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Fragment: I am eating Pizza. Not trying to feed some zombie mutant form or anything. Just eating pizza. And I am actually eating a sane amount rather than last time.

I am watching a science fiction movie about the first manned mission to mars. It is a partnership between Nasa, China and the European space agency.
The first thing that I can recall seeing is the ship. It is huge by 'realistic' standards, perhaps 40m wide by 20m high by 100m long. The European space agencies worked to build the crew housing as well as find the crew members. China was responsible for the 'light speed engines'. I don't think they could go light speed necessarily, but they were engines that made the ship go very fast. Then attached to the outside were the engines that Nasa built designed for landing the ship on Mars. They were not as fast but they worked better when near planets, because supposedly the Chinese engines were affected by planet's gravity and could explode.
The ship is docked to the ISS, and there are two space shuttles there as well. The movie goes into some characters that are getting ready to board the ship, such as the captain. I think in total, about 10 people will be going to Mars.
We then see another character. A woman who was chosen to go, but declined as she had the feeling that something would go wrong. She was at home (somewhere in rural England) where there was a strong thunderstorm rolling through. She is with her daughter, who looks a lot like her, though is about two. She is talking on the phone with the people at the space agency saying that there is one last shuttle going up tomorrow and that if she wants to go, she still can. The woman says 'No' that she would rather take care of her daughter than be a part of history.
Cut back to outer space. Mars is coming in range to go to. But now here is the funny part. Mars comes REALLY close to earth. I mean like the planet was probably only a few thousand miles over the surface at its lowest point. I then carries on past earth. Supposedly the mission was supposed to 'chase' Mars after it passed earth. So the astronauts wait a few days.
So the big day comes. Time to fire the engines and chase down Mars. Right before the engines fire, we see that the crew checks in with the space agency. We see that something small on the ship has just detached from near the engines. There is a shot of the captain turning on the engines.
The Chinese engine fires, but only the one on the left. The one on the right seems to be malfunctioning, and spitting out fuel. The ship begins to spin violently. They try to turn on the Nasa engine to bring it into balance, but the Chinese engine is much more powerful. The ship begins to spiral down to earth, then the Chinese engine goes offline because it is too close to the earth's gravity. Using the Nasa engines, they are able to stabilize the ship before it falls into the atmosphere. The space agencies goes into emergency mode to fly up and fix the engine before Mars is out of range.

IWL, I'm going to college in the fall.

So I am going to my first day at college. The campus feels much more built up than it is IWL. I meet my roommate who has long curly hair and seems like a nice guy.

I forget a great deal of what happened, but I recall this part where everyone is drawing with sidewalk chalk. There are some very talented artists present. I try to draw a character but for some reason he continually becomes very small. I scratch him out and try to draw the character huge, like 10 feet high, but I look away then look back and my drawing is tiny again.

I was doing some exercise where I was supposed to send letters to my to-be college professors (in RL, I am going to college in the fall) and since I am an arts major, I am supposed to send samples of my work as well.
Anyways, we are getting these letters back now, and for some reason they are posted all over the campus, organized by student. My letters are posted on the trunk of a large tree. I can see that letters from one professor are very kind to me, almost overly optimistic. This professor says they are looking foreword to me. Another one of my to-be professors has written that I am a 'Gay Ass Faggot' and that they hate all of my artwork, and that they are going to fail me no matter what I do.



My dad is telling me about this dream that he had. I am surprised to learn that he became lucid in it as my dad was never very into the idea of me (or anyone) lucid dreaming.

I woke up with Queen's 'Eye of the Tiger' stuck in my head.

Dream - Lucid


I was in a school, a college. I was trying to pick out a class to get me to 18 credit hours to complete my major. I was filling out a paper, but it was like the paper was also a computer. I needed to choose one of these medical classes that I really was interested in taking, and the course numbers were 96, 98, and 99. I saw one, and then it disappeared. I could not find them anymore on the paper; they had already filled up. The only course numbers I was seeing were numbers in the 60's and I remember seeing 89. Those were not courses I wanted to take, however. I was frustrated. I wouldn't be able to take them until they were offered again the next fall.

