door was locked, and I had another key in my pocket. I unlocked it and got in the driver seat but the car was driving like a cylinder was misfiring. It was a narrow and hard turn to pull out of the gas station, and I almost hit the wall with my front end. I backed up, and completed the 3-point turn.

As I'm going down the street for about 3 seconds, my car disappeared and suddenly I'm on foot. I didn't have far to go to wherever I was going. I was walking down a street in Hollywood, it seems like a normal studio I was passing, but then I started to notice weird statues ahead, and trucks on both sides of the road with lots of large 10 gallon buckets (The kind you would get from Home Depot to fill with paint or cement or something) filled with white liquid. I heard a voice talking to me as if I was on a tour of an old factory, it was telling me that it was milk, and this was a dairy factory. As I continued walking up the street, I noticed the statues on my right again. They were behind a tall white fence, and they were statues of cows. Most were brown, and were being milked by workers. It reminded me of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I continued walking for a minute until I got to a small side of the road kind if pub.

I walked inside and it was very dimly lit. Brown walls, with no posters or advertising. There was a long counter/bar like at Subway when you tell the person what you want on your sandwich. There was a man about in his 20's on the employee side of the bar, and he began to make me a sandwich. We were talking for a bit, and then we began to jokingly arguing, and he began to pick up food from the Subway bar and threw it at me. He then threw more and I started to pick up some and we had a food fight for a minute. Then his co worker said something to him and we stopped. I sat down in front of the bar/counter at a table and chair and waited for my sandwich to be finished. I looked up and to my left as I heard someone walk through the door, and it's two large guys who walk right up to me and look mad, like they were sent there to collect some money from me for some reason and I was late on a payment... like I was in a Godfather situation.

I have a friend who lives in Canada who I talk to regularly but haven't seen in person since I was little. The guy on the right looked just like him, and I called out to him using my Canadian friends nickname. He looked down at me and I realized it wasn't him. Then my dream fluttered for a second, and I awoke to my alarm clock.

All in all it felt like this dream lasted about 2 hours, which is abnormally long for me.

This dream doesn't worry me at all, but what could be some of the possible dream signs from it? I'm trying to learn more about my signs or tells that I'm in a dream so that I can recognize them more often. I saw quite a few things in this dream that I regularly interact with in the waking world, such as the class, I regularly attend these classes and assist the casting directors. I know Stewart, even though I've not seen him in a while. Same with Laurie, and Andrew. My old car, and my new car, and Subway, which I eat at regularly when I'm in LA. (Currently in Georgia for the summer)

I'd appreciate any and all help since I am new here! If it's any help, I just started setting alarms to go off every hour so that I can perform the "nose plugging" reality check, and get into a regular habit of doing it. I also sometimes in between alarms randomly think of it, and perform the reality check then too, just in case I'm dreaming. (Which of course I'm not). I also check my surroundings, because it seems that having poor lighting may be a dream sign...? And I'm also starting as of today using the All Day Awareness technique.

Thanks!

I totally blew past my WBTB and woke up at around 5:30AM. I decided it was too late for a real WBTB so I focused on WILD. I guess I was too sleepy to be successful but something stuck because around an hour and fifteen minutes later I have two strange in dream DEILDs.

#187 - 6:45AM - DEILD?

I have false awakening but think I am really awake. I feel sort of like I am in sleep paralysis but I have no vibrations. I begin visualizing getting out of bed and I feel like I am really making a transition. I am aware of both my physical body and my dream body. I am on my right side and I continuously try throwing my legs over side and scooting out of bed but it's like my upper body weighs a thousand pounds and won't move. Finally I begin visualizing walking and soon it feels real.

Suddenly I get vision and I can see that I am standing on my front porch facing the morning sun. There is a beautiful jungle scene in front of me that is hard to describe. I see dense green foliage and trees but they look trimmed. There is like a type of tree limb ceiling above me and the sun on the horizon is peeking through. I pause and look at the vivid surreal colors before continuing. I realize that I have no lucid task in mind so I decide to just go exploring.

