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Dream - Lucid

I was at work at the bakery. I was walking by a room where the managers were having a meeting. None of them were in their work clothes. I saw my manager there. Her back was to me and her hair was half pulled up in a short, high ponytail. I thought about how different she looked when she was back here working.

I then had to approach her about something. We were still inside, but I had to wade through this high grass that was flooded with this milky white water. The discoloration of the water was caused by chemicals that were being used on the grass for some reason. I was worried about the chemicals making me sick. I finally got to the other side. I looked down at my leg, and there was this huge bruise that took up my whole kneecap. It then started to move around on my leg. I wondered if I was seeing things, but no, it was clearly moving. I then saw this weird brown streak coming from a healing scab. Someone, a female employee, pointed it out and asked what it was. I thought it was a sign of infection in my blood, as was the moving bruise. I was afraid that it would move to my heart and kill me. I started to panic. I said
"I need to go to the hospital. Call 911. Call an ambulance!"
I then started to overflow with panic, thought about the ambulance fee, and I passed out.

I was feeling like I was buried beneath consciousness; I felt like I was out quite deep. I started to surface, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was at work, sitting next to my manager, Shannon, on a grey bench attached to a wall. I guess nothing was wrong with me. I looked down at my knee, and it looked better and less bruised. I looked up and asked Shannon
"What happened? Was I just panicking?"
She responded
"Yes."
She then gave me a copy of the hospital bill. It had a description of everything they did and how much it cost. For instance, the used a strong anti-anxiety of some sort to calm me down, and that cost $321. That's the only figure I remember though. It listed the life flight to a different state's hospital, which was in a jet instead of a helicopter, evaluation, and showed that I was good to go home that day because nothing was wrong with me. I felt bad because I didn't want to waste anyone's time, and I felt like I had.

I then was behind the counter, and I was trying to call my best friend Mk. I got her voicemail. Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears. She said the usual, that she wasn't available, and then she started to apologize for something about some chemical company she was apparently working for. Then she went on to say leave a message. I then noticed a customer, a woman, and I quickly hung up the phone and said
"I'm so sorry! I was trying to call my friend!"
She gave me a smile and a stare, as if to say she knew and I shouldn't have been doing that.
"What can I get for you?" I asked with a smile.
She then started to walk to the other side of the case to point out what she wanted, and then I woke up.

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I was leaving the apartment to go to work or something. Dallas was there, and it was daytime. I opened the door to leave when my cat, Belle, ran out. Ugh, I really didn't want to chase her down. I waited, trying to see where she would go. She paused, and then started to go down the stairs. She got to the bottom, and instead of a parking lot, it was a small grassy field. I finally got to her and grabbed her. I remember grabbing her tail and another part of her and pulling her to me. I picked her up to take her back inside.

Then, it was like she was a child, and asked if she could go out to this different part of the field when I got home. I told her no. I think I told her no because the spot she wanted to play in was muddy.

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Something about work, about me clocking in late a few times for some reason, like from coming back from lunch and being late getting to work. I was worried about getting fired. The rooms I was in for a lot of this dream were dark. Something about someone calling my current manager by her real name, Sherry.

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I was working at the bakery, and had been there for only a week. I was sitting in this very large back room at a long table. Across from me sat my old manager, Sherry. She was my manager again now. Also, my friend Courtney S. from my old job was working there now too.

I then was in another part of the back room. As I entered it, I saw racks full of perfectly iced coffee cakes and such. Courtney S. and Patti, a lady I work with currently, were both back there. I knew Courtney had done the racks of perfectly iced coffee cakes, even though she had only been there for a few days. I asked her what I needed to do. She told me that I needed to scrub the doors. I think they were doors to the ovens. I then started to do it. I also had to get on a step ladder to clean on this blue, cylindrical fan-type thing. It was caked with bread dough. It was used to cool it down, or something weird, I'm not sure. At any rate, I had to use this special tool to scrape the dough out. I didn't use it at first, but then I switched to it. It worked much better. I kept thinking about how pissed I was that I had to work under Sherry again, when she was part of the reason I quit my old job in the first place. I "remembered" speaking with the old store manager, a bigger woman resembling one of the customer service managers I work with IWL, at the same place I first saw Sherry working there, in the back at the long table a few days prior.

