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Dream - Lucid

All I remember from my first dream is stretching my real body at the end of it and waking up actually stretching.

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I was in some dark woods. My mom was trying to kill me. Not just me, but a lot of people. I was trying to avoid her.

I then remember being in a dark creek bed with little water in it. My mom came from the distance, and looked over the creek at me. She told me she was going to kill me. I stuck my face in the small amount of water in he creek and pretended like I was drowning myself. I actually thought about really drowning myself while I was down there. I let out my breath. My mom saw what I was doing.
"Good.", she said.

As soon as I knew she was gone, I got up out of the water. I walked a little ways down the drying out creek bed. I saw guards behind me, searching for people. I knew that they shouldn't see me.

I also remember seeing my mom again, but it was like we were in my house now, which was still pretty dark. My mom now knew that I was alive, so I decided to tell her how I felt. I told her that I was upset with her because of what she was doing. She denied it, saying that she hadn't been doing that at all.

Then, I remember being outside in the creek bed again. I was sitting on a rock. Next to me was a small white cat. Her fur was all tattered and you could see that she had a lot of fleas; they were crawling around under her fur. I then knew that her father had gone missing, and she was very sad because there was a good chance that he was dead. I started to talk to her, trying to ask her if I could help her find her father. She just looked away from me. Then I asked her something, I don't remember what, but she said
"Because you're stupid."
I replied
"Oh? Where did you hear that from?"
"The newspaper.", she replied.
"I don't care about that.", I said.
I then started trying to talk to her about herself, trying to distract her from her sadness. I asked her what she was interested in, and she started talking about "partitioning", which, in the dream, meant hunting for very large diamonds. She started telling me about a famous "partitioner" in Argentina. She started getting very excited. I looked at her again, and she was now a girl, not a cat.

Then, I remember feeling my permanent bottom retainer in my mouth with my tongue. It then fell out in two pieces. It had never fallen out before. I spit it out into my hand. I thought about going to the orthodontist, but it was Saturday, so they were closed. Someone next to me told me they were easy to put back in. I tried to put it back in, but wasn't sure if I did it right. I felt it back in my mouth with my tongue.

I was at this one place and someone kept telling me to climb this rock and I did, and soon everyone was, my dad had some toy car that was a gift from a mercades dealerships,(he paints cars) there was a mattress in the back of a truck, the place was constantly changing.

something about animals and finding them and raising them, it was like a game that we played with a whole lot of people...
someone kept telling their dog to attack me. and then I found a dog and a cat and some other rare thing.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

This is a complete but rough draft
From a couple nights ago


Spirituality's Just a Clunky Flashlight: Surprise Gratitude

I wasn’t expecting to have another lucid dream. Not since I did the other night after probably years of not remembering a lucid dream. I wasn’t even particularly focused on it last night, I was more interested in the emotional processing of dreams I’ve been remembering.

Before falling asleep, I went into the deepest meditation I think I’ve experienced before. During this meditation I was using audio with delta binaural (as well as other aspects) for the first time. I had used the demo before, before falling asleep and having the first lucid dream in this journal. That was the first lucid dream I remembered in a long time and it happened maybe 3 nights before the lucid dream in this journal entry.

There were many exceptionally vivid visuals that arose during the meditation. I kept coming back to my breath, but sometimes would just give in to the feeling of witnessing instead, feeling like why focus on the breath if that’s not the real point? Being the Witness is. Then I would lose my deeper connection with witnessing and come back to my breath. Cyclic.

I finished the meditation, rolled on my side, and meditated a bit without audio. I jumped when my name and something else was said in my ear. It seemed like a loud voice because of my stillness, but it was a whisper as if coming from a man, a lover, behind me. It was just so real and audible that it startled me.

I fell asleep normally, not trying to WILD or whatnot.

My mom in the living room, then in my room. Us conversing throughout this. Having the sense that I’m both in my living room and in my bed asleep simultaneously. She kind of giggles at me. I wonder if she’s there with me or not, if I’m hallucinating or something. She comes to my room and I’m only there, not in two places at once anymore. My window is open and there is a breeze. I ask her to close it for me; I don’t want to get up. She starts to close just the blinds and I ask her to close the window as well. She does. (Was some man coming toward the window, flying?)

I thought, this is a dream.

Darkness, vague sense of my body and no surroundings, as if I had my eyes closed in the dream. A strong, turning slowly in bed sensation. I couldn’t control it. slowly, over, over, tipping the sensation of falling at the same time. The slow shift ended.

Walking, it is rather dark around me, a kind of muddy and empty yet dense darkness, like mist. Around something, turning, perhaps it was a small gate that I walked around.

The dream felt very ordinary. Almost disappointing.

meditated for a few breaths but then

wanted to experiment with other things

Asked to see my higher self (I don’t think I reflected on the forum thread specifically, but knew it was something I wanted to do.)

A muted gray "wheel of fortune" with different faces on it, spinning slowly. alternating panels of dark grey and darker grey. Thought it was a very fitting image for how I conceive of a higher self intellectually.

Kinda sorta looked like this

Seemed somewhat boring, too intellectual.

I asked to see what I “need to see”. saw a white light in nothing, black background.

Questioned what I was seeing, like, this? Thought of typical images of god as light.

