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Date of Dream: SUN 30 APR - 2017



Dream No. 104 – Seperated Sections
(Lucid Dream 4)

Dream No. 104 A – They Can Hear Me
At the start of this dream, I was somewhat aware of my surrounds but then at the same time I wasn't, it's a really hard state of awareness to describe... It's like I was aware I was dreaming but just not enough to show any signs of lucidity. I put my hnd up in front of me like someone saying stop but with my hand facing me. At first, it was only five fingers but a sixth one kept flashing on and off. I then became more aware and was finally able to adopt some degree of lucidity.

I went to the front balcony of my house and called out for WB in the direction of up the court but as I was doing this, I was consciously aware that I was probably too loud and that my parents may have heard me. There was no respose from WB and so I thought I would actually go and change the dream scene to somewhere where hopefully there would be more action. I said to myself to close my eyes and to not open them again or I would wake up.

Transition
The dream scene was slowly mixing up from the solid scene to just a blur of images that looked like frosted glass you couldn't see through. All throughout the dream scene change, I'm giving myself a lecture on how I am not to open my eyes and to rather just keep them closed.

Dream No. 104 B – The Lolly Bush
The new dream scene eventually made sense and it was in the backyard of my other grandparents' house. I was on their verandah and I started a reality check straight away to make sure I was still dreaming, it was a strange one though. I would cross the third finger over the second and I knew I was dreaming because both sides had equal, straight fingers. I was going to call out for WB again but then I saw her loafing around in the backyard on the grassed area in a strapless, black pencil dress. She stayed quiet for this entire dream and didn't speak... She only went wherever I went and watched on. I took her to the side of the house to explore with her and I saw these wrapped lollies, I think they were actually chocolates, “growing” on a couple of bushes. I opened a blue one and thought to myself, “Why is it hard to swallow is straight away?”. I then devised that the flavour of that lolly was called “Gooey Chooey”.

I know there was more that happened but I don't remember the events.

^End of Dream^: Read further for the Reality Check Explained!

That reality check has got to be one of the most vivid memories of that dream. I did the exact same thing in waking like and took a photo of it. Look below:

http://karlab14.deviantart.com/art/D...aled-677895285

^File attachment didn't want to work, so check the image out on my DeviantArt instead^

On the image, you should see fingers 2 and 3 crossed over. On the right side, fingers 4 and 5 are together and are of similar height. On the other side, there is only the thumb which is very short in comparison to all the other fingers.

In the dream however, fingers 2 and 3 are crossed. Fingers 4 and 5 are of the same length. And then on the left side, the two fingers were also the same length. So actually, fingers 3 and 4 were crossed over. 5 and 6 were equal to the right AND 1 and 2 were equal to the left... So the extra finger had come in between 1 and 2, if you get that. If you were to count them from right to left (because it was my right hand I checked against): in real life, 5, 4, 3 twisted into 2, then 1. In dream, 5, 4, 3 twisted into 2, 1... Hold on... AN EXTRA?!

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 3
Level of Realism: 6
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Dream Fragment 1: I am shopping at Publix and approach the checkout isle. The lady behind the cash register asks if I have my alternate ID or my Publix rewards card. I say I have my alt ID number. Then I hear someone in real life talking in another room and wake up.

Dream Fragment 2: My dad has been asking me if his check from work has come in the mail lately (In waking life). In this dream fragment I was standing outside by the mailbox. It was extremely hot outside, but I didn't feel hot, I just knew it was hot. I went to the box even though the mail man hadn't come yet, and there was mail in the box. I pulled it out and held up a large birthday card sized envelope. It was white with a red bar across the top and bottom, kind of like a Netflix banner. Then the dream faded.