When I finished that chore, I asked Courtney what I needed to do next. She was telling me how to do the floor. I had to flood it. I asked if I needed to squeegie it, and Patti said yes. I remembered doing that before at a different job (IWL the only job I have done that at is the one I'm at now in the bakery). I started to do it. I saw lots of bread crumbs and such.

Then, I was sitting on my bed in my childhood room. The bed was even in the place it was when we first moved in there. Dallas was sitting on it with me, but...he was a baby. Like, he looked like he does now, the same size and everything, but he was a baby. I had to try to keep him from falling off the bed. I then had to pick him up and carry him, though I wasn't quite sure how to do it correctly. I picked him up with one hand under his butt. He was so heavy, and it felt awkward to carry him. I had to adjust my grip so I wouldn't drop him. I even commented on it, saying I wasn't sure how to do this right. I then remember seeing his hair styled in this weird, curled fashion, with it being curled in on both sides. He liked that hairstyle, but I thought it looked silly. But it was ok since he was a baby.

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

02-27-2014 -- Very strange cross between Hogwarts and home, throughout the dream. Somehow the ministry has done some bad stuff, and as a result, magic is dying out, and I am working with Dumbledore, Mcgonagall and others on the staff to clear out Hogwarts. We know the ministry are on their way, and want to take over the school, and with the way they have destroyed the magical world, we have no intention of letting them have any of the books, supplies, and so on which are stored at the school.

Meanwhile, the scene keeps randomly shifting from cleaning out the school to cleaning out the Hickory house, and Dumbledore keeps shifting into my dad. I am running around the house picking up all the money he has been gathering up. It is all in dollars, not in galleons, but he managed to accumulate the vast majority of the world's remaining wealth, as the economy collapses along with magic. I am stuffing money in my pockets and in my backpack, grabbing it from where it is sitting on counter tops, and floating in pools of water, and otherwise all over the place. I have probably around a million bucks, which now makes me by far the richest person on the planet, so you know the economy has been devastated.

So the ministry shows up, and are furious to find that almost everything has been removed from the school, and all the students and staff have gone, and I am the only one left. Dolores Umbridge is trying to threaten me, but since most of the magic that remains in the school has settled in me, I am by far the most powerful wizard left in this world, even if my power is also slowly fading. They have no chance to hurt me at this point (other than what they have already done, in destroying magic) so I completely ignore them.

By this point I am gathering up the last of the money, and am wandering around in a mostly derelict castle which almost seems to be morphing into a derelict bank. There are three teenage muggle girls wandering in, wanting to make some kind of transaction, and I have to explain to them that the bank is closed ... permanently. They are running around, tossing about a football, and one of them is annoyed that I won't toss the football with them. I have no interest in that, but as I am trying to get them to leave me alone, I can hear one of their stomachs growling. Since the world is collapsing around us, and I am now the richest person in the world, I decide to help out.

The bank has turned into a steak restaurant, and I tell one of the girls I will buy her a meal, and she mentions it has been something like six days since she last had a chance to eat. In return, I suggest that she buys one of the really big steaks, but eats it very slowly over the course of a couple days so she doesn't overwhelm her stomach. Somehow I am explaining that magic is dying, and therefore the world is dying, and neither will be coming back, and as I am explaining, Carolyn and her husband Don show up. It seems that they are magical (those losing their magic), and as they see me telling these muggle girls about magic, Don is about to call the ministry on me, not because he is particularly pleased with them, or one of the worst of the pureblood bigots, but just because the Statute of Secrecy is still the law. But I disconnect his phone by magic, and tell him that with the world dying, it doesn't matter, anymore. Besides, nobody really has enough power left to do anything to me, anyway.

Then I decide that I feel like heading back up north, though it changes moment by moment if that means to Hogwarts, or to perhaps Altamonte, Longwood, or maybe Mount Dora. But I start holding hands with all of them, and use a large amount of my remaining power to side-along apparate all of us, then wake up.