After waking I thought of the similarities to Alex Grey’s God sacred mirror painting. Similar colors.

I looked for depth in the light but it seemed kind of boring. Again, too intellectual perhaps. On reflection, was it the center of that higher self wheel?

After thinking it was boring, another light moved into my vision as if responding to my thought. I realized it had been there but I hadn’t seen it. It was so bright when I started to focus on it. I questioned that this was really what I needed to see, thought I was just making it up. I reflected on the light being there all along, but I hadn’t seen it next to the dullish moon-like first light. The bright light fell onto the dark ground next to me. It clattered and I saw it was a flashlight.

I guess I dismissed it, that is the feeling I have after waking, and felt joy at being lucid in the dream world

I took a moment to feel gratitude and amazement at this lucid experience. I remembered a show I’d seen the other day about dreaming and how the brain comes alive with activity more than at any other time. I saw that clear image of the brain and nervous system pulsing with activity, inside my body. Deep, shimmering, pervasive gratitude hit and filled me.

Similar to the end of this video.

I felt grateful for being in this state and a deep appreciation and almost affection for my body for allowing it. It felt like this state was healing me. It was that awed, blissful feeling in dreams that I desire to experience more.

I looked around and saw a lit up tunnel in the dark distance, like a tunnel for cars. I decided to try to conjure something. What popped into my conscious mind was a baby and I immediately tried to conjure one. (Odd because in waking life I don’t feel much desire to have a baby, though I love to be around them.) The attempt at conjuring was so quick, it seemed to step on the heel of the thought of a baby. I wanted to give it love and feel its love.

A cat had already been walking up to me. Small, solid, short haired. I concentrated on changing it and a baby’s light transparent image superimposed over the cat for a second but that cat wasn’t going away. I thought about learning more about dream control and gave up on the baby thought.

The cat talked in a witch’s type voice. (Funny, now I remember that I had been listening to Ken Wilber the day before this dream and I’d thought about Ken’s voice being grating and nasal, kind of like a witch.)

The cat seemed sinister.

I picked it up, being careful not to hurt it. Held it like a baby, then shifted it into a more upright position. I thought of it being like Chaos, (my loved and peculiar cat that died a few years ago,) but no, not Chaos.

The physical sensations in this dream were very obvious. The light breeze, the cat against my chest and under my hands.

The cat said it wanted a kiss in that same crackling, grinding, deep yet high witch’s voice. I wasn’t sure if it would hurt me or not. I took its face in my hand and held its mouth closed and gave it a kiss.

I remember its teeth and the feel against my lips.

I was afraid of being bitten (the only times I’ve remembered feeling intense physical pain in dreams was when I was bitten. It has happened twice.)

It was talking like it wanted to hurt things. I kind of tuned it out while I tried to decide what to do. I thought it was talking about wanting to hurt a baby and other darkness, I could hear it but I was only half-hearing and half-aware. It kept talking on and on.

At some point I flew low to the ground

That tunnel, somewhat lit, going into it. On my feet now. The cat still in my arms. Did I put it down? I think so.

Fear and darkness, though I wasn’t completely overcome by the fear. I remember looking down to the other end of the tunnel.

The dream changed

Walking slowly through an office
many people at desks in this main room
one man I identify with emotionally as I walk by is creative
he is conjuring a model/landscape of buildings on his desk that rise up slowly and gracefully

much like the Game of Thrones intro.

The young man seemed very creatively developed but he felt stuck and repressed.

I felt myself fading out of the dream slowly, into nothingness. Nothingness for a bit. I hoped I wasn’t coming out of the dream. Heard a sound, realized it was like breathing. I still felt like I was sleeping. Still. Then I tested my breath, tried to change its rhythm slightly and felt the change, felt the air going through my nose like when I meditate. damn, I’m awake.

This dream helped me put my finger on that feeling of bliss that I’ve experienced in dreams many times that is so profound and just expansive and freeing. Gratitude. And appreciation. A deeper love than egoic love, though it is kind of like the feeling of when you first fall in love and everything is vibrant and feels like you’re bursting.

So this is what gratitude is. Fuck. I want to be grateful more! LOL. I’m grateful for wanting to be grateful, even.

So strong. I’m going to practice bringing that into my walking life.

I just felt some gratitude while saying that and it warmed my stomach (where some deep emotional knots are). Gratitude. Wow. God and gratitude seem the same at this moment.

Reminds me of a woman I know who is so vibrant so much of the time. Gleeful in a grounded and beautifully feminine way. She showed me about being feminine in a positive and not fake way, truly feminine. I’d tended toward being a tom boy before that. Well, I still do but I also appreciate that exuberant feminine side.

Now I want to love. Everything. (Dammit, bring back that creepy cat!)

It feels like the gratitude for my body and brain lit up with lucidity was what I “needed to see”. A roundabout answer to a question I wasn’t sure how to ask. Being grateful, I feel in a sense like my higher self, as discussed in the thread.

Since that dream I’ve researched practices in gratitude. Tonglen and others have appeared. My main focus is bringing it to all of my life (waking, dreaming, lucid, all). Now, can I be grateful while being with that cat or other similar darknesses? Yes, I’ve experienced that to degrees. Experienced gratitude along with protective boundaries simultaneously. I don't want to get stuck in "blank gratitude" – not consciously to the extent that I’d hurt myself with it.