I was trying to fill in the credit hours so I could stay a full-time student, so I signed up for a music class with my husband. I sat down in this single arch of chairs in front of the conductor's podium. It wasn't in a classroom; it seemed to be open to the whole building. In fact, the whole building seemed to be set up this way. At any rate, I noticed the band was all reed instruments, which was fine, because I play the bass clarinet. I remember seeing people with saxophones and bassoons. It was also a very small band. I sat down somewhere towards the right on the arch. The band instructor stepped up to the podium. She was a shorter black woman with lighter skin with reddish hair. It was actually difficult to tell if she was black or white. She seemed like a hardass; she never cracked a smile as she addressed the class. I was nervous too; this seemed like a class full of musical experts, and I had not played my bass clarinet in years. She wanted us to get right down to playing, and singled me out, since I seemed to be the only bass clarinet, telling me to play. I told her I could not play that day because I didn't have a reed, but I would get one for the next time. She said
"Get out of my classroom."
I guess she really didn't like that I wasn't prepared for class. I got up and left, angry and a little embarrassed. I wasn't going to come back either.

I talked to my husband later in the dream about the class, about the instructor. I remember also seeing the small reed band practicing as the instructor instructed them.

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I was working at Target, setting up some summer set in one of the departments. I was a new employee there. I think it was the accessories department. I was unloading boxes and putting things on the shelves. I felt like there wasn't much rhyme or reason to it, but they had not given me any. I kind of had the freedom to put them where I saw fit. I can't recall exactly what items I was putting out.

I then had to go take some empty totes to the back, and had to ask someone where the back was and what to do with the empty plastic totes. I had the empty totes on a cart, and rolled the cart behind me as I followed the person to the back room. It was a large back room; I remember seeing a dumpster, and someone throwing boxes into it. I don't remember what this person told me to do with the totes, but she was pointing out where things were back there.

I was then back out on the floor in the accessories department. I had to go find something for the display that I didn't have on me. I went walking around, searching for these items. I encountered a room that had flowers floating in tubs of ice water. They were pretty white flowers, and looked healthy. I knew they were in the ice water because it was so hot and the water needed to stay cold for the flowers.

The dream then shifted as I was searching, an absolutely seamless dream shift. I was walking around, looking for something, a job that I enjoyed. I was transitioning into these random areas, one I remember being a movie theater. I remember then seeing a girl sitting on what appeared to be my parents' bed in the house I grew up in. She was blonde, but her head was shaved. She looked quite androgynous, almost like a girl I knew at my old job IWL, though the girl at my old job had red shaved hair. I got this jealous feeling about her.

I then encountered Jake. We were then looking around together for something we enjoyed doing. We then walked onto a beach. It was a sunny day. We went out into the ocean, which was so calm that there were no waves at all, and noticed these men swimming in this formation around some kind of float in a deeper part. Their formation was perfect; think synchronized swimming. Looking closer at the men, I noticed that they were all super buff and muscular. We asked what they were doing, and they said they were some kind of coast guard or beach guard, though those weren't the words they used; I can't remember exactly what they said. But Jake joined in with them; he really wanted to be a part of it. They seemed like they were glad to have him, even though he was not buff and muscular; they were very accepting and happy. I noticed the androgynous girl was with him too. I knew they were good friends, maybe even lovers. That is why I got the jealous feeling about her when I saw her.

I did not want to participate, and started to swim back to shore. I watched them swimming with the men, and noticed that they were not perfectly in sync with them, but it would, of course, take practice to get as good as they were.

I then started to walk somewhere else. I was on a paved walkway that was shaded by trees. Looking back on it now, it was kind of like in the area that the Renaissance Fair is in every year here. There were many people about.

I then noticed a very fluffy cat; her fur was a creamy, very light tan color, almost with a pinkish hue to it. She looked scraggly and dirty. I noticed she had clumps in her fur too. Poor baby! She was a stray! A couple of people said something about her, and I said
"Well if she isn't anyone's, I'm going to take her in!"
I didn't think twice about it; the kitty needed a home, and I was going to take her. I named her immediately, calling her Annabel Lee after the poem by Edgar Allen Poe. I pet her scraggly fur after that at some point.

I remember her being in a warehouse-type area with me after that.

14.04.2014

Tranquilizer Gun Fails, or I'm a Lousy Shot (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m hiding behind a rock that’s probably 5 feet wide, and maybe 3-4 feet tall. I have a tranquilizer gun on me, and I believe I’m wearing a black tac suit as well. The environment resembles a jungle, and the ground itself had a color of white rock material that’s covered by all sorts of minerals, dirt, and grass.

