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I was in high school. Classmates. We were gathering.

I recall Pchy and Mario Maurer as well.

I'm on a summer camp or field trip with my elementary school class, including our teacher/principal Mr. Buth. We're expected to be going for a while. The class is looking for El Dorado, the city of gold. When we find it, I am responsible for figuring out the main clue that lead us to the city. (I don't remember if there was an actual clue in the dream or not).

We find a huge city of gold. I feel very proud of myself and very happy about finding the treasure. The buildings are tall towers with onion shaped domes on top. They look very Russian. The city extends out past our view. The view is stunning. Each building's bricks can be seen individually, the entire city is made from them.

As we walk towards the golden city, the sceen shifts a bit. We're in a large warehouse or back of a shopping mall? We're still headed towards the golden city but it is kept in a back room, locked behind gates or chainlinked fences. The people here at the warehouse are excited because we are the first people to find El Dorado. They treat us very well. One man at a gate, who is sitting behind a small table, writes down our information. As we're waiting to get through the gate, Mr. Buth jokes about how broke I usually am and how much I really needed a break. He and the man at the gate both laugh at my previous misfortune but in an ironic way. They seem happy for me that I don't have to worry about money anymore.

I stop in a bakery in the warehouse to see what is going on. There are 4 women working in the bakery. The bakery is strange, there are laundromat dryers on the back wall. Three of the women are working at a table. I can see they are working on a very gaudy but small blue and purple birthday cake. The closest woman to me, who is taking a break from working at the table, is a beautiful brunette. She is very friendly and offers to help me take a photograph with my camera. I feel like a tourist. I have lost the rest of my class.

I end up in a Bank Manager or Accountant's office. The woman there is simply known as The Manager to me. She pulls out a few files to go over some of her client's records. One of them is not interesting at all. The other file she talks about is on Keanu Reeves. She laughs at how embarassing the file is. She tells me in confidence that he broke his arm while snorting coke. She reassures me that my share of the El Dorado gold will be taken care of and that I have no more worries about money.

I start to debate in my mind as I leave the warehouse whether I should buy a brand new Toyota. On one hand, I consider that I will later want to buy a better car. Maybe it is better to buy my dream car now, I think. But a cheaper car would at least get me around for a while.

I meet back up with my classmates. Our hotel (that we had apparently stayed at the night before), is running out of rooms and may not be able to keep all of our reservations. I keep commenting to my classmates that we should have at least all taken one gold brick from the city before leaving. It seems nice that the people at the warehouse are taking care of our accounts but having a bar of gold on hand could help for today. The hotel is very posh and I tell Tracy, one of my classmates, "I think I will just live in a hotel from now on!" She laughs at the idea, but I really consider it. I figure that I have a fortune now, I could afford it. I tell her how great it would be to have housekeeping take care of cleaning my room every day. She agrees that it might be a good idea.

My classmates are all watching some popular movie on pay perview. I decide to go take a bath instead. They are out of nice rooms and so I am in a dirty room in the basement. My bathrub is very gross. I go to complain to someone. He seems like a hotel janitor or maintenance man. He tells me that there is no better room available. I consider just driving home for the night, but I don't have my own car right now. I sign the register, accepting my crappy hotel room. The man laughs at the way I sign my name. It seems like a done deal.

I wake up very disappointed to find out that it was all a dream and that I don't have a fortune in gold bullion.

Libertad in Bacolod. Looking for something. The Smart office? The girl I was with was giving directions, but is finding it hard to describe it. She then said that it's near the dorm where we had a sleep-over before. I said I remember where it is, and so I can find it easily.

Then I was going into that dorm. It was very messy. Not a room I like at all. And it was dark, with only a little yellowish light, as if from a candle, that lights the place. I went into the bathroom and found two guys there, and the toilet bowl was stuffed with either dirty paper or cloth. I think I slept overnight.

I was at home. In the kitchen area. It looks a bit dark. Rainy morning or afternoon.

I was in an office, working on computers. The environment was white. I was with co-workers/students. I was just starting when we were told by a lady in a white lab coat to shut down. I got irritated because it takes ages to shut down my computer.

Then there was a yellow hologram of a woman wearing glasses. She was saying something but I forget, or probably it was inaudible. Then she disappeared. Suddenly, there were robbers. They were demanding access to something. Probably money, but I had the idea of a "key." Then the hologram lady appeared, and she told them it will take them 10 weeks (or something) to access it. And then, in the hologram, she was shot, and she slumped over her desk. A guy appeared in the hologram, and said he got "it." They left.