As I walk forward I notice that my vision is cut to 14:9 like on a wide-screen tv. For some reason I know that my vision will come in full once I leave the jungle and enter the full sunlight. There is some brief blindness as it does so and I stare at the sun. There is something odd about the sun. Shape... color... I don't remember. I look away and see several daytime moons in different phases clustered together in the pale blue sky. Most of them look waning crescent but one or two look last quarter and waning gibbous. I count them. 1,2,3,4,5. Wow 5 moons. I must be on another planet! I think about flying to one but they are so faint and pail that I worry I'll just get lost up there. I see another lone waning crescent making 6 moons, but seems to be in flux. It's not quite sure if its full moon or not. Suddenly, I realize I am conscientiously doing this so I leave it.

I turn around and see 20th street. I walk out into the empty street and as soon as I do I see something like a blue Prowler coming toward me. I stand my ground to let it hit me. There is a slight bump but it passes right through. I play with several other cars like this. I wonder if I can plant my feet on the grill of one and carjack like I did in a previous lucid but they all continue to be phantoms. Or perhaps I am the phantom. For some reason each car makes me levitate a little. I float around a bit and have a possible false memory of having a lucid earlier in the night. I remember having trouble flying and was swim flying with little success.

I get tired of playing in the traffic and notice that there is an empty lot with several storage trailers on the other side of the road. I decide to see what is inside them. But on my way over there I see that strange woman that I saw when we went grocery shopping in waking life. She is crossing the street the other way on a bike, eying me suspiciously. I rush over to her and for whatever reason I call her a few derogatory words. I pull her off the bike and pop open her blouse. "Yeah let me see some black titty!" Before anything else happens the scene fades.


I am fooled by another false awakening. I get up and do something. I'm not sure. My wife says something to me and I tell her I had that I just had a lucid dream. "So." was her only response.
"Whatever I'll just do it again." I lay back down and feel like that I can OBE on the spot at anytime. I relax and get back into the same SP transitional stage that I was in previously.

After a few moments I am fully lucid and heading back out the front door. This time I decide to go around to the back. I realize that I haven't messed around the alley too much in my OBE's. I do just that.

When I get there the sky is dark and the alley is much different than waking life. The neighbor's house looks like some saloon from Red Dead Redemption and the area reminds me of familiar dream location. I make my way up some exterior stairs onto a balcony, then around to the front side and in the house through an exterior door. There is a long dark hallway in front of me. I just continue on in the total darkness trying to see. I think they must still be a sleep so the lights are just off. In a second I see an open door to a bedroom. The sun is coming in the windows and the room is brightly lit. The flooring is pristine natural colored hardwood. The only piece of furniture in the room is a large bed with a cream colored comforter. There are two lumps under the blankets. I don't want to do anything too weird here (like the last segment) so I run and jump in between them on the bed. I wanted to shock and scare them as a prank but as soon as I hit the bed I have yet another false awakening. Before I can make anything of it, I wake for real.

10/6/12

1. I am lucid in a house. In the dream, I gain the belief that it was a house built by and for shared dreamers to meet in. I walk outside in the rain as my lucidity weakens. The dream becomes unstable. The setting changes.

2. I walk to school while it is raining. We are instructed to jog around the school. At the end, I walk up to the attic to get more water for the students, but someone else is there. He is a teacher and raping a female student. She is passed out. Another girl walks into the attic and sees it too. He catches us, and makes us promise not to tell. We find a secretary later and tell her against his commands. Before he is arrested, he finds us and threatens us. We run away from him, and he is holding a knife.

3. The scene changes again back to the rainy setting as I walk to school. I am in the gymnasium, gaining full lucidity after guiding my little sister to an exit. I walk with her through the crammed boarding of the passageway out, but the thunder causes the wall to splinter, cracking my sister's head open with the forceful gashes of wood. At that, I experience a spike in clarity, followed by a total collapse of the dreamscape. I give up my lucidity in the hope that I can continue the narrative untouched by my consciousness. Five interns were killed because of the teacher escaping from the police car, and relieving homicidal rage. Then, as I am walking to school after my sister's funeral, I am cut off by a woman grieving about the death of her husband, an intern. She blames me for telling the secretary about the rape. Then she leaves, and a narrator describes the events of the dream. He describes everything as it happens in a poetic manner. I am apprehended by the driverless cars from another dream. They are less violent this time, but they stalk me across the block. When I reach the end, the narration stops, and one of the cars drives up onto the sidewalk, but instead crashes. The woman appears in the car now. She is dying. She says she will pursue me until I die. I sprint to the school, but I hear the army of cars behind me. I outstretch my arm to the gate, and the front car turns driverless once again.