Morning of May 11, 2014. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I live in a huge mansion (with a false memory of having moved there just recently, but I am not sure if our move is complete yet) with so many rooms, it is probably difficult to count them all, especially as some have not been used for a long time. The house is very old and in disrepair and, I think, belongs to the owner of our present home (a recurring association).

I soon discover that I have a device that is like a wand or small rod. It has multiple functions that work depending on which one is needed the most at a particular time. This basic idea has been somewhat sparsely recurring over many years, but sometimes with different associations and workability.

In this case, the wand does several things, including removing any sort of patina, rust, cobweb, or dust, and also automatically repairs things (such as broken pipes or holes in plaster).

My dream is very long but mostly only involves directing the wand at the various fixtures and such in the rooms that need cleaning and repair. I am amazed at how dark rust and such is transformed into smooth shiny silvery metal. Cobwebs are dissolved from corners of tables and some things are automatically polished. Screws are tightened automatically and any nails that have partly come out or any wood that has been damaged is also restored to original condition.

Some of what I do is random, though, as a few rooms need far more work than others and I only do parts of the more difficult surfaces and areas, which I plan to do additional work on later. I move the wand about and make “stripes” of transformed silver in the deeply rusted pipes and such, with a similar effect as filling in an outline of a shape with a pen or pencil (recurring over many years) - yet I am not aware of any adjustment to make the “brush” (or range) wider (similar to a brush in a graphics program by association). I am enjoying my work, though. There is not any physical stress involved, though I do know it will take time and effort.

Chinese Buildings / Radio Announcer


NPR came on this morning and infiltrated my dream.

I was in China, watching a building being built at night. I forgot almost all of the dream. It was very involved. In any case, when it was over, the dream switched to me being inside a house, likely in America, and the NPR announcer was in the living room with me.

He walked across the living room to his seat saying his finishing line, "I'm (whatever my name is) for NPR in Shanghai." I don't remember if he said Shanghai or some other place. My memory escapes me, but I couldn't help but thing how dumb it was to be saying his ending line when he was right there with me.

It wasn't that he wasn't in Shanghai or whatever. That part was OK. It's just that I knew who he was, and he was acting like he needed to tell me as though he was talking to everyone through the radio, which of course he was because NPR was infiltrating my dream.

In my dream, it was really weird. It was like someone talking to you in third person. Then I started thinking, I wish I could do a piece based on a manuscript I wrote. I could be all technical and sound important, but that wasn't about to happen, and my dream ended.

Argue and Make Up

My wife wanted help cleaning up. She said the dishes needed to be washed, and she asked me to sweep the floor...and please mop...please! She was upset with me.

I started sweeping, but it was hard to get all the dirt to sweep up. There was crap everywhere, and I was upset about having to clean up.

I was barefoot. I was sweeping up cat litter, but we don't have a cat and my wife won't let me have one in waking life, so I was pissed about having to clean up kitty litter.

I told my wife, who looked like someone completely different, why I was mad. I was calm about it, and she said she didn't want to fight. She asked me to hold her, so I held her. We started messing around. I was licking around her vagina, but now we were in a public auditorium. Someone came in at the bottom, so I said we had to stop.

The lady came up a bit, and then went out a door to her left. We continued messing around for a bit. I did not get pleasure from the sex the way I typically do in dream sex. It was more a matter of what the dream story was than the fact that I was performing a sex act.

Dream Skip

I'm still with my wife I think. I see a bunch of rodent cages that look rather convenient for housing mice or gerbils, and it looks like they are being thrown away. I went up to them to check them out, and they had little furry rodents in them.

Every time I moved a cage, the rodents were multiplied. They would get out of where they were, and then there were to many to put in the space they were just in.

My wife, or who ever it was now, said she lost a bunch of them. I found a whole family living out of the cage, and managed to pluck them all up and put them in my shirt. Then I started looking for where to put them with no luck.