Dream Fragment 3: I'm in a yoga studio and there's a lady teaching yoga to another lady, of about age 21 or so. She's very attractive. The teacher then tells the student about the next move they'll be doing, which is basically doing a split, but instead of splitting with your feet moving further apart on the ground, they'll move apart in the air in front of her, and it'll be up to her to hold her legs up. She holds her legs up and spreads them as far as she can, revealing the most sexy cameltoe you can imagine. She looked at me seductively, and for some reason I literally said "ohhhhh ya! UGGGGH!" The "ohhhh ya!" was like a deep, black guy narrator kinda voice, and the UGH was like a tennis grunt that you would make on your final strike. Just as I made that UGH sound, an image of me on top of her thrusting popped up, and then I woke up. (Damnit...)

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in a meeting with people from one of my previous jobs. I had walked out of that meeting. I was now walking into something like a kitchen area for a restaurant, or maybe for something like the cafeteria of an elementary school or nursery.

The kitchen was busy with people, and it was possibly humid and warm. Most of the people in the kitchen were kids. They seemed to be engaged in some project, like they were cooking together for some confidence-building exercise. Most of the kids seemed to be washing dishes, though, or playing around in the sink.

There was a big set of wire-rack shelves right before the door, on the wall opposite the door. Before the racks, a higher-up woman from one of my old jobs, PD, was bending over, reaching for a plastic container of some kind of powdered food. PD looked a bit shorter and thinner, though she was still overweight. Her face also looked a bit too pale and dry.

I feel like at this point all the kids may have gathered around me. They thought I was a fun guy to hang out with. I may have interacted with them a little more enthusiastically than I would otherwise have, though, since PD was around. I'd always kind of admired PD, so I wanted her to think highly of me. I thought she'd be impressed if she saw how good I was with kids.

Somehow, though, I now needed to lead the kids out of the kitchen and through the next room, which was either like a classroom or a lobby in some school building. Although I was technically "leading" the kids, I was really in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by all the kids.

I got the idea to get the kids started on a march. We would march and give a marching chant. The chant had the cadence of the "I don't know but I've been told" chant stereotypical of military marches. But I thought it would be funny to make a chant encouraging the children to misbehave.

I would say the line, then the kids would repeat it. We chanted as we marched up toward the back, left corner of the room. I chanted, "These are the things that I do."

The kids repeated, "These are the things that I do."

"When I want to -----" (Go and play? Go outside? Go away?)

"When I want to -----"

"Fighting."

"Fighting."

"Whining."

"Whining."

"Running away."

"Running away."

At this moment, two of the older girls (maybe 11 or 12 years old) ran off to the left, just as we were approaching the door to the classroom. The girls seemed to run past a bookshelf, behind which stood two adult women.

I decided I needed to follow the girls and bring them back. This may have been because I didn't want them to set a bad example for the class. But I think I also wanted to follow them because I was sexually attracted to them, and I wanted them to stay around me.

I broke away from the rest of the group and followed the path of the girls. I ended up in some room where two slightly overweight, Latina women were sitting on couches. They were both discussing their bills and their debt. I may have felt like the women were similar to PD somehow.

I saw one of the women's checks. The name on the check was Kerolos. Something about the name didn't make sense to me. Later on I saw another check. It seemed to have come to the woman from some business man. The name on this check was Carolos. This made more sense to me.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a store like a high-end gift shop with my family. My mom, a couple other family members, and I were all huddled in a circle, conspiring to rip-off the store somehow. We may possibly have settled on something regarding a check. I then walked away from my family.

I had a green slip of paper in my hand. This was a check. I walked toward the corner of the gift shop, where there was a huge statue, maybe of stone, of something like a stereotypical Native American chief, with a big, feathered headdress. The shop must have been in a mall: a few meters off to my right was big, wide doorway leading out to a huge hall.

My sister ran up behind me. She started arguing with me about how I hadn't included her on the plans to get money. I told her something about how she had been too late for the meeting the rest of the family had had.

My sister wasn't taking any excuses. She now had the green "check" in her hand. We stood in a kind of empty space in the shop. My sister started yelling at me that she knew I'd created this counterfeit check, and that my signature, forged to be someone else's, was the one on it. My sister would get me sent to jail.

A woman walked up from beside some glass counter-cases, like jewelry cases. She asked my sister if there was any problem. I may have told the woman there wasn't any problem, hoping that my sister would just stay quiet.