The emotional tone of the gratitude in the dream and that came with me into waking life is hit on in the tone of this song.

Nothing In Between by Stuart Davis

Nothing In Between by Stuart Davis

Spoiler for Lyrics:

There is nothing in between us when we sleep
Every night the bliss begins to leak
Nothing in between us when we laugh
it’s something that our head will never grasp

It’s seen in between

There’s nothing in between your joy and mine
It’s all a lot of nectar on the vine
Joy is how my parents were entwined
and there’s nothing in between their lives and mine

We’ve seen

There’s nowhere to hide in the open Reality
Love is so wide, there isn’t a boundary
There is only one eye without any enemy
when you’ve seen in between

There’s nothing in between our skin and light
Nothing in between the wind and kite
Nothing in between our lips and grace
Nothing in between the tongue and taste

It’s seen

(Refrain)

There is nothing in between you and I
Nothing in between blue and sky
Nothing in between us and love
Nothing in between wings and doves

(Refrain)

There is nothing
in between

I was standing in front of my house at night with my GF. We started to cross the street and I looked up the hill to see if a car was coming. Sure enough, I saw bright light coming over the hill fast. I put out my arm to block her and we stepped back onto the curb.

A white van with writing on it came speeding over the hill fast. I tried to read what it said on the side, but it was too dark and the van was moving too fast. It looked to be cursive writing and a phone number in large black lettering. We watched the van speed down my hill, I was pissed, the hill went back up again at the end (contrary to real life) and it made a right turn (heading towards the garden dog street).

From around that same corner came a black cat with a white chest and faintly glimmering green eyes. It ran to our side of the street and made a b-line towards us. I started to walk back to my porch guiding my girlfriend behind me. I tried to startle the mischievous looking cat away, it was not even slightly intimidated. It sped up. We started to make a break for my front door and the cat shot directly at us putting its body between us and the front door.

As it reached the point of blocking our way in, it shot into the air as if levitating up and past the roof. Directly in front of my face. --I was started awake heart racing. I frantically looked around the room for signs of trouble or weirdness. Zip. I went back to sleep.

In my dream...
I was with my sisters, I think, at some shore-side beach town with a boardwalk and shopping malls built up around it, with restaurants and stores, stairs and escalators.
I don't know quite where this dream picked up, but we were trying to get into this swanky, special restaurant, and had to go through like a screening process. We got lucky tickets to enter, but then got zapped or shot with something, water or bullets, that left six little red welts on my stomache, lined up in a row, three on each side of my abdomen.
I was allowed entrance.
The restaurant was really pretty, on a roof top, lots of blues and whites. We didn't have to pay for the meal, yet it was a beautiful gourmet meal. Seafood.
(here's where it gets weird)
They were shooting octopuses up into the air with a cannon, and the octopuses would spin up in the air and then blimp out a parachute and swirl back down to the ground safely. They were very colorful and translucent, and it was fun to watch; but I was scared of what happened once they landed.
I was eating some seafood dish, and it was good; but then something caught my eye to the left. Some storage door opened...one of the octopuses had gotten out. He was huge, probably 4 feet tall, tentacles twisting and moving as he pushed his way out the door.
Then he looked at me. I can't explain how scary it was. His eyes were pure evil, surrounded in black, angled dramatically, furrowed furiously glaring, sheened over glossy, deep, black, angry stare. Right at me. It was like my vision suddenly tunneled and focused right on those eyes, horrifying.
I was petrified! He squirmed his way over towards us, and I think I stood up and ran. I ended up at a door, apparently some place I was staying. I now had an octopus myself, and it was on the floor, only it didn't look like an octopus. It looked like a cuttlefish, changing shapes and colors, morphing right there in front of me. Then it was briefly changed into a small, reddish-brown dog, chiuahuah sized...
I was on a ski lift, and I had an octopus around my shoulders, then it was a snake. My cat was there too, and he fell off the lift to the ground. I don't know how, but I zoomed from the chair in the air down to him, and picked him up, all the while with the snake around my shoulders. He was hurt, but he was alive.
That's about all I remember...
Definitely an odd dream with all the octopuses.


I can't get the image of the octopus glaring at me out of my head, so I'm going to draw it.
This is what one site had to say about octopuses in dreams: Octopus

To see an octopus in your dream, means that you are entangled in some difficult matter. Your judgment is being clouded. Alternatively, the octopus indicates that you are overly possessive and maybe too clingy in a relationship.

Which does apply...my relationship is shaky, and my boyfriend is really attached to me, and I might be ignoring my gut instinct that says I shouldn't be with him.

Plan: Night 3 of my MILD challenge, when I fell asleep last night I was wishing I could do something to help with the disaster down in Japan, things are such a disaster down there... I don't even have money to donate... I was thinking if I could just AP a lot better than I could use that ability to find survivors, even to find those who have passed so their loved ones could have closure. I was focused on that, and I had a lucid dream where I did just that. It felt like my consciousness was jumping from one animal to another and searching for survivors...