The area’s pathway I’m on seems to be curved like a “C,” where if I were to reach the end, I would probably have to jump off from a pretty high elevation to get to the lower section of this area. I’m as the bottom end of the “C” shaped area, and there’s a soldier patrolling around the section farther away from me.

He looks kind of like a Panamanian guard that you would see in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, though I’m not sure if the design for the Gamecube version was different from the XBOX.

How I conceptualized the whole experience seemed to have involved me looking at my dream self through third person point of view, and occasionally feeling my dream body as well. I try to take my time to aim the tranquilizer gun at the guard, and it seems this experience in the dream had to be reset several times because I was either missing the shot completely, or I didn’t shoot him anywhere in the head to hopefully make him unconscious quickly.

One experience within the reset was that when I took a shot, and miss, some kind of random object launched its way over to the guard. The object was hard to see from afar, but I remember that it had a violet color with a slight overlay of blue. The guard turns around, looks alert, and isn’t hesitant in calling for backup.

I can visualize how said backup would arrive, and there’s soldiers wearing some kind of dark yellow camo outfit with brown spots spread around it, along with them wearing black masks where only their eyes are portrayed through a horizontal oval cut-out.

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14.04.2014

120 Subjects Learned? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Apparently, I tell someone that I learned over 120 subjects in High School and at a University.

Words come out of my mouth like crazy, and I felt like it was just coming by naturally without any intention of having to cover anything up. I think I stated I learned 110 in High school, and the rest at a University.

Even though the dream didn't make any sense, it's kind of true of how you barely learn crap at a University, other than:

Spoiler for university/college logic:

Wow I haven't posted any dreams in ages––partly because I'm lazy, but also because I haven't been taking very good track of my dreams over the past few months. But now I'm trying to start keeping track again, and hopefully posting these will motivate me to write my dreams down more often.

I don't remember any dreams from last night, but I'll post a dream I wrote down a few weeks ago that was particularly long/crazy and had a ton of different parts in it. So yeah, here goes:

I go to [my college] and it’s the beginning of the school year—or so I assume because it’s all sunny and green outside and whatnot. It’s during orientation or something, and all the upperclassmen (the third and fourth years that is) have to join together to learn one huge dance. We all have to wear crazy colorful costumes with lots of feathers on them and stuff.

I’m late or something and I have to learn part of the dance from some random girl in a trailer near [the athletic center]. So I get in the trailer and the girl is showing me how to do part of the dance. It mostly involves some pretty simple move where I pretty much just have to step forward, then back, then to the side, or something along those lines. But she keeps saying I’m doing it wrong even though I thought it was super easy, so I figure I’m missing something.

Anyway, then the girl has to go somewhere, and there’s this random older guy (like a professor or something, I don’t know) standing outside the trailer who says he will teach me the rest of the dance later, but then he walks away. I become paranoid that I’m not going to be able to learn the dance in time.

I start walking around and looking at the various groups of people in their colorful costumes. It seems like everyone has split into groups and they’re all going to do separate dances. (I see [a girl I know from high school] and she’s talking about how her group has to wear fake boobs. Huhhh.) I think about how nice it is that the upperclassmen get to do this instead of doing stupid orientation activities.

There’s another short part where I’m lying in my bed (at home) and [two of my sisters] are also in their beds and asking me questions about some movie about a chef––but like, the whole movie is a euphemism for sex somehow and they’re asking me to explain it and I’m like, “Uhhh … I don’t know.”

In another part I’m working at [the library where I used to work] again, and I’m not really doing anything––just wandering around the stacks looking for something interesting to read. But every time I find a spot where I can just stand around and read for a while, I see some other librarians standing around talking and I’m afraid I’ll get caught.

I end up in some random corner where there are a bunch of flyers and booklets on a shelf and I’m trying to arrange them all in a neat row but they keep all falling over or turning outwards. I realize it might be a better system if I just had them all arranged so that they were facing out, but then I’m too lazy to change the arrangement I’ve already made.

Below that shelf there’s another shelf with gigantic picture books on it. They all look super old. Apparently they’re reference books and I’ve never seen them before, and they’re all really cool––so I’m like, “Whoa, why did I never know about these?”