The End

Playing Piano

I was playing some little piece on the piano in front of a bunch of people. It was a simple little piece, but it was captivating for some reason, and everyone loved it. I was alternating two notes, but they sounded good together. I started forgetting the piece, so a started improvising. I was playing chords that didn't really sound that great to me, but everyone loved it.

Then I started playing up the keyboard and my hands were so dextrous, I was playing stuff I could never play in waking life. I was amazing myself, and it was all improvised.

I finished the piece and everyone was cheering. I won third place, which surprised me, and received a $200 check.

The End

09/13/11

EVE: War Sucks
I am in a game of EVE Online. I am flying my drake in low security space, I know I am looking for trouble. I wonder if maybe I should've brought a smaller ship. Griefers might be afraid a drake might fight back. But I'm looking for a specific griefer. Back Hoe is his username. I finally find the system he is in. I call him out in local. I say I challenge him to a fight, my drake vs. whatever he has. He agrees to a one on one. I arrive and find there are somehow three of him all out there at the same time. So much for one on one. Well, I also got a secret. I launch my Fire Valkyrie from my drake. He can't seem to hit that no matter how many of him there are. I blast all three of his ships and then triple pod him when escape pods launch. Ha! The joke is on him. 3 vs. 1 but it was him that didn't have a chance!

EVE: Betrayal
I am in low sec space in my drake, looking for someone to fight, preferably some asshole who likes to pick on those weaker than themselves. I scan the system and locate a tengu. That's a pretty powerful ship so I warp to the location to see if he attacks. It turns out the player is Xenoace, who is a member of a friend corp. Oh, well. No fight there. But I was wrong. He attacks me and blows up my drake, this took me by surprise. My Fire Valkyrie ejects instead of my escape pod. This clearly surprises him. That's a fancy pod, he says. Now it go boom. He's trying to warp scramble me, but I don't have any intention of running. I attack Xeno's tengu an blow it up. His pod ejects. I hesitate just a bit too long and it warps away before I can pod him. Why was Xeno attacking me???

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09/15/11

I Am Sailor Moon
I am Serena Usagi, also known as Sailor Moon . I am meeting with the other sailor scouts and we are discussing how to keep the silver imperium crystal safe. Every time I start an idea Rae says it's a dumb one. She follows that by insulting me a lot. No one is objecting. I get pissed. I finally throw the crescent moon wand at Rae and tell her fine, if everyone there hates me so much, I quit. Rae can be leader, she can be the new Sailor Moon. I'm out of here. I leave in a huff, almost in tears. I am near a plant shop when I hear something. I follow the noise. A weird mutant plant woman is attacking Rae, who is in Sailor Mars form now. The plant woman has Rae cornered. Hey! Double ugly weed bitch! Over here! She glares at me then comes at me. I turn and run, I have no wand to transform with. I go to the plant shop. Where is your weed killer? A shelf of Weed-B-Gone. I take several. Plant bitch is here. I spray her with weed killer. The weeds all over her die, leaving a disoriented woman. Rae comes. She says that was the second dumbest thing I have ever done... the first being when I left... I interrupt. The dumbest was ever thinking I could have a real friend. Fuck off, I'm still out of here. I leave, I am still pissed. I ignore Rae calling me to stop. I wake up feeling so very isolated, so alone.

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09/17/11

EVE: Revenge
I am once again in a game of EVE Online, I am in my Fire Valkyrie. I am hovering outside a station where I know there are several assholes holed up. The list on my screen shows Back Hoe, Menardii, Draco, Marley... and a couple others. They are all showing as war targets. I wait for a bit and finally Back Hoe tries to leave. I blast him... ship and pod. I wait some more. Draco tries to leave. I blast him, too. Ship and pod. This is amusing. They are cursing at me in local chat. I don't respond. I warp away. One of them tries to leave again. I warp back so fast. Boom, I blast Menardii... ship and pod. You guys are screwed. Whenever you step out of the safety of that station I'll be here to pod your asses! I will be here and POD YOU every time! How do you like it, assholes? It sucks to be you!