I am in a different place, I am lucid, but I'm not in Japan, which is what had been on my mind when I fell asleep. Instead I am on the moon, and Nomad is there with me. He says he thinks some of the people from other worlds that we are in contact with such as Washu, Q, etc. can possibly manage to communicate with the people trying to keep the nuclear power plant in Japan stable… if they can manage to communicate, maybe they can help. I tell Nomad I really wish there was something I could really do to help… He says all we can do is try. We teleport to the nuclear plant, along with the people I mentioned who are going to try to help, there are somewhere around 180 men and women rotating in and out of the plant, sea water is being brought in to cool the reactor core, radiation levels are high. Washu says the right kind of energy field can help neutralize some radiation… which is also energy… though it won't help if there is a meltdown… there doesn't seem to be a lot I can do there.

So now I am in a city, or what's left of a city. The place is a complete disaster, it looks like I was completely wrong about there being even a vague chance of finding anyone in that place who is still alive. I am having feelings of hopelessness, but since I am non-corporeal right now, I go ahead and phase through some of the rubble to look farther underneath it. More destruction… solid rubble… just a total disaster.

The dead, I only spot a couple of bodies, but there are spirits of those who have passed being drawn to me since I am in a form similar to them but still connected to a living body. They are lost and confused, some don't even seem to realize they're dead. I try to tell them they need to move on to the next world, some do so, others don't want to admit they're dead, and still others don't even believe in another world after this one. I find a survivor. Now what? She is trapped, unable to move, too weak to make much sound. I find a short way to the surface. After a short look I find a rescue dog and enter the dog's mind, a friendly dog, a good dog wants to help. The dog and I guide a rescuer back to the trapped woman. Perfect! I can get the animals to help! I enter a bird and harass a rescuer until he finally follows me to a some trapped animals that are still alive.

As a kitten, I lead a rescuer to a man and his daughter who are trapped, drawing attention with plaintive mews. Still as a cat, I find a woman buried in rubble. I can't find anyone to help, she is so deep down… and hurt too badly. All I can do is stay by her side and purr… she seems to find some comfort in the kitty beside her purring… the kitty is also crying…

I have been getting interrupted sleep the past several nights. I casually decided I could use this to enter REM instantly upon closing my eyes. I did this once recently while stressed out (Night Hike on a Freeway). This might be the first dream I ever remembered in which I was aware of being asleep prior to the dreaming beginning.

I saw an image emerging from the blackness. It looked almost like a small flower shaped hole in the dark. I could see a well light sepia tone scene emerging on the other side of it. -I became so excited at viewing a dream form from blackness that I woke up.

I laid still. I was determined to re-enter the dream. I have never re-entered a dream to my recollection. This may not have been the same dream, but the vibe was similar.

I was in the blackness, awake. A fully detailed dream location appeared. I was standing in the middle of the street looking at an old friends house I walk past on a regular basis. I lost lucidity for a moment. Then, as I watched, all these animals started to emerge from around the property. Raccoon's, cats, and then an adorable looking squirrel came hopping in my general direction. "This is a dream!" I said as soon as I saw it. (This moment is almost identical to: Super Lucid Blackbird Flying) I was thrilled. I turned around to take in the whole scene.

When I looked to my left, there charging happily towards me were four large shaggy dogs: Black, White, Burgundy, and Golden. I was so shocked by the closeness - I instantly woke up. (*)

Again I was laying in bed. I didn't move a muscle. This was not a feat of willpower, I was super tired. But internally determined to keep the dreams rolling.

I was in the blackness awake again. I saw a distorted face emerging a few inches in front of me. All at once, a mirror appeared and I was looking into it at close range. This sounds scary, but I was lucid. I started making various expression in the mirror. I looked more handsome than in real life. My skin was perfect and my flaws were gone.

(*PRECOGNITIVE*) When I woke up, I needed to pass that same house. I was planning to make it a good "reality check point." As I arrived I smiled. Looked at the house, then, I looked across the street. -My jaw dropped. Right there, about 25-35-ft ahead of where I saw them: Three medium sized dogs, black, white, golden - being walked by a 30-something woman wearing a hat.

The burgundy colored dog was missing. The real dogs were medium sized not large. I don't recall ever seeing this group of dogs before, although it's possible. I usually do pay attention to the friendly animals I cross paths with in my neighborhood.

In my first dream journal there was a tiny percentage of dreams that weren't quite precognitive, more like educated guesses Dream: 037 & Dream: 067. This 4-dogs dream is the first dream I'm aware of featuring:

1) So many different dogs together I don't know.
2) About 75% accurate and did occur asap almost at the exact location as in the dream.

I learned over the years that dreams produce: abstractions of people, mind tricks, fake conversations, illusions, distortions, false memories, etc. I never gave precognitive dreams much serious thought.


Supplements (before bed): 500mg of B5, and 200mg B6. First time trying this combination. I usually take one or the other. Generally, I've found these vitamins help with recall, but cause more shallow dreaming. This dream is consistent in general with past experiences without taking supplements.

Good afternoon, everybody. I hope everybody is doing well.

Dream #1

I was laying on a bunch of blankets on the floor in a living room. I was laying on my stomach. There might have been a bunch of people also laying in the living room with me. I could sense a cat walking toward me. The cat lay down near the right side of my head. It began purring. It felt kind of nice to have the cat wanting to sleep near me, although it was a little annoying that the cat wanted to sleep on my head.