(I think I either wake up from this one or I have a false awakening—either way, I have this disorienting moment where I still believe I work at the library in real life and then I’m really confused, like, “No I don’t … Wait, yes I do … Wait, no I don’t …”)

There’s some really short part where I’m watching some thing where Superman and some blond lady with a ponytail and I think a few other people are all running through this stormy landscape and then there are these helicopters chasing after them that are going to shoot at them, and Superman is like, “Haha well that’s okay, because I’m immune to bullets!” And all his friends are like, “Ummm … but we’re not.”

Yet another part: I’m in my grandparents’ (old) house, in their TV room. I think maybe my mom is also there? And I’m trying to call [my sisters], and then I try to call [three of my friends from high school] … because apparently all five of them are on a hike together. When I try to call [my sister] she doesn’t pick up her phone, but then this weird thing happens where she somehow answers the phone after her “leave a message” recording thing has played but I still can’t talk to her because she can’t hear me I guess. I think I actually talk to [my friend] on the phone but I forget what she says.

In another part I’m in some random kitchen (which kind of looks like our kitchen at [the place I used to live]) and I think my whole family is there. There’s this weird washing machine; [my brother] opens it and it still continues running even when it’s open. But the whole time it’s running, it’s overflowing and squirting all this water into the microwave which is situated above it. And my mom is like, “Oh don’t worry, that’s normal.”

At some other point, I’m at some random event and all my high school friends are there. We’re all sitting in this big field somewhere and it’s kind of getting dark outside. I’m talking to [one of my friends] and I have a popsicle stick for some reason––one of those ones with a joke on it. And I’m like, “Haha want to hear a popsicle stick joke?” and then I try to read the joke but I misread it and accidentally think it says something about Sherlock and I’m like, “Lol I can’t stop thinking about Sherlock.” (I had this dream after the day season 3 started, so ... it was actually true.)

And finally there’s some other part where there are a bunch of kids are having some kind of race and then there are these two boys who are particularly competitive with each other … ? Err yeah I don’t remember the details.

Nov 23

Can't recall too much of my dreams, and didn't write any down. I do recall eating some sort of colorful thing, like candy? Berries? Snozzberries? Either way, I slept well, and woke up feeling content.

Nov. 24

I was wandering around a series of buildings, like in a office compound or something. But at some point, my brain decided office buildings suck, and I'm now walking around the campus of Greendale Community College.

It was a bit Truman Show-esque, since a part of me is aware that GCC is supposed to be on the set of Community, but at the same time I'm also aware I'm also an "actual" student. The dream didn't go anywhere though before I woke up; no GCC flag, no Luis Guzman statue, no Gang of Seven.

Original journal entry dated Feb. 9th 2002:

I had another bizarre dream last night. In it, M and A were going to a college in California, and they were driving there. I was going to a college in Michigan, and bummed because I couldn't go with my friends. My mother and her boyfriend were going to a casino somewhere. Anyway, M and A, instead of using a map, rolled up a little ball of clay and gave it a face. It would shout directions at them and tell them how to get where they wanted. But it was EVIL. And its strength came from mirrors. So at one point, they smashed every mirror in the hotel room trying to kill it. But it WOULDN'T DIE! And they'd given my mother one of them, too. As for myself, I had stayed home trying to figure out how I could follow my friends, but they showed up at my house saying that they hadn't been able to get to California. And then my mother and her boyfriend came home.


Original entry dated Feb. 1st, 2002:
Regarding several dreams taking place over a period of time:

Dream #1:
I dreamed about a vampire who was actually a large anthropomorphic lion, only he kept falling into lava and coming back to life. And I dreamed that I was at the Russian Olympic games, where one of the sports was to swing around a pole and see how far one could vault into the water. This feat was performed by 6 foot tall 8-year-olds. I sat in the bleachers, only I didn't have a ticket, so when they came around looking at peoples' tickets, I forged one and tried to remain inconspicuous.

Dream #2:
I dreamed that we were in a car trying to cross a bridge, which was actually a large ramp across a channel - you accelerated and then flew through the air and landed on the other side - but we kept crashing and dying.

Then I was on an ocean-liner with my aunt, and there was a murderer loose, and he would claim his next victim by slashing them on the thumb a day or two before he killed them. And my aunt got a slash on her thumb, so then she was really scared, and then my finger turned into a squid, so we all became vegetarians because we could no longer stand the sight of shrimp.