Then suddenly, the "hologram lady" appeared in the flesh and blood, demanding how they could have broken the code. I went, along with others, to the hologram room. It was nothing more than a 4x4 feet closet, attached beside the window. The door and walls are broken.

I tried tracing the robbers. I draw a pentagram on the wooden floor, and slapped my right hand on it. Then I held it up and feel where they went. They haven't gone far yet. They went into the forest. I chased after them.

The area actually looks more like a camping site. There were tree houses and a mansion nearby. I then encountered a group of classmates (from high school, presumably, but none of them looks familiar) carrying food and drink (beer, probably). They said something about eating or something. I decided to hang out with them.

Hazy. I was in the camp, and was asked what I want to eat. There was only a choice of horse soup(?) at the moment. The priest who was there said that they thought they started the fire before they left. The cook (who looks like a bipedal horse) said that they had to catch the horse to be cooked after that. They started praying and ate.

I was in the city. Italy (how the hell would I know?? I haven't been there, but my mind came up with the place). Someone was chasing "us." There were two of us. And the agents chasing us were from the government. They were trying to catch us with special abilities. Either me or one of us can teleport. We were on a bridge with a lot of people. We "jumped" into something, but were pushed off. It was a scientist doing something. Then we landed on an underwater invention by another scientist. He explained to us how it crawls spider-like on the sea floor. Then he found out we were being chased by the government, and he pushed us off the thing and into the sea of beautiful marine ecology.

Last month, my class and I went on a fieldtrip, so the place where this dream took place is very fammiliar to it. I'm having trouble remembering dreams lately.
My and a few of my classmates we're having a pull-up contest. You have to bend your knees, and do as many pull-ups as you can in one sitting.
I'm kinda weak and thought to myself that I wouldn't make it past 2.
My turn came. I gripped the pole and bent my knees. And to my surprise doing the pull-ups was increadibly easy. It was like I didn't feel my own weight. I was light as a feather. I didn't count how many I did, but enough
for me to win.
This was a nice dream, because i ussualy get hummiliated in these situations in real life

After a few nights of no recall, I finally managed to remember a dream.It was still hard to remember, so I'll write down fragments.
1) I'm walking with my friends to school. We're walking from the opposite side that we walk normally.
2)School ended, I realised I had forgotten my notebook, so went back to get it. The school, was already closing, most of the corridors where closed. I see one of my teachers. She lets me in her class and shows me a few piles of notebook. I then begin searching for mine. I find it without much effort looking at it I felt strange. For a moment I thought I was dreaming, but didn't do a RC.
3)Soon afterwards, I find myself walking to school again, this time alone. Once i enter the building It looks nothing like my school. It looked normal from the inside, but It looked like a castle or a mansion from the inside. I then see fammiliar faces staring at me. They look angry, I was feeling nervous. Then one of my teachers shows up. She explains that she had put the entire school on mind control and made them her slaves.
4) I'm standing with a few of my classmates, they tell me that they are free of the mind control and told that the only way to free the rest of the school is to bring the teacher a mountain of coca-cola.
5) I'm standing infront of a mountain not higher than my ankle. I then realised that it's the mountain of coca-cola.
6) I'm seeing myself in 3d person. I have a goat strapped on my back and fly away.
Strange dream, might not make sense. Atleast I managed to remember something.

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



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



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

June 23, 2011

Notes
Sleeping over in a hotel room tonight. Have been going to bed very early since coming back to the states. I haven't written any of my dreams down for awhile so I figure now's as good a time as any. At the last dream I started to become a little lucid seeing as I was waking up every five minutes to the sound of my mom's alarm clock. Recurring themes of school and crossdressing.

Entry 012
I'm in a cave, swimming in a clear underground lake. Around me I can see my old classmates swimming as well, though none of them are distinct. The teacher is a woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun and a thin, delicate face. Although I've never had a teacher who looked like her, she seems familiar. She pulls out an old photograph of her and her family and lays it on the rocky shore of the lake. "Bring me tokens, then we can move on." I don't know what she means, but I dive to the bottom of the lake and place a smooth pebble on top of the photo. My classmates bring other things they find and place them on the photo as well.

We're going somewhere now, we walk into a huge chamber with a waterfall.