9/29/12

1. I am lucid and in a church filled with people. I go outside to walk home, and I summon a car. A girl DC comes running towards me saying something. "What's wrong? Zombies?" I say to her.

"Yeah. And Clay," she responds. I don't know what she means by this, but I think she meant golems. She gets in the car and warns me to throw all of the trash out of it and to just drive away from the Church. She gets in the front seat. We drive away, but she doesn't feel safe. She gets out of the car and many vehicles speed past her, intentionally hitting pedestrians. She runs to get back in for her safety, but a bus stops between us, cutting her off. I get out of the car to help her, and we agree to meet up at the next block. We run with the driverless cars trying to hit us, but I am scared a car will come up on the sidewalk. The road is hectic now, and I cannot see the DC. I lose lucidity. Many cars crash into each other in feud. I reach the corner with our car now long gone. I cannot find the girl. I am isolated, on the sidewalk, of the traffic jam. I see the DC, and she runs maniacally to try to get to the sidewalk, but the cars drive to her, flinging her into a parking lot, dead.

2006

1. I am somewhat sure that I am dreaming. I begin to drive in a car. The police come. They chase me, and express their intent on destroying my lucidity. It was as if my unconsciousness wanted me not to realize I am dreaming.

2. I am coming out of a club, and then I get arrested by the police for "being lucid in a dream" as I try to run away.

Dreams are like fast cars for others. My dreaming mind added the "for others caveat" since I am not one to enjoy race car driving in waking life. Though I might enjoy it in a dream. I do not consider myself a good driver, though I am certainly competent enough, and I do need to drive every day. Just like we are inside airplanes we are inside cars. I am often in the drivers seat though given a choice I prefer my husband to drive - yes, this is probably not the best metaphor for me. More self-esteem issues around driving. Although even pancakes have some self-esteem issues for me: I feel my mother-in-law makes much better ones than I do.

12.22.2012

Prison Camp and Dying for the First Time (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Just a mere nap, and I have this crazy experience, damn, it felt like it was at least a 10 minute dream, or even more. It felt so condensed, a lot of gaps in between, but those parts I recalled had huge significance in my overall experience.

And I died, which is a first thing, and I was in prison, so obviously, my feelings of being trapped is related to how I feel about people in general and the image I'm trying to sustain, but knowing that trying to do so might actually send me into deeper and more difficult tasks to get out of.

I was meditating, and what a perfect dream to signify that I'm trying to get out of, my thoughts and attachments of life.......And to finally reach freedom in this dream was so amazing, until a small ad hoc of soldiers shot me down like I was nothing.

Now on to the dream. There's a lot of sexual references here, but there wasn't anything sexual, just a lot of representations of how I conceptualize certain things, and the mere mentioning of that representation isn't going to be a bother, except the death of course, or it could be a joy to some sadists.

So, let's go on with the dream.

I'm on the run, I don't know where I am, but I do have a weird connection to this place and the nooks and crannies of a few specific areas. It's like a dungeon, and I'm constantly finding myself going up stairs, random hallways, reaching upper levels where there's natural sun light, but never going too far into the light.

My mind is mixed at this point, so many interchanging thoughts at once ranging from the fear of possibly being found out, captured, and recieving a more cruel punishment for endorsing the escape of other prisoners. I felt I had obligations, but at the same time I felt I needed to engage in this neutrality of trying to help others or save myself.

I needed other people to find ways to know more about the large Prison/Dungeon Camp I'm in, and the gargantuan size of this area, the many areas within it, all too much for one person to even conceptualize possible escape tactics for freedom.

There's too many things going on at once that it's hard to keep track off and make it into a cohesive and comprehensible chain of events. I remember someone in a black latex suit, a female, probably resembling Catwoman, that I would end up helping or trying to avoid.

Her role in this was temporary, and I feel I also met Robin as well, but his purpose fades away quickly. There are guards coming after us, and I remember that each time that I run, I end up going to a specific set of stairs that leads me to a myriad of paths that I can take.

I also noticed that there are anal toys laid of on the right side about 2 feet away from double doors consisting of dark red colors with 4 rectangles going vertical formed as if they were split from a bigger rectangle on the door.

Seeing the anal toys kind of bothered me, and I won't go into full description of what they looked like. I remember running up stairs that are made of concrete or some kind of gray marble materials with a red carpet in the middle of the stairs going all the way up and down the areas of this huge prison camp.