Dream #2

A bedroom in an apartment. The apartment had all black walls, almost like they had been burnt, or like they were walls for a theatre production. The lighting of the apartment was also very stage-like. The apartment seemed to be from the 1950s.

There were three people in the bedroom: a husband, a wife, and the husband's friend. They were all maybe in their late forties or early fifties. The men were dressed nicely. The woman was done up for bed. She wore a thick, pink robe with dark pink lapels, and she had her blonde hair done up in thick curlers.

The husband himself may now have been getting into bed as well, maybe just dressed in a white tank-top undershirt and a pair of boxers. He may have been kind of skinny, bald and big-headed, with a mustache.

But just as the husband seemed to be getting himself settled in the bed, the wife found a porn novel. The front cover illustration may have shown a pretty, blonde woman in pink underwear in some kind of night scene.

The wife yelled at the husband that he shouldn't be reading this kind of stuff. The wife ran out of the room with the book. She threw the book out of the house, out onto the stairwell landing.

The husband's friend cried, "No!" as the woman tossed out the book. The book just sat out on the landing. But I knew that the husband's friend was going to get the book.

The husband's friend may then have given a little speech, in narration, as if to the audience or in his own thoughts. He said, "A book like that is too valuable just to throw out. Besides, he likes those books. But if I just take it back and hide it, the wife won't care."

The view may now have been of the bedroom again. The husband was in bed, but the wife was still walking around the room in her robe, not getting into bed.

On the wall to the right of the bed was a closet, which may have had its door open. The closet had a high shelf, on which was a brown and tan striped, cylindrical hat-box.

The husband's friend continued, "I'll just hide the novel in the wife's hat-box. That's where I hide all the husband's pornographic materials.

"The wife knows it, of course. Every time she opens her hat box to get her hat, she sees all the husband's pornographic materials. But the wife is okay with that. Because this way she knows that the husband is at least trying to hide his pornographic materials."

I may have seen a second hat-box in the closet.

Dream #3

Possibly a dream where I was in a theatre, watching a movie. The theatre was enormous, with three aisles of seats, in a kind of flat "U" shape. I was sitting near or in the front row, toward the left end of the theatre.

I may then have been sitting far toward the right end of the theatre. I had a female friend with me. We may have been stuck behind a column. With the column and our veered angle of the screen, the view was really bad. The screen may have been big and at normal height at first. But now it was high up and kind of small.

I asked the woman if she was okay with our view. She probably wasn't, but she probably told me it was fine.

This was from a while back - I hadn't remembered it too well:

I remember:

• Took a long thin alcohol bottle smashed it on a benchtop and mashed into a bed. No idea why.
• I took someone's phone, destroyed it, but then materialised about 10 more.
• I attemped to hover on my stomach - It was difficult.
• Checked my hands continously!
• Had a false awakening, but checked my hands and confirmed it was still a dream.

And thats it. Sounds like I might have been angry for some reason.. who knows?

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Another lucid recall fail.

All I remember about this dream is being in my bed, having 'woken up'. It was dark, and my surroundings were pretty unidentifiable, almost blurry. I can't even remember what bed I was in because my surroundings were so hard to decipher. Whatever bed I was in, to the left of it was a side table, and there was a digital alarm clock on it. I could barely see anything except for the bright red, normal-looking numbers of the clock. It read 9:47, but I figured I should probably do a reality check because I might have been dreaming.

I looked away and looked back, and the time had changed to 9:48, just one minute ahead. I looked at it intensely. A fluke, or was I really dreaming? I'd test it again, but before I had the chance to look away, the time then changed to 9:49, then 9:50, then 9:51, and so on, all within seconds. "Yeah, I knew it!" I said.

That's all I can remember.

I find myself going downstairs with some classmates(DS) at school(DS). Of course, the school looked different. We came down the stairs and entered a hallway. Lauren(DS) walked between me and Dan(DS) looking for something. Soon, we reached a room. And I awake.