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I'm in Tokyo, and I'm Japanese. For some reason I'm dressed up like a man and wearing a police uniform. It looks like my disguise has fooled everyone. Well, everyone but one guy. In Akihabara some otaku wearing a long white coat and huge coke bottle glasses spots me and knows I can't be a man. He starts to stalk me. I don't start to run really, but I'm definitely trying to lose him. I come to a tall tower. The otaku sees a baby nearby and steals it, knowing I won't run away while he's putting the life of an infant in danger. I somehow outsmart him and retrieve the baby, ringing the doorbell of the tower and giving it back to the confused Japanese housewife inside. From there on the dream morphs into some kind of parkour chase across Tokyo, with only occasional pauses whenever I think I've lost him.

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I'm with my friend Jane, and we're at some kind of anime convention. We're both wearing costumes that disguise us as men, but the people at the convention can tell from our faces that we're girls. We're wearing tight under-armor shirts with padded muscles and tight skinny jeans with sneakers. We look convincing. We're there for some kind of competition. We walk into a packed room and head for the makeshift stage at the front. We're in a line of other costumed groups. The audience appears to be picking its favorite groups from the line up, shouting whenever the ones they like are mentioned. Our names are called out and we flex and pose for the crowd. We get a huge response, we move on to the next round.

Next round and we're on stage with different costumes this time. Now we're wearing fluorescent pink and yellow pixie-cut wigs and matching tutus. Now we're competing against just one other group for the semi-finals. The last challenge is to dress up a girl from an audience to match us. I pick out a girl with brown hair tied up in a braid. For some reason Jane has left the stage and I have to do the makeup all by myself, even though I have no idea how. I spend the entire time allotted applying pink lipstick to the girl. Somehow, though, when she walks to the front of the stage, she looks just like us. We move to the semi-finals, but once there we lose because my design on the girl wasn't original enough. I have become somewhat lucid at this point due to an alarm clock, and I feel curious about how my makeup actually looks. I look in a mirror and look strangely old underneath the makeup. I can see wrinkles cracking the top of my upper lip and bags pulling down my eyes. It scares me.

I wake up.

I am proud of myself to remember my first dream(s?) after months. I used a mantra (dunno which, but it was good ) so here I give it a try to write a dream journal. I reconstruct this from the notes I took a few minutes after waking up this morning. That was 20 minutes ago.

I think I can recall 2-3 dreams, dunno if the one was a seperated thing. I will start off with the most recent:

I am standing in a doorway, an entrance to some kind of bar. There is a bar table (of course) made out of wood and there are 5 people inside. I do not remember much of them, but I knew they were kinda evil. There are other people around me, I don't know how many for sure, but one of them is cleary some kind of ally. We cover at the sides of the door frame and every few seconds he glimpses into the room and shoots one of the people inside. At some point there are only two people left: one man, not too young, maybe around 60, with a half-bald head. He takes a silver metal suitcase and leaves through a door at the back. I couldn't see the other person before because she was hiding behind the bar table: she stands up and I have only a split of a second to see it's Ariadne from Inception, then my alarm clock goes off.

Shortly after I remembered this (kinda short) dream, I realized that there were some other dream before that I could partially recall. I don't know if it was a single one, and it's memory is a bit diffuse, hence I am not sure of everything I write down. Some parts are only guesses.

I am somewhere in the mountains with people from school, skiing. Everything is white. I know it was not my class I was there with, but teachers I had in the past and a few people I got to know during my school years. I know we had a discussion about classes, and how reliable (?) the people in different parallel classes were. I remember some

Then suddenly I was in school, in my classroom, with my classmates. It was the birthday of the guy sitting next to me (M.) and some girls had baken cake and cookies. There were some 3 or 4 food cases with these cakes and cookies in it, and they tried to open them. One girl (K.) was not smart enough and while trying to open her box she dropped it and all cookies fell to ground. The whole class was disappointed and they started to clean up. At this point I had a "deja vu" (in my dream), maybe because I had already dreamt of this during the night (which I cannot really remember, but it might have happenend, its not that unlikely) or because I once spilled my own cookies on my own birthday

That is all I remember but I am very happy that I got it this far, and now the real practicing starts It's saturday and I have some more hours to sleep (6:30pm here) so I go back to bed

Type: non-lucid.
Vivid: medium.

Notes Dream Lucid

This is a dream about a guy on youtube that makes minecraft videos.