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9/19/11

Pokémon Hunt
My mother and I are in a forest searching around for pokémon, my mother is looking to catch herself one. My mom says what she really wants to catch is a pikachu. I remind her we already have a pikachu back at the house, in fact we have several of them. She says one can never have too many pikachus. We have pokéballs and my mother asks me where she should look. I tell her most of the pokémon will be in the tall grassy areas and in the bushes, most of them will be hidden from sight. They don't realize we aren't there to hurt them. My mom and I look for a while longer, I really want to find a feline pokémon. My mom surprises me when she throws her pokéball. It opens up and successfully captures a pokémon, though I don't get a good look at it before it vanishes inside. She asks how she's supposed to convince it she will be nice to it. I tell her she has to be friends with it. She opens the pokéball and reveals the pokémon she caught. It is about the size of a house cat, but it is a bug type… it looks like a lady bug with iridescent spots. The pokémon flies around my mother a few times as if assessing her, deciding if it will trust her. It apparently decides it likes her energy because it lands beside her and seems relaxed. My mom is ready to go home even without a pikachu. I say I'm going to keep looking for a feline.

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Summer Gift Day
I am at school, it is like a high school, and it is the last day of the year before summer break. The entire school is participating in a secret gift-giving event. Everyone will draw the name of another student and then give them a modestly priced or homemade gift. I figure that since I am so extremely popular (NOT!) I'll probably get someone's dogs shit wrapped up in a brown paper bag. But I'm not going to do that. I don't know what the person would like… I get a name of someone I don't know. Gloria. I decide to get her a gift card from somewhere that her money might go a bit farther than with new items. I will get her a gift card from Bookman's. If she likes books, she's set. Music, movies, video games… Alicia is there with me and she thinks that is a good idea. We are leaving for Bookman's when someone tells us not to be late for graduation.

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09/28/11

Cleaning House
I am in a large house, more of a mansion than a regular sized home, and I am exploring the place. The entire house is really creepy, it looks abandoned and haunted. But I somehow know it isn't supposed to be like that, there are people who live here, or there are supposed to be. I wonder if they are still here with the mess. I start cleaning up some of the mess I find around, doing so seems to brighten the place up a bit. I open a door that is on the third floor, thinking I will find a room. But instead the door leads to empty space, an exterior door on the third level of a house that doesn't lead to a deck or a stairway, just to a three story drop. Well, that seems odd, I wonder if I should put a warning sign on the door or maybe board it up so no one opens it and strolls through… only to find themselves in mid air. Outside it is dark, there is a breeze blowing through some large trees. A rather nice view if someone would just put a deck there. I go inside and continue cleaning the place up, I am actually making some decent progress. I wonder where the people who live here are… have they left? Will they come back?
Note: After I woke up I got the feeling I had been inside MoSh's inner world.

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09/29/11

Save Me
I am in MoSh's inner world, this is something I do not question at all, and it doesn't lead me to do a reality check. It seems perfectly normal for me to be there. I look around, trying to get my bearings, wondering where MoSh and Asuka might be… and their kids, too. Right now I don't see anyone… but wait… I do. There is a strange woman standing alone in an open area of dirt. I can hear her crying. She says she only wanted a safe place to hide, she didn't mean to cause any harm… really… she just wants to be safe… I wonder what she is talking about. Is she somehow responsible for the problems going on in here lately? Could it be an accident? She says she needs help, someone to save her… but she's not sure if she is worth saving. She says probably not. Some weird things erupt from the ground at her feet, wires and such are forming all over her body, it makes her look like some kind of strange robot. She is screaming the whole time that happens, then she suddenly attacks me. I am forced to fight her, and I finally use a water based spell that is shorting out the robotic circuits. The wires retreat, pulling back into the ground. The woman is also gone, now there is a little girl huddled on the ground sobbing. I try to approach the little girl but she disappears before I can reach her.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

18-09-11 I am in an office building, it is the one I used to work in in England though it doesn't really look anything like it. I am back working there though my role is changed and besides that I am more confident and have a bit more of a give a fuck attitude towards the place.