After a 10 day dry spell, I suddenly remembered lots from my dreams last night, which has made me more hopeful for future endeavors. Good amounts of detail remembered from these two dreams.
The first thing I can recall doing in this dream is attending a class at school. It looked similar to my science class from middle school. I met a girl there who I quickly became friends with, though I can't remember anything she said. She had long brown hair and was, unlike a lot of the girls around her, wearing no makeup.
The girl and I walked down the school hallway, which also looked like my middle school. We heard a stern voice and looked over to see my high school Japanese teacher yelling at some students for not following the rules and listening to him. The girl and I then attended a version of my middle school English class, except that it was much bigger and more surreal-looking. They were handing out applications for college that let you skip a year and then take a two year course.
Naturally, I went to go grab a paper, but when I got up there all the papers were buried underneath heavy books and I couldn't get them off. As I was struggling, a kid I know told me to sit down because I was taking too long.
This next dream was a continuation of the previous dream, I think. If it was a different dream, it didn't feel like it.
I was outside now, this time at a warped version of my old day care. There were multiple cats walking around, mewing and staring at me. I saw my luggage opened up and arranged neatly on a nearby brick wall (I'm on vacation in real life right now). I explored a little and discovered a small tube with the top part of it cut off. Somehow I determined that I had to fill the tube with water to raise a nearby chain and cut the chain to get a prize. Sadly, I don't recall what the prize was. I also noticed a white cat with orange and black spots hanging out near this area, and I tried to pet it, but it ran off.
I then noticed a small toy on the ground. Picking it up, it turned out to be a Boo from Mario, except it was Blue in color. I opened it up and discovered small boo candies inside of it. this reminded me of a toy I have in real life that looks like a Mario mushroom and has mushroom candies in it. I sat down and looked at the candies, but then noticed four hunters with long beards, laughing and walking by. They glanced over at me.
"Hello!" one said, raising his gun.
"Sup," I said simply. They laughed and started walking away. "Have fun!!" I yelled. They laughed at that too and kept walking. They gave me a creeped out feeling. I woke up and was going to stay up, but fell asleep for a few minutes and had a little dream that I remembered upon waking.
I walked downstairs in the rental house we're staying at right now, and the guy who owned it and his kids were talking with my grandpa and laughing. I walked out to the porch, where my mom and dad were swinging. "He seems nice," mom said.
"What're we all doing right now?" I asked.
"Hanging out with you all!" dad exclaimed. And then I awoke. Not terribly interesting, but it's something!
Thankfully, this dry spell broke~

Had one dream. I had to go to English class but I had to go through this tiny little hole I could barely fit through to get there. Once I got there the teacher asked me all these questions about what cities on the globe had a lot of architecture after 2006. I kept listing cities like China and Houston and stuff and she kept pointing out the ones I said that were wrong. The room was a darkly lit lecture hall with way more students than are actually in my english class, almost like movie theatre seating. Then two black guys that work in the offices came up and asked this one kid for his student ID and he gave it to them. Then they asked for mine and I said I didn't have one at the moment. Then he said well go get one and I said I didn't have 10 bucks, then he said well whats your name then. They were gonna look me up on the computer and I just told them my student ID number and they left. I started waking up as I was saying thanks for wasting 5 minutes of class time that really came in handy! and other things like that I was waking up.

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**** This is my dream log from the night before last night, as I never got round to writing them down on here. I had no dreams last night, which seems to happen whenever I have dreams in my mind that haven't been written here ****

I went to bed quite late last night, at about 2am. I woke up at around 9:30am with dreams remembered. I wrote them down and went back to sleep, as I was still sleepy. I was hoping to wake up at about 11am, with a healthy 8 hours sleep, but no. My body decided to wake up at 1pm