I am standing in a line with alot of people.(Like how you stand in the military.)In front of us stands the youtuber.(That I told you about earlier.)He is teaching us about flying. He told us that we should position our palms pointing at the ground. I where thinking that i could use this technique in a dream when I becomes lucid(Why didn't i do a RC?!)I started tho fly around the minecraft world that I where standing in. One of my classmates told me that she where going to find spawn. I followed AK(the youtuber.)to a room made of iron blocks. Whe where going to use our hands to destroy some obsidian blocks. It worked pretty well, I destroyed it in two seconds. One of my classmates couldn't fly so we where going to use the minerals from the obsidian block to make her fly.(wtf?)

I woke up in my bed and started to write this down

PS: Sorry for bad english.

I am in a classroom at my school, it is a class in "art". The teacher teach us about photoshop and all it features. I am talking to a few of my actual classmates about a party wich will start in a few days.

I find myself in a basement.(At the actual party.) Me and a few classmates are drinking "HD-cola."(WTF?!) One of the guys at the party takes my HD-cola and pour in some milk into the bottle.(wtf?) My cola starts to crawl some larvas up from the bottle.(wtf again?)

I gets teleported to a Minecraft cave with a iron pickaxe, mining some diamonds.

I gets teleported to a class room again and braging to my friend about my diamonds that i found earlier in Minecraft.

I wakes up.

PS: Sorry for bad english

[B]17.09.10[/B]
[SIZE="1"]I don't remember in which order these glimpses were in, so it'll just be like this. I actually think the two first were the two last.
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[LIST][*]You're Waiting for a Train, but You Already Missed it. Shit.[/LIST]
[COLOR="royalblue"]I'm standing on a really big open space, yet it's underground and really dark. Like a really big trainstation with almost no light. I'm standing on the middle of the platform in a group of 5-7 or so people, but I only recognize 2 of them. One is a guy from my old school, N, and the other is a girl from my old school, M. A train drives past us.
I get an idea related to jumping in front of the train, and I make a joke about it, [/COLOR](Can't remember, but I think I was reminded of the train in Inception, and was joking that jumping in front of the train would be like a kick so we would wake up, but I didn't make my joke so clear that everyone would know that I had it from Inception.)[COLOR="royalblue"] then I imitate the Inception sound.
Only M gets the reference and jokes back that now we should check if we are dreaming, but she just laughs and it doesn't seem like she's actually doing any RC.
I, being reminded of the fact that I not only like Inception, but also Lucid Dreaming, get all hyped and go all "Yeah! We [I]do[/I] have to check!" so I stop and look around and try to remember how I got here. Lo and behold, I couldn't figure out how the hell I got there. I'm a little surprised but mostly amused, [/COLOR](Still seeing the whole thing as a joke)[COLOR="royalblue"] I tell M that I tried and that it must be a dream, but still only jokingly. Go me.[/COLOR]

[LIST][*] ORE WO DARE DA TO OMOTTEIRU!![/LIST]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Sitting somewhere, watching a movie. But right now I'm in the movie. It's a Harry Potter movie, there's slaves sitting around, hooded, perhaps. It's a long room with stairs at the end, and perhaps some big containers with valves, looks like they're made of copper. Harry comes in and runs towards the staircase, where Ron is, maybe he rescues Ron and the slaves? Anyways, they run towards the exit, and the roof above where they just stood and more hooded people fall down. The slaves and what I assume was Death Eaters all look the same. They come out and now they're in a big courtyard. A black figure in the air hovers sideways down towards them, it looks like one of those wraiths from Oblivion, but it's actually Voldemort. He's wielding a really really long sword. When he reaches Harry and Ron, he starts to give out an evil speech, but there's just one problem, he's speaking japanese. I think I catch a few words here and there, but now I'm aware that I'm sitting in a couch and watching it as a movie. Me and my granddad are watching the movie, and we're both wondering why he's speaking japanese. One of my friends come out of a door, he was watching it too, but he didn't hear any japanese. It was like we were sitting in a room closer to the screen, and the room behind us had a big window, and in there, Voldemort spoke in english, but out here he spoke japanese. Very weird.[/COLOR]

- [COLOR="royalblue"]I'm standing on a chair, looking at a fan. There's dust and spiders everywhere, I sort of hold the fan in place because it will, for some reason, be really bad if it stops working. Surprise, it stops working.[/COLOR]
- [COLOR="royalblue"]I'm on a path that leads down to a beach. A bunch of people from my class is sitting around a table. I drop a pen, and C kicks it away as a joke. I go over to get it, further down and closer to the beach.[/COLOR]
- [COLOR="royalblue"]I'm in the water with H and an unknown guy. One of them dives and tries to grab my leg and pretend they're a shark. I spot a real shark behind him so I panic and kick him until he comes up. We swim to some rocks where we try to get up and try not to get killed. H is being attacked.[/COLOR]