The woman I am going with tells me we have to leave, but then Cyrille steps in and tells me that I am not going anywhere. Think he has a suspicion that we aren't really working when we are off site together. Instead I get tasked with cleaning up the management's staff and meeting area.

I keep running into Ben T, who seems to be wearing a sling around his arm, but he assures me it isn't. I am not too bothered about having to clean, in fact I decide that I will do it quite thoroughly it beats being on the phone.

The place is really quite filthy, so I decide to take it one room at the time. Cyrille tells me to get around the edges quite well and I ask if he has an extension for the hoover in that case as I am not going to bend all the way down to do that job. I start out with the kitchen and break area where after I move to an office room rarely used, which is understandable as there are loads of stuff and the floor is filth.

The dream skips to somewhere else, where I am, not exactly sure where, but then I return to finish the job.

At one point when I am back doing the work my perspective shifts from the building I am in out to a building far away. I can see that I am in a sky scraper of sorts and that the company only has 2 floors of the building (where in waking life they have a 3 story building completely to themselves). And while I am in this perspective I hear Tim S give a small scale presentation that the company has been successfully sold for some billion “currency” amount.

I shift back to the building and Tim comes and grabs me and take me through the first floor, which is completely empty, which strikes me as odd and we walk towards the staircase/lift area. He asks me if I remember him giving me this key to the building. I feel ashamed I thought he had forgotten about that, it is a key to get into the building. But I reply “Yes”, “Well can I have it back?”, “No I don't have it any more, I lost it”, “The locks are supposed to be changed when we loose a key, why didn't you tell me?”, I explain that I was somewhat afraid of him and especially that it might have affected my career negatively. He reassures me that he wouldn't have done that.

Notes: Really bad recall this night, only remember this one. On the plus side I woke up with light in my eyes, which is rare and I haven't slept this well for a long time ^^

I had a weird experience of having two dreams in one, with one dream happening while the other was being told as some sort of folk lore story, which I was able to visualize while the dream was happening, really different for me
The folklore story being told to me throughout the dream was about a man who would smash other people's right hands with a hammer. One day, this man's right hand got smashed by someone else, and he never, EVER slept again. Thrilling, I know

The rest of the dream was a bit weird. I woke up in my bed, (if I made RC's a force of habit every time I woke up I would have realised it was a dream!) I rolled over on my side and sat up, pulling my eye mask up from my face. There was lots of day light, and my dad woke me up by trying to clean my room. He was digging through a pile of stuff which was where my computer chair was supposed to be, and at one point he threw a stick of bamboo at me.

He said 'We need to clean up this pig sty.' I disagreed, telling him it was only desk clutter making it look dirty. I took a look around my room, and it seemed perfectly.. normal for a dream. My clothes were piled up where they were supposed to be, snuggie on my dresser, books and assorted mess on my table. I find it odd that I actually conciously surveyed my environment and didn't find anything wrong with it, at least my awareness is kicking in!

A girl who I met at a party a couple of days ago was texting me, she was relatively boring but I kept talking to her. I used both my phone to text her and then got on msn on my computer and kept talking to her. I sat in my computer chair playing with an LED down light. It was like a faded yellow block of plastic, with an LED in the middle. I remember looking at the LED and noticing it looked more like a yellow lightbulb, but when I turned it around it definitely shone white light in my eyes. I even noticed it wasn't plugged into anything, and didn't think anything odd of it. Dream ends around here.

I see a friend of mine, she's on some sort of ferry/cruise ship kind of thing. It's just been very painstakingly cleaned for her, I get the impression my friend is famous or important some how. She has an entourage with her, including her Mom and Grandmother. I am not sure where the ship is going or why it's going anywhere. She's in her gorgeous room, it's very beautifully decorated in the style of what I remember of Versailles. She is trying to speak German, but it's not working. She has a doctor's appointment, so the doctor enters the room. She begins talking about the pill she is on and how it's made her gain weight. She refers to her Grandmother a few times, but her Grandmother keeps saying "Not this time, dear" and waving the questions away. I become aware that her Grandmother won't talk about the issue of birth control because she's too embarrassed.