9:30am

1) I was in a school or college classroom with many pupils. I was sat next to my ex-girlfriend Caroline, and we were back together or at least trying, as we were very happy with eachothers company. We seemed happier than ever, and I seemed to be acting more myself than I usually did when we were previously together. It was a dreary, wet afternoon, and there were no lights turned on. Open blinds let in the wet afternoon light. We were watching a film on a projector, but I don't know what film. As we were waiting for the film to start, there was adverts, but not on the screen - in real life. It was for Tesco, and a man who I recognized from my job at the swimming pool was the host. He was showing us the new Argos-esq conveyor belt system for showing the items on sale. This probably came from the other day at my other Job in Trespass, where all the customers were mucking up our stock, and we said it would be so much easier to have an argos system of bringing items out on demand. The man was amusing, but I don't remember why. The film was very enjoyable, and I saw a pack of five raspberry maom rectangles to the left of me that I had been eating. I was holding Caroline's hand, squeezing it flirtatiously and kissing it. She didn't seem to mind, and returned the squeezing, but wasn't particularly affectionate about it. The film came to an end, and the lights came on, followed by everyone including Caroline other than myself leaving the room immediately. I asked her, "Was that it???!", surprised at the shortness, but she informed me that we were just stopping for an advert break. Instead of just sitting through the adverts, we all left to the library. It was her start of year induction, so she wandered off to sit with her class, as she is a second year and I've just finished college. I texted her saying that I loved the library, and that I'd just borrowed a new book, although I'm pretty sure I hadn't. The library had a similar lighting to in the film room, and it looked like a massive version of my local library. A teacher with short, strawberry blonde hair of about 50 years old began to take the register. I was excited for Caroline's name to come up, as I wanted to see how her strange surname was pronounced by the teacher, as well as how the class would react to hearing her name. She was near the start, although she should have been around the middle, and when her name was called (pronounced correctly) she waited a moment, before very quietly saying 'here'. She had put her head in her hands against the desk she was sat at, as if she was extremely ashamed. The teacher didn't hear her name, which was ridiculous as despite how quiet she had replied, she was sat right next to the teacher, and I was stood about 10 metres away and heard it. Her name was called again for this reason, and she said here faster and slightly louder. There were sniggers from pupils, including a boy amongst a group in secondary school uniform, looking too young for college. Suddenly, it had finished, and Caroline was getting ready to leave the library, presumably to return to the film. I couldn't find her, and received a text from her containing two long, confusing words that I had never heard before, leaving me puzzled as she was never one with a large vocabulary. There was something at the end of the text suggesting she wasn't returning to the film, saying goodbe. I wasn't particularly bothered by this. I walked towards where she was sat originally, passed it and continued down a corridor to the right, up some stairs. The walls were grey and it was lighter, I think there were some large windows on the left side of the staircase. I think the stairs were leading to the film room, which was strange as I came from the opposite direction originally. About three quarters up the stairs, I saw my friend Steven. W walking down from the room. As he passed, he said to me, "Are you one of those girls where time stands still, once a month?". This is a quote from a tampax advert that my favourite musician Aphex Twin sampled I laughed, and replied affirmatively.

The following dreams I recalled when I woke up at 1pm. I remembered some of it as I layed still, and the rest whilst I was writing out the first on my ipod.

2) I was at reading festival in a tent that I was sharing with my best friend Tom. R. It was pretty much the same as the tent I actually shared with him at Reading, maybe a bit smaller. I was sat by Tom's compartment, and it was very messy around me. Seems about right I picked up a leaflet which contained the news of our group at Reading Festival. According to one of the headlines, Will. Robinson had brought a 500 ounce steak into our tent!! Considering the massive size, I immediately tried to find it. Although it would usually be very easy to find such a large steak in such a small area, I could not find it. I fumbled around for it and found a large, floppy, flat and moist object that I thought could have been the semi-defrosted steak, but then I reconsidered as it would have been far bigger than this. I told tom about the confusion.

3) My friend Pasty that I've seen a lot of recently and I were in a large, spacious living room. I got the impression it was his own house, although I know he lives with his parents. He showed me a magazine dedicated to the topic of how to get laid everytime, without fail. He chucked it in a black, metal bin, as if it was a magazine basket, and told me that he'd have to read that this morning before going out. He then proceeded to move behind the sofa I was sat on, opening a door on the left to go for a shower. Again, lights were off but the windows let in afternoon cloud light.