[B]#18, Undated[/B]
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm on work placement on a huge factory / construction site. I walk down some of the hallways, I see lots of big machines driving by. I see someone moving a handicapped woman in a wheelchair around the corner. I think her head was dangerously close to hitting the corner of the wall in the turn.
I go back and meet the giant machine again. It's hard to get past the machine as there isn't much space in the hallways.
I'm supposed to go and destroy some walls by a beach. I head out of the factory and climb down some ladders. I do parkour over / through some fences. I meet Bl from my old class on a bridge. We see someone else from the class cycling by. We say something funny. We see K, he doesn't answer us when we try to talk to him. We follow him. He doesn't want to talk to us. We find K's bird sitting on the road, I catch it by it's tail.

Now we're in the classroom. M and HC is counting us and assigning numbers to each of us, 1 2 3 4 and 5 so we are split up in 5 groups.
I suddenly realize that I forgot to bring appropriate clothing for the trip to a forest we were going to. [/COLOR]([I]An actual event for the day after this dream.[/I])

The dream starts off at night time in a neighbourhood that I do not recognize. There are several houses situated around a circular dead end of the street and everything in the dream is fuzzy and has a dark blue-ish shade to it. There are a small group of adolescent youth gathered in an upstairs floor on one of the houses. Some of the people are unfarmiliar and others are former grade school classmates of mine. I can only recall the names of two of them though most of their faces are farmiliar. There is a commotion outside and we are looking out the upstairs windows to see what is going on. A police cruiser is slowly making it's way down the street with it's lights flashing. Though the siren is not on, the red and white lights of the police car's flashing lights created a stark and eeiry contrast to the dark blue shades of everything on the street.

When the police cruiser reaches the dead end a spotlight is turned on and it begins searching the windows of the houses at the end of the street one by one. The group of youth's do not know what the spotlight is looking for, but we all duck and cover when the windows we are at are searched. Once all of the windows of all the houses at the end of the street have been searched, the police car turns off its flashing lights and slowly drives away. Without saying a word to each other, the group of youth quickly makes there way outside. Some go to their own homes, while the majority of us run into another single storey home just down the street. It is a house that was not searched by the police spotlight and we feel safe there.

We are in the livingroom of this house (I think it was supposed to be my place in the dream) sitting with the lights out when a S.W.A.T truck suddenly appears and backs into the driveway of a house across the street. In the dream, this house belongs to one of the people who is a former classmate of mine named B.J. We all watch as the house is apparently raided and B.J wants to return home because he is worried about his family and though we all implore him to stay, he sneaks out of the house we are in and across the street. He disappears behind the S.W.A.T truck and is seen no more. I do not know what became of him but the other youth in the group become frightened because they do not know why the police seem to be out to get us.

I cannot remember much more but there is something about one of my former classmates named Jen and a red brick fireplace.

I had my second lucid experience on this night! I only had very limited control, but I do believe that it is an improvement because in my first lucid experience I had no control what-so-ever.

The dream takes place about a block from where I live. There is a church with an expansive parking lot near the corner of the intersection and all of the outdoor scenes of the dream take place there. All of the inside scenes of the dream take place in what is very similar to the halls of the public school that I attended as a child. Even though, in reality, there are many apartment buildings, stores and a cemetery in the area surrounding the church and the road it is on, in the dream there was only thick, dark forest.


At the beginning of the dream I was inside wandering the halls of the school. It was night time and it should have been closed but I saw former classmates and teachers around as well. There were no classes going on and everything seemed very random or downright chaotic. The was some sort of parade thought the halls and people where dragging pieces of electronic equipment or walking with baby animals through the halls.

Someone walked by with six kittens on a leash and I could not see the person's face, but I remember thinking that the kittens were cute. I also saw someone trying to pull a baby elephant along but still did not realize that I was in a dream. I did not attempt any RCs because it just did not occur to me at the time. I saw an old schoolmate of mine named J.P and I decided to follow him.