When I go through the double doors, random things happen. I remember falling down a deep ditch, feeling perfectly fine, and them climbing my way up to get to more doors to have to choose randomly.

Basically, the whole dream was full backtracking and pinpointing important locations and adding on to the mental map I had in my mind. It involved a lot of practice, a lot of trail and error, but I eventually learned the nooks and crannies and found myself at higher places in less time than I thought.

Then I tried helping a few random people escape, and when I tried to escape, I felt I needed to go back to the prison to help more people.

I don't know why, but I just felt I had to be responsible for saving some people. I keep using that area with the double doors and the anal toys randomly placed 2 feet away from the doors as the major reference point because I know anything beyond those doors is has subjective outcomes.

I eventually meet an old man who I'm confused as to whether or not I'm helping him, or he's helping me. Anyway, after escaping guards inside the large building, I head outside and find an Asian man is coming inside the base.

The electrical wired fence opens, and my perception of it opening or closing is a bit skewed. It looks like it's opening, and the old man dashes for the gate as the Asian man goes through it; he's wearing a gray hoodie, and he looks like he's in his mid 20s.

I can feel the electricity surging in my hands for a while, but I took my hands off the fence quickly and dashed a bit to avoid it completely closing in on me and possibly shocking me.

I follow the old man while looking both ways on the highway.

The cars are kind of going slow at the moment, and I head to the left side of the highway where the rough part of the part is. I see a vehicle that crashed for a while now, and decided I should hide there , but I wanted to catch up to the old man.

I saw soldiers coming up, and as I'm trying to play things off like I'm a normal citizen, things start getting hectic. I turn to the right to get a peek of the soldiers, they were wearing dark gray uniforms, and they're holding to old rifles that look like they were from U.S. Civil War times.

A random soldier starts screaming, and everything goes in slow motion for me. I turn my face to see what's going on, when in fact the soldier is screaming in a foreign language while pointing at me. I become shocked, and I tried to run, but it's too late.

The soldiers, at least 10 of them, shot me right where I was standing. I immediately drop on the floor with no control whatesoever, and I remember being dragged immediately by someone, and that's all I remember.

DJ Log: December 2, 2012 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am standing in a garage talking with a couple other guys about car stuff. Suddenly, a couple strikes of lightning flash nearby. A brief moment later, lightning strikes the church steeple across a field behind the garage a few times. After a short pause, the lightning strikes repeatedly for about 10 seconds. It sounds like a machine gun firing as it is striking repeatedly and rapidly. Then, it stops just as quick as it started.

The other guys in the garage don't seem impressed, but I'm a bit wired because that was the some of the wildest lightning I have ever seen. They are just acting like it happens every day. I just roll my eyes and go back to talking about car stuff. One of the guys asks me to help him put on a seat cover. I get in the back seat and he gets in the front. He takes off the head rest and starts to slide a cover over the back of the seat. I pull it down from the back and fasten Velcro straps at the bottom.

Suddenly, lightning begins another rapid sequence of striking. It strikes the smoke coming from a smoke stack on a factory to the side of the garage. I quickly retrieve a small Flip camera, then I turn it on and begin recording. I hold the camera slightly out the window and can see the lightning arc travel from the sky and strike the smoke coming out of the stack. The lightning is striking repeatedly and so fast that it is nearly a constant arc. I can see the name Bondhaus on one of the stacks.

As I hold the camera, some of the lightning strikes closer and hits the power lines beside the garage. I ask the guy in the front seat to wind up the window. He just gives me a funny look then continues to adjust the seat cover, ignoring me and the lightning. Suddenly, lightning strikes the camera. I look at the screen and it is still recording. There is another really bright flash, and I suddenly wake up.

9/14/2012

I had several dreams this night. The first one was not lucid. I dreamed that my right leg was covered in gross patches. It progressed later on to be covered in fungus that spread and pussed when it was messed with. It was super gross and it was hard to get back to sleep because it was so vivid that it felt real.

This was followed by several quick lucid dreams.

The first one I don't remember a whole lot of. I was following a guy through an alley and a cat jumped out of the dark and scared me awake.

The second dream I spent the whole time trying to fly.. I only managed to glide a little bit a foot or two across the ground. Still more successful than any other flying attempts.