We moved into a large house with a pool, I guess you could call it a mansion. A housewarming party was planned for that evening. We were rushing around cleaning the house up, especially the pool area. There was a special painting that had to be put together and hung. My cousin did that.
After that there was some sort of Bear chase in the trails behind the pool.

This dream comes in two parts:

I'm in a courtyard area with some else and we're both sweeping up the courtyard and putting rubbish into bin bags, there is a long building on the edge of the courtyard there's a building with several doors, rather like a long stone stable, we're putting the bags into the nearest stable. I'm awaire that one of my bags has split and there's a computer monitor poking out ready to drop.
Next thing I'm awaire of, I'm now the other person, but his younger self as a child. He/I see myself approaching. My other self says something to the lad who then becomes very excited and runs off.

Last night's dream was filled with feelings of guilt and exasperation

I was at some random guy's house, helping him host a house party because he was sick. It should be mentioned that 'I' was not me - I was female but in another body it seemed.

The whole party consisted of me fetching and carrying for the host, cleaning up all of the bottles and dirty clothes (?) left around by guests, and feeling incredibly guilty knowing that I was helping this guy cheat on his girlfriend, who came home early in the end of the dream.

A bit of a masochistic dream, me thinks

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I dreamed for a subjectively really long time last night, but my recall is a bit fragmented. I don't really remember the transitions between most of the scenes, which is reflected in the absence of flowing transitions between paragraphs in this entry.]

I'm lying in a bed that I'm sharing with a man I know. It's not sexual; he's asleep. He rolls over onto me, apparently completely unaware of my presence. I struggle to get out from underneath him, and succeed, standing up.

I'm now in a long, wide, rectangular space with white walls that serves as the entryway to our church's offices, which are within a really big building. A long, straight hallway leading to other offices on the floor forms one of the long sides of the rectangle, and the doors into our offices are on the other side. The center of the rectangle is filled with a row of wide, square, dark-colored, upholstered seats. I'm lying on one of them, with my knees bent over the front edge of it and my feet on the floor. Several people from my church walk by, coming in and out of the doors. They see me, and I say, “Hi.”

I'm in another room in the same really big building. It's being remodeled. There's a couch that's completely wrapped in newsprint, because someone is going to paint this room. I'm standing near the doorway, and I see L.M. [a teacher from my real high school, whose class I was never in] walking by out in the hall. I introduce one of the other people who's in the room with me to her: “This is L.M. She teaches biology.” L.M. is wearing a name tag that says “Sakura Lily [Something-or-other beginning with M],” in Roman characters. I think, I didn't know that was her real name.

I'm looking out the wall of the really big building that's make up of one really big window, at a sky filled with pink and orange clouds. I realize that it's already 3:00 in the afternoon, and I've already wasted most of the day. I'd better hurry up if I want to do the studying I still need to do for my final. [In the dream, I actually remembered having experienced most of an entire day in that really big building, including lunchtime.]

I'm in another living-room-like room, similar to the one that was being remodeled, except that this one isn't. At this point, it hits me: This isn't a real place. I'm dreaming. That explains why I wasn't really hungry for lunch earlier: my real body is asleep, and I had a big dinner before I went to bed. Oh! Since I'm dreaming, it's not really 3:00. The day hasn't even started yet! I still have time to study! Strangely, thinking about the fact that I'm dreaming causes me to feel woozy, dizzy, and sick, and the whole world to tilt. [Probably because I was rereading parts of the Inception shooting script again, in which telling someone that they're dreaming causes the dream to destabilize. Dang it! I know it doesn't have to be like that.] I think, No. I have to keep the dream stable. I kneel down to feel the carpet, which, this time, is a little like the carpet in my real room, except lighter (more yellow than brown) and slightly shaggier. The dizzy, tilting feeling goes away. Standing up, I put my hands under running water. At first, I can't feel it at all, but then I feel the warm water running over my hands. Then, I reach into a fish tank on a nearby table to touch the goldfish in it with my fingers. I've done this before, I think. What did it feel like? This. It does feel pretty much like I remember it feeling when I had my own goldfish tank in reality.