We walked down a long hall and went outside. Rather than the school yard we walked out into the church parking lot. There were several parked vehicles as well as cars driving past on the road. J.P sat down on the front step of the church and looked at me and said something. Though I can remember the sound of his voice, I cannot remember what he said to me. I walked over to one of the parked cars (a light grey or white, two door hatchback) and thought that I would drive home in it. I started the car and pulled up the the street, but I swerved out onto the road without slowing down or stopping and I cut off at least two other road vehicles.

It was then that I realized I was in a dream, because I knew what I had just done was very illegal and not the proper way to drive. The first thing I did with my lucidity was put the dream in "reverse" and go back to the point of entering the vehicle so I could attempt an exit from the parking lot with the proper driving technique (what can I say? I am neurotic like that). The second attempt at driving was as well as could be but I turned around and returned to the church parking lot because I wanted to try and speak with J.P again. As I pulled in and parked I saw J.P going into the church. I ran to catch up with him and when I went through the church doors I found myself in the public school halls again.

This time however, the hall was very long and very wide and there where several former male classmates from my grade 7 and 8 years sitting all along the floor. The majority of them seemed to be working on bike or engine parts and their hands were all greasy. Some of them looked up at me and laughed (they used to pick on me and tease me relentlessly) but I ignored them and continued to follow J.P until he too sat down and started working on some greasy mechanical stuff.

I don't know exactly what happend but I lost my dream control, even though I was still aware that I was in a dream. I am guessing it is because I wasn't really doing anything special with my lucidity except follow people to see what they would do, rather than attempting things myself.

I turned around and saw some random former schoolmates exiting from a classroom door and going outside. I was pushed by an invisible force (I was fighting to regain my dream control at this point so the invisible force was probably my subconscious trying to move me along) to the door that the students were exiting. It turned out not to be a classroom but a small, single stall bathroom. It was dirty and empty and the fluorescent light was flickering ominously.

As the male classmates all stared at me, I went into the bathroom and attempted to do my business, but the door would not close properly (neither did the stall door now that I think of it) and I felt embarrased and "on display." I finished as quickly as I could and tried to wash my hands, but the taps spewed some disgusting brown liquid. I got out of there as quickly as I could and went back into the hall to find that all of the male schoolmates who were sitting on the floor laughing at me - except for J.P, who just looked at me with a sad expression on his face before returning to his greasy work.

I remember running for the exit doors because I was upset and embarassed but the the faster I ran towards the doors, the further away they seemed. I acknowledged that my dream was turning into one of those weird stretchy hall dreams, but I did not have the control over my body to stop myself from running. The only thing I could think of doing was saying to myself over and over again "This is cliche and boring. This is cliche and boring."


The dream ended there. Only after I woke up did I realize that I should have been said "more clarity" or "more lucidity" rather than "this is cliche and boring." Oh well, next time.

Morning of January 19, 1974. Saturday.



I am at my middle school and in the large cafeteria. It seems to be the weekend though (as it is in reality). During this morning, in being here, I discover that most of my classmates have either been replaced by androids or have always been androids (even though their body shape is nothing like that of a real person - too simple and angular).

A girl I know; a classmate; Andrea M, is lying on her back, resembling a trapezoidal form, some sort of trapezoidal prism relative to her torso with only a few defined angles, not really resembling the human form. All of these “androids” (or whatever they really are) are not active in any way. It seems very strange to see the cafeteria filled with all these strange figures, most of which are on their back and not moving. They almost remind me of something you could just make using a fairly simple net (in the geometrical sense) folded about in the right ways. In some ways, they are almost like a type of furniture or could maybe even serve as a trapezoidal “cardboard box”. I do not think any other “real” people are around except perhaps a janitor (and we do not approach each other or interact).

Nothing much happens, though there is an odd level of curiosity as I walk about the large lunchroom.

An android or robot, or in fact any artificial person, especially if inactive (including even a doll, mannequin, ventriloquist dummy, or statue), is a “downgrading” of dream character projection. On one level, it may reflect the lack of awareness (of the conscious self) within the dream state, that is, a lack of conscious self dynamics (or conscious self identification) while in the dream. Characters rendered as such also imply static waking thoughts. The fact they are lying on their back may represent a subtle association of being aware of being in the dream state (yet still non-lucid).

The intriguing thing here is that the form of the “androids”, especially taking note of the closest (female) one, also reminds me somewhat of the shape of certain kinds of bridges as well as suggesting an overpass, of which represents the waking transition (dream self going over the bridge to coalesce into the conscious self).