Dream #2

I was in some plaza-like area with a woman and her daughter. The mother was youngish, blonde, with pale skin. The girl was maybe 6 years old, blonde, with tannish skin. The mother and daughter sat on some crescent-shaped bench made of concrete.

For some reason I had to go to a museum. The museum was just down the street. I was now in the museum. But all the exhibits were kind of terrible, and there was some kind of pervasive, menacing feel to the place. So, disgusted, I left.

I was now back with the mother and daughter in the plaza. The woman asked me about the museum. I was telling her good things about the museum. She said she might take her daughter there. I figured the woman wanted me to go with her, like it was a date. But I was too shy to say anything.

I sat over on some chair away from the bench. The little girl came and lay across my lap. She lay stomach down and had her shirt pulled up halfway up her back. I massaged the girl's back. I understood from this that the girl wanted me to ask her mom on a date. She wanted me to be part of the family.

I figured I would ask the mom on a date. But now I had to go to some thing like a job interview or a medical examination.

I went to the examination and came back. The mother and daughter were just about ready to leave the plaza for the museum. I figured this would be good for me. I could say that I was just going back to the museum, too, and that we could all go together. That way it would be like a date, but I wouldn't have to ask for a date.

I saw a father, possibly an older, Asian man, with his son, who was a little boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old. The boy was sitting across the man's lap somehow, possibly as the man's legs were fully extended.

Dream #3

There was some kind of snake that had some kind of material in it. When the material was taken out, the snake would become invisible. The material could be put back into the snake, but the snake would not become visible again.

I am in a room that looks like a library. There are bookshelves lining the walls and some in the middle of the room. I see a door leading to another room the looks very similar. As I enter the new room I see a door to another room which looks similar. This goes on; each new room has a door leading into another room that looks very similar but only slightly different. In one of the rooms I stop and look around. A small dog comes running to me. I do not remember the breed. I give it some attention before I go into the next room. Another dog comes running to me. I remember that this one was a miniature pug. I move along to the next room. The same thing happens again and I do not know the name of the dog breed. I know that I am alone but I hear someone say “Wow you really seem to like pure bred”. I become lucid.

I go into the next room and this one has blue walls and a dark blue ceiling. On the ground are blue pebbles that look like something that would be at the bottom of an aquarium. This time a cat comes running to me. I give it some attention then I move on to the next room. This time I am thinking of my cat Caramel who passed away a year ago. I want her to come out of the doorway. A cat comes out and it is not her. I remember that this one was grey with long hair. I remain in the same room and I try again, this time a tabby comes around the corner. I remain in the same room and try one more time. She comes around the corner. She looks frail and sick like she did in her last days of life. I kneel down and get her to approach me by putting my hand out towards her. She meows and it sounds just like she did in her last days. I begin to cry as she comes to me and I hug and pet her. The dream ends.

My roommate was replaced with a guy named Alex. He had a black cat named Sylvester. We didn’t talk to each other much at first. One night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I heard Alex murmuring in his bed. He had a stuffed lion in his arms. I knew it was named Simba because he frequently talked to it during the day… The next day, he accidentally spilled a whole container of bleach on my bed, so I helped him clean it. I joked about him doing it on purpose. He also accidentally dropped a bag of chips behind the bed. I refused to pick them up. The residents of the connecting room, Sandy and Tyler, knew Alex from high school. They were dating. They hardly ever came over to our side of the suite, but Alex frequently went downtown with them to parties. Alex had to go somewhere, so I decided to take the initiative to clean up our messy room. I finally disposed of the bag of chips. It was empty… I wondered where the chips had gone. I also washed a bunch of dishes by hand in the bathroom. They weren’t my dishes, but I was still worried someone would be mad that I didn’t dry them off and put them away.

Standing in the doorway between our bathroom and the other room, I gave Tyler a creepy stare. He was watching the History Channel. Confused and a little concerned by my weird smile, he explained that he never goes to class on Mondays. He always just watched the History Channel to learn things. I wondered if I should be doing that… Apparently, I was in the same history class. Tyler had to use Alex’s computer for something, so he came over to our room. Shortly after, we heard pained whispers behind the door.

“Help me…” a voice wailed.

“Just a second,” called Tyler. The whine repeated. I realized the door was already cracked open. Alex poked his head in. “Wow, it’s just Alex… Prick.”

“You know you love me!” he laughed. Alex was amazed by how clean the room was. He started looking for his chips.

“I threw them away,” I explained. He reached into the trash, pouting.

“But floor chips are the best kind of chips…”

“Well, no one’s been eating said floor chips, so…” Alex looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Dude, Sylvester’s been snacking on those for like a day!”

“Really?!” I was surprised I didn’t notice…

“Dude! You ate my donut?” Alex asked Tyler.

“Yeah… What of it?” replied Tyler.