In the third dream I was riding in a car at night with some friends. I looked up at the stars and wanted to fly so badly. Since I knew I was dreaming I decided to take a risk. I opened the car window and leaned out. I knew i would either fly or I would hit the pavement at full speed. I closed my eyes and leaned the rest of my body out of the car. When I opened my eyes I was floating. I was so excited. I willed myself to fly higher and I was successful. I began flying straight up at really high speeds. I flew up through the clouds and into the atmosphere. Then for some reason I stopped being able to fly and fell for several minutes. It was also awesome. I have been skydiving before and the sensation was almost identical. Right before I hit the ground I stopped myself from falling and remained floating above the ground. This has been my best flying to date.

I am riding in a white van, even though I was looking at if from the outside,
I knew that I was in it because I could feel my body in the seat.
It is night time and we are riding on the highway. On the way, we reach our exit and it
happens to be a sharp drop that curves like a twister. We start down it
and I receive that twisting feeling in my gut that happens when
I ride roller coasters. I become uneasy, and start to get a litt ebit scared, until
finally we reach the end and as soon as we do the dream skips.
Now I am looking through my body and it is a still scene
as if i'm looking at a picture. It is night, the moon is shining,
there is a fruity drink with a fruit lodged on the edge and all
I can see of my lower body is a silouhete. The dream skips again.
This time I am back in the white van looking from above and now
we are heading back up the twisting road and the feeling from when
we were going down creeps its way back into my gut.

Everything may not be in correct order...

I remember I was in this like play, and I was an adult female. A creepy guy was beside me talking about something, then I guess he scared me, as I went above into the air vents, and he followed, I remember spraying something on him, don't remember what it was. Skip ahead, I wanted to go to this one secluded island off the side of NYC, and I was trying to make a getaway, but I was stuck listening to this guy..He offered to help me, but I didn't trust him. I sneaked away, onto a nearby island, and decided I needed to get somewhere specific. I floated into the air, scared at first not knowing if I could control it, but then I figured it out. Fists forward, superman like but with both fists, I found flying downwards brought my up, up brought me down, left and right worked fine. I could build up a lot of speed, but never got too far into the sky. My main goal was not hitting power lines or cars, but also worrying what others were thinking of someone flying past them while they were driving. I fly all the way to one corner of town, and stop as it is getting dark, and I am getting tired. There is an antiques shop, and an old restaurant. I tell the guy trying to help me over cell phone where I am, and he comes, I eat while he is on his way. I look at the things left over, I guess I got like fries and something else, the containers they were in were like McDonalds, but darker red, and old fashioned. It appears there are monopoly stickers on them, so I read them, one said "Discount on blah blah" The other one was free shake or something like that.

So the guy comes over, I steal his car(rude..), find a few things inside throw them out, and run the car into a 20 foot deep or so ditch. I then fly away across the town, as I am on the exact other corner of the town that I wanted to be in, it is daytime again, and I just keep flying. I reach my destination, it looks like nobody has ever been on the island, I am in paradise.

I feel like there was more to this dream, like with the car, just that stop mainly, and at the beginning, that play.. I think I have been to that place before where the play was..I can feel another dream coming to me from either last night or a few nights ago, but I can't quite remember what it is about .-. Actually, it is probably yesterday's dream that I couldn't remember..

August 30

A tall building in a city. A skyscraper. I am looking top down. Cars are going up one side in one line, goes to the top, and then goes down the other side of the building. Night.

Travel. Top-down view. A train. Hometown. Mom. San Carlos. Difficult to travel. Have to take two trains.

NOTE: Just ninja's Sub Audio 1 and Reverse day

blue = day activity before sleep
dark orange = dream
red = lucid dream
Black = thoughts/notes

I kept the REM dreamer guide in my pocket and occasionally read the "REM dreamer signals inside a dream" part and visualized myself in those situations plus becoming lucid. I also did reality checks.
These are the dream fragments. I don't remember much because I had a restless night because my summer vacation ends tonight and I'll be at work tomorrow.
I again dreamed about my childhood school (what's up with that?) All the schools and classmates along my life had been mixed together in a one "blob" which had anything to do with the word association "school". Our class was discussing about some type of a school trip to somewhere. I had somehow driven to school with my current car (renault megane classic) and with a Toyota landcruiser. Some other dudes had crashed into my Toyota and the front right door had ripped off... It started snowing when I was examining the damage... I woke up soon after.
I think I had one or two false awakenings because the "REM dreamer" was not responding, until I woke up for real later that night.

I need to concentrate harder in this!