I return to the room that was being remodeled, to find that they're done remodeling it. The couch has been unwrapped and all the other furniture has been returned to the room. This room will be serving as the first-aid station for some kind of event; there's a handwritten paper sign on the door saying so. I feel the need to leave this room clean and neat before this dream ends (I sense that it will soon), so I pick up all the trash and used tissues that are lying all over the middle of the floor.

I'm outside, at night, looking at a couple of brightly-lit city blocks. I think, Oh, cool! Those are the blocks just to the south of home! [What home, I don't have the slightest idea.] I start flying, this time taking off with more of an effort of will and belief than by jumping (it also helps that I'm feeling happy and excited), and go straight up, so as to admire the view better. When I get up high, I start being pulled backward again [see this DJ entry and this one], but this time, it doesn't frighten me. I think, Oh, I must be going back to my real body now.

It turns out that I'm wrong. I find myself in another unfamiliar place [I don't remember where it was]. I pinch my nose and can still breathe through it, which is a pretty neat feeling. I'm still dreaming. [I remember doing this on two different occasions, but I'm not sure when the other one was.]

I'm entering my family's house [but it's none of our real houses]. P. is waiting for me inside, and expresses frustration that I've been gone so long. I'm still aware that this is a dream, but I decide to play along with the dream plot. I enter the kitchen, and my parents are there. I look at the whiteboard/calendar attached to the side of the fridge and see that something I wrote there before has been erased, and the magnets on it have been moved around. I follow my family up the stairs in the house, and we end up in a room filled with barrels of wine.

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Side notes:

This dream seemed to go on for a really long time, especially considering that I remembered being in the dream building for most of a day. I only wrote down the most memorable moments. I think this is because time dilation was the topic I was reading the most about here on DV before I went to bed last night. I am pleased with this development, and now I'm even more motivated to learn better control, so that I can really take advantage of the time and stability I now seem to have in lucid dreams.

A bunch of frags last night because I didn't sleep well. I'm surprised I even recalled anything at all. Watched True Blood and that influenced many aspects of my dreams.

Fragment #1

I'm in a car, sitting there waiting for someone. An older man is with me. I know who he is in the dream, but waking, I can't remember. Dom's character from Inception opens the car door and sits down in the driver seat. I scoot over (somehow we can fit all of us in the front seats) Dom tells me to start cleaning up the car, how could I get it so dirty? I begin to clean it with the older man giving me helpful advice on what to use, and how to clean. There was more, but I can't remember.

Fragment #2

I'm a knight, and I'm searching these tents for survivors. A child calls out for help, a little creepily, but I go anyway. Two children are there, a blond girl and a boy. They peek from their hiding place and tell me to come into the tent. I already know what they are. Vampires. They want me to come in the shade so they can feed. I feel bad when I go in, pretend to be stupid so they attack. I drag the girl out into the sun, but I forget what happened to the boy.

Fragment #3

It's winter, and I'm taking pictures of these strange peacock/eagles that have landed on this dock. It's red with gray underfeathers. Another comes, black one, and tries to hurt the first. I throw snowballs at it, stunning it and making it fly away. A second one tries to hurt the first and I hurl a big ice ball at it. It slumps over dead, then turns into a man. The red bird shapeshifts into a man and says not to worry, the others were evil.

There was more to this dream, but I can't recall.

I was cleaning some seats. One was a toilet seat for a toilet that I had been using. I used a squirt of some detergent stuff from a spray bottle and wiped it up with a cloth. It hadn't been long since I washed the toilet seat last.
And then I proceeded to wash the car seats in my mum's car. I was driving it for some reason. But it was larger than usual. All the seats and dashboard and stuff were quite spaced out. I didn't end up cleaning it properly, and there were still some crumbs and stuff left on the passenger seat. Or on my seat, I don't quite remember whose.

So I was driving around and stuff. I think there was a large factory somewhere. I can't remember much else.

Edit: After I woke up I started falling back asleep, and managed to plunge into sleep paralysis. Unfortunately about one second after this, someone knocked on my door to talk to me >_>
Lol annoying xP