“Nothing, just saying…” He stared sadly at the half-eaten donut in the trash can. I sensed that he was considering eating it. I decided to go to the bathroom, and Sylvester followed me in. The cat started unrolling the toilet paper while I was urinating, so I sent him away. Then he hopped in the toilet itself – before I could flush down my waste. “This cat is psycho…” I flushed it with Sylvester inside the bowl, hoping he was too big to get stuck. The cat ended up with his head and front paws sticking out of the bottom of the bowl. He was soaking wet and could hardly pull himself out… He managed, though. After shaking off his back feet, he trotted back into the room. Alex cracked up when he saw what had happened to Sylvester. I secretly wondered if the cat could talk… Tyler and I discovered a stuffed warthog that played recorded sounds. Although it takes us a minute, we realized they were all recordings made by Alex when he was a kid. He had kept this since he was a child.

Dynamite Town

I’m flying! I’m close to the ground, no cars, just a big long road in the country surrounded by yellow and orange autumnal trees. I let my muscles go limp and the wind takes me higher, passed the power lines. If I go too high I get a little nervous I’ll never come back down, so I stabilize myself a few feet above the power lines. “It feels so good to be flying, finally,” I say.The wind is warm and everything feels exhilarating.

A tiny voice in my head starts talking to me: it’s my mom! I lose lucidity. She wants me to go get “Cochla root” for my dad, who has a bit of back pain. I need to go to the medicine woman we see for the herbal nutrition we buy from her.

Luckily, my school is having a trip to the same area today! Now I’m on a bus, looking out the window. We’re here, in the little mountain town where she lives. I call it a “boomtown” but for other reasons: all around us, people are working with dynamite in the mountains to access the gold and coal that are inside. The surroundings are all dirt and mud with laborers outside on this particularly rainy day. The houses are scattered boxes on the fields passed the dynamite lands. The bus rides through on the only paved road I see.

Out my window I see a girl who’s working. I look in her eyes as she works. There’s a connection here, one that I’m uncertain of but I feel something. I want her to look at me, but the bus passes before she turns.



Ahead, the other bus of students is returning from the town, going home. There is only enough room for one bus, but this isn’t a problem in a dream. Our bus kind of goes “over” the other bus, without an accident or anything dangerous, we are on the same track but on different levels of the same road. My POV is inside the other bus as it passes below us. I see Heather sitting alone, crying. I know she’s having an anxiety attack because of all the dynamite and danger around her. Jack is in my bus and starts taunting her.

“Jack,” I say. Everyone on both of the buses stops talking. “Shut the FUCK UP.” He does. We move on.

We get to our destination soon. It’s a old fort house a little ways passed the main dynamite mountain area. Inside, I get a little scared; this is a haunted house-esqe attraction, not an informative guide through the history of the town. Although I’m scared, me and my friend Celina are the first to run in. The doorway frightens us: when you walk over it, it rains on you. This was terrifying in my dream!

We sit down against a wall and let everyone else explore the house. I go into the kitchen where the witch doing all this scary magic is kneading bread. I ask her about the medicine woman and where I can see her.

“You’re on the same road but this is the wrong house,” she says. I feel embarrassed. I sit back against the wall with Celina and text Heather. Eventually everyone has explored the scary house and we leave.

On the way home we stop at a McDonalds and I order two chicken nuggets. I receive my order and they are huge, about half the size of me! I can’t wait to give these to Heather (I’m vegetarian), but they’re really heavy and difficult to pull along.

The scene shifts to me in the back seat of a car. My Uncle Pat is driving. I don’t want to tell my mom that I didn’t get the Cochla root and she’ll have to drive back to the town. I think of ways to tell her the bad news. My Uncle is going really slow and when I notice this, he hits the accelerator and goes through a shortcut home: through a bank parking lot and then through a school playground. Before we reach the playground, my POV shifts to above the car, as if there is no car, only me and him floating (but I still “feel” that we are in a car). We start passing through the fence into the playground and I see a bunch of curved spoons on the ground.

“That’s where crack addicts do their drugs. If I was going to do crack, I’d do it here,” I say.

On the playground, we pass a teenager on a small child’s bike. Now I am riding the bike.

It has backwards peddle brakes which are so foreign to me that I just don’t brake. Instead, I kind of idle around the edge of the playground until I can cross the street. I go for it without looking, and a car almost hits me: it was my mom, we’re both going home. I find this funny.

Peddling home, I stop on the side of the street to collect some acorns that have fallen from a tiny tree. My uncle’s voice booms to me: “Stop, let’s go home!” I tell him to wait a minute and then we proceed home.

Fragment

(Copied directly from my dream journal, I can’t make sense of it)
Me + a lot of people, nighttime, afraid on couches in a big house. Julia. My cat forms into a square of space + I wake up with her still there.

This is a boring dream but I'm putting it in for the heck of it. I was out with my family in the car. The cat was with us as well. Everyone was in the car except my mother, who was dilly-dallying. I finally exclaimed "Ma! Come on, TC is late for his appointment!" We get to the vet's office, and I see the vet is Mitch, a vet who I worked for 20 years ago in real life. He didn't even examine the cat and we were just standing at the receptionist's desk when Mitch leans over the counter and jabs TC in the rear with 2 vaccinations while I'm holding him up in thin air. We weren't even in an exam room. As we are getting ready to leave, someone says "The whole internet is down all over the world." For some ridiculous reason, this has everything to do with the ocean and his tech says "Why is the internet down?" Then Mitch and I simultaneously tell her "Look out the window. See the ocean? Well, that's the south." OK, so...whatever.
In the next totally disjointed scene, we are back home (and the house is not my house in real life) and I'm on the 2nd floor with the cat. There is no railing and the cat fell straight down to the first floor and I heard the thud, which means he didn't land on his feet. He's OK though. So I am then trying to install a baby gate at the top of the stairs with no luck. The spring won't tighten. A friend from years ago walks into the house and says hello to my brother. Oh, at one point in this ridiculous dream, TC gets loose and is running through shrubs near a boardwalk but he returns to me when I call him. I think then I woke up. This isn't the most disjointed and themeless dream I've ever had but it's up there near the top.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

1:00

Cats and dogs
With my BF in a room that is supposedly in our home. We receive a visit from a girl who has a degree in history and has interesting things to tell us. There is a sliding glass door that opens onto the street and I notice that it is slightly open. I'll close it to prevent my cat to go outside, but actually he's already outside, in a space that looks like the courtyard of an old industry. I grab him and go back to the house through the front door instead. When I get back inside I find Lisa who says our cat has gone crazy and is attacking my mother. But how is that possible if I have him on my arms? I go to the kitchen and she is cornered by a cat much like our little one. She had brought a wild cat from the street by mistake and of course he was furious.
We opened a window so he could go, but when he reached the street he became a little puppy. When I saw him on the path to a busy road I was afraid he would die under a car so I ran after him. I lose the sight of him at the entrance of a village and I asked a guy, who I swear was Prince William, if he had seen the little dog. He said yes, but not to worry, because he wasn’t lost. Then we had a strange conversation in which he told me he knew the dog, that he was from a certain region but living on this village for many years and everybody knew him (as if the dog was some villager). I still tried to catch the puppy when I saw him once more beside the road, but he turned into a bottle of saline. I began to feel that maybe I was dreaming and I started to float in the air.

The demi-gods sky opera
As I rose higher into the sky, I became more lucid and gained more control. In the sky I found myself into a kind of theater with giant gods or demi-gods playing some kind of opera. I do not remember the song but it sticked to my head then and I started to sing it, as if in a hypnotic ecstasy. I flew around, from side to side, singing and the scenery was slowly shift but always themed as theaters, operas, concert halls, etc, with marble columns, red velvet curtains, white statues in grand halls, etc. Somewhere during my freaky show I thought I was probably wasting time, but the song was so overwheleming I couldn’t do anything else before it ended.
When it finally ended and I decided to pull out of there, I remember that I wanted to return to the moon and visit the biodome. I looked for a door to use as a portal and I saw a small door in the bottom of some stairs. But when I get there, I think it’s the entrance to a dressing room, because there is a hanger blocking my passage. I move it away but then I see a fantastic green swimsuit that I decide to take to my next dream.
This proved to be a bad idea, because it was too small and didn’t fit me, so I distracted myself by looking for one of my size, as if it mattered at all. A girl comes to help me check the sizes and gives me one that might fit me and points me to the dressing room. By now I surely forgot my goal. There’s also long queue of people wanting to try on clothes. On the wall there is a picture frame with an interesting but obscure character, clearly out of some Tim Burton movie. The persons on the queue invite me to the discussion they are having about that character. They say on the movie it was never clear if he was alive and mortal or some kind of undead or supernatural creature. I say I have no clue about that.

5:00

A fifthsome
On supermarket with mom and my BF. Mom is loving a barbie doll she saw but it’s really expensive, so she pulls her out of the box and puts the doll inside the box of a cheaper barbie. I feel embarrassed and tell her not to, because I’m sure there’s even cameras filming her doing it. But she insists. I then check the price difference and is of 10 ER. Is it really worth it? I suggest her instead to buy some new clothes for the barbie doll I have at home, but then I try to find some and there’s nothing, only dolls. I conclude this is not the toy area of the supermarket, it is actually the natural products’ area where, for some weird reason they are selling dolls. Dream fades a bit, but then recovers and I’m among some people listening to some natural health lecture. There’s a group of guys sitting on a staircase and I have a crush for one of them so I join them. But soon I realize they are not paying much attention to the lecture. Instead they are discussing poetry. I make some clever comment that makes me look desirable to their eyes, especially to the guy I like. He leans towards me and we start making out. The weird thing is that all of his friends, 4 or 5 guys, seem to be an extension of himself, so they all start making out with me – at the same time! First I find it yucky, but then I think I should try it out: a fifthsome! The main guy kisses me, and then I have ten hands cuddling my neck, my breasts, my hips, wow! Then things get more serious and he penetrates me. Then it feels weird, because not only he penetrates me where it is supposed to, but also as he kisses me, there’s a penis coming out of his mouth into my mouth. I’m still wondering if it’s cool or not, but decide I’m actually starting to choke with 5 guys over me and a dick in my throat. Enough is enough! I decide to get out of this dream.

Cyborg attack to a moon dome
I go into blackness and I wake up in a cottage. I recognize many of my stuff in there, but I do not recognize the house itself. It had green doors and a tiled kitchen. I did a RC but it was not easy to conclude whether or not I was dreaming. I finally decided that I was. At this moment I almost woke up. Everything was black and I felt my body in bed, but I made the effort to come back and I found myself back in that house. I recalled again I wanted to go to the biodome in the moon. I used a door as a portal, but instead of opening it, I crossed it - silly, could have crossed any wall for the same effect.
I found myself again in the darkness, but I made an effort to feel the ground beneath my feet, to stabilize the sleep. I felt a metal floor and then I stick my left leg to try to feel what was around there. I felt my foot sinking in water. Then slowly an image formed. I was on some sort of entrance hall, with a metal ramp with broad steps. Some of the steps had small round ponds on the left side.
I went down the steps and to my left the wall became a large glass wall. Outside there was green grass and maybe 5 meters away were vertical white buildings aligned perpendicularly to this hall and forming corridors between them. By now I was in doubt this was the biodome, but because I still wanted it to be, I found two koi fish in the last larger pond, on the last larger step of the hall. One of the fish was enormous and transparent and had many other koi fish inside it. The fish rose in the air and it was hovering in front of my face. I had an unpleasant feeling about this and I was sure this was about to degenerate into a nightmare, but I rejected it and sent the fish back to the pond. The nightmare dissipated and in front of me I then saw the entrance to this world.
On my right side there was a wall covered in ivy and branches of a lemon tree pending. I set my foot on the ground, which was covered with green grass. I felt I was in Paradise. There was a beautiful flowered valley, gentle green hills with lavish fruit trees and a bright blue sky. I saw people in the distance but they were very discrete. I looked up to try to understand if this was inside a dome or not and I saw the comb-like structure of a dome, very well disguised by the blue sky and the white clouds. I did not know if the blue sky was outside or merely an image projected on the dome, but it looked projected. The dome wasn’t big, because I could see its limits in the nearby horizon.
I walked down to the valley, admiring the wonderful orchards and I decided to call my Dream Guide. I have never called it before and it was a good occasion as nay other. But before anyone replied to my call, I saw a pink spot spreading from one of the limits of the dome, like in a defect on a LCD screen. Then I saw another and another and another. I realized it was some kind of attack to the dome and in seconds I saw an army of cyborgs coming in from those holes in the dome. I could see their robotic structure under some kind of bionic transparent cover they wore. They were firing plasma guns all over. Then I saw all the people I had seen at distance before, running from every direction into the white buildings. I thought I should probably do the same, but the cyborgs were already everywhere! There were plasma explosions all around me. I was really in doubt about what to do. Then some guy, whose face I never saw, comes running from behind me and grabs my left arm and pushes me up a tree in the orchard. He hands me something and throws me into the tree trunk. Before I knew it, I had been ejected at high speed through a hatch in the dome and was hovering in outer space, in the starry night sky. It was all so fast.

7:30

non-dream dream lucid

dream 1: I was at my house looking out the back door (its a glass sliding door) and I noticed that my kitten, Padme (yes after Padme Amidala from Star Wars!!) was sitting around just sitting there. Suddenly, all of the other cats started attacking her, mostly biting her neck and drawing blood. She kept screeching and meowing for help, so I opened the door and grabbed her from our largest cat, who is also her father, because he looked ready to kill her; as did the others. She looked ragged and helpess and I sat her on the table. Her green/grey eyes looked at me sadly. I could almost literally feel the pain. There was red blood on her neck where her father had bitten her, and multiple scratches all over her from the others. I cleaned her off and she settled down to sleep. Then I looked back outside and next thing I knew, the cats were attacking "Sherby", our new kitty who I found in a tree a few months ago. She was meowing in agony and I kicked the cat attacking her, Padme's father and her brother "Ragz", in the side to get them to leave her alone. I then brought her inside so I could take care of them. Then I woke up.

DREAM 2 I somehow already knew that I was dreaming. I just pinched my nose and breathed to be sure. I was by the sliding glass door again and my mother walked up to me. I said to her, "Mom, we're dreaming!! Look at your hands! They're disfigured like mine, and we can breathe through pinched noses!!" She looked at me, confused then she looked at her hands, "Oh my gosh, my fingers are broke!! Are we really dreaming??" so I told her yes. She ran into our living room and she said loudly, "This is a dream, this is a dream!!" Then I think I woke up. pretty weird eh? I'm gonna ask my mom what she dreamed about last night. I'm just curious if she might have had the same dream as me. We've had similar dreams before, so it's a possibility that she may have had a similar dream.

Angry
I'm in a hotel room with a bunch of familiar people. My sister, mother, roommate, friend, friend's fiance, and another friend. I seem to be the day before the friend's wedding and it's my job to organize things. I've arranged for the groom and guys to stay the night at my apartment and the bride and girls will stay someone else. Also, there are a bunch of cats in the room. I start to become really frustrated and upset about the situation. The cats shouldn't be here. Some of them seem to be stray cats off the street. My friends aren't cooperating. I am actually enraged and walk out because I don't want to be in the same room with these people anymore.

T-Shirt Store
I am in a clothing store in a mall. Two friends are with me. The store just has a few racks of men's t-shirts with a random variety of prints and text. A salesperson is showing me the t-shirts, but I'm not interested. My friends and I leave and back into the indoor mall. Suddenly, I feel lost. I look around and finally see my friends way ahead of me down the hallway.