4) I was having a stoned night out with Tom, smoking a lot of joints. We were by the cinema in town with others. We each had a very large bag of what looked like extremely vibrant green, strong weed. At least 4 ounces each XD The plastic back it was in was crinkly and not very soft like normal weed bags. For some reason, I owed an old lady, about 70 years old an 8 ball of weed. I really didn't have the money to pay for this, which is hilarious as I had soooooooooooo much weed and could have easily sold some to get the money, or simply just given her a hefty handful. We were now in a posh, dark room of which seemed to be on a very high floor of some sort of skyscraper office block. It was evening, probably around 9pm on a summers evening, as there was a dark orangey light from the twilight. We were with the old lady who was to my left, grinding up some weed for her, when the grinder broke. It was Tom. C's neon green grinder, and the spikey bits had all snapped off. She said she needed a grinder too, as well as something else. This was just too expensive for me (£2 extra? ) and I was beginning to worry about my money situation. I realized my responsibility however, and decided I had to get her a grinder and the weed. Me and Alice M. were now walking towards Wetherspoons to meet her, except the wetherspoons had moved in place of Nandos. We were sober now. When we approached the bouncer at the door, I was confident and felt I had nothing to hide, but he was very uncertain of Alice's ID, despite her being two years older than myself. This made me quite smug. She told the bouncer that her name was something very strange and that sounded nothing like a normal name, so I was confused. She then proceeded to ask, "recognize me from the telly?", and it suddenly made sense. We walked in towards the bar, and immediately saw our friend Andreas perched on top of the bar like a frog. It was dark in the room, with golden lights giving it the same light as in the normal Wetherspoons. We were speaking to him, and I think he was with other people we recognized. Suddenly, I was on the dancefloor area to the left of where I was originally standing, now with Ashley. H, in place of where the bar was. I asked her if she fancied a spliff, but she said no. Ryan. C, who was sat opposite me as we were now sat on blue plastic chairs like in primary school, said he fancied one. He then mentioned to two other people that I recognized that they could join in, and I mentioned it to a third guy who was sat to our left. I was happy to smoke them up, but was slightly annoyed as I get frustrated smoking with loads of scroungers. It had to go round five people, so I asked Ryan if he fancied making a massive one. Ryan now had a similar back of weed to me and Tom, and he put into the magically reformed grinder which was now red what at the time seemed like a normally large bud, and I was happy to match it. However, looking back it looked like at least a 3 gram bud! I looked at Ryan's bag of weed and initially thought it was much better than mine, but I decided in the end that they were pretty much the same size.

5) I was walking down a path at E. Park in my town with Tom. C and one or two other who I don't recall. We were walking towards town. It was very sunny and nice weather. He mentioned someone who I didn't know. When I expressed this to him, everyone was surprised, and Tom whipped out a picture of him. I still didn't recognize him. I kind of get the impression that this dream happened prior to the previous dream, however I definitely recalled it afterwards.

6) Effy and Tony from Skins were in a damn, dirty and scatty drug den like building. It was very small, and lit with a dark, red light. Effy was trying to express how scared she was and how she was "screwing herself out of every situation" (I'd heard this phrase on Bad Education the night before). She was getting very close to tony in a sexual rage, but Tony wasn't particularly fussed and although he seemed concerned, he told her that she was overreacting and that he had to leave.

"Atlas, probe"

I was in our college. I was given a plant. I brought it home. I got lost in a 'forest.' (more like 'woods' but forest came to mind in the dream) I was supposed to plant it there, but I left it in school.

I looked around. There were people going to their school in the 'forest.' I was nude. I was momentarily conscious and then forgot all about it. I saw a small car with a small woman driving it. I asked her for a favor: if she can take me to the college to get something. I looked at the back of the small car and saw that people are riding it as well, I think as a favor, going back to town. She seemed to agree. I entered through the left side of the driver's seat; she was on the right side. I can barely fit, and it took some effort to get my left leg in the car. I accidentally hit the side mirror while adjusting myself, and I had to adjust it; the driver said it's okay, and adjusted it a bit.

When we arrived in the city (reminds me of the BPI along Lacson St.) with some buildings, we got out of the car, but I realized we passed by the location I need to go to. It seems it's not exactly in the school, but some location a bit outside of it. She said she'll accompany me for a while. We climbed over some gravel, and I realized how quick she is thanks to her size. I had to struggle to keep up. I thought of something like "I maintain that smaller people have advantages." (Probably from the quote from Shengji Yang).

Home town. I was in our store at home. Aunts and relatives were there. One in particular asked me how I live as a gay person; somehow, they know that I am. I felt relieved at this. They asked how I'm doing, and I answered fine. It was sort of a coming out Q&A. I thought that I'm gonna post about it on Facebook. I was tired. I went to sleep in the house.

Sept. 1, 2013

I was in college. School exam. I missed the two days of exam, but I didn't really care. It's like, okay, I missed it, moving on.

Logging in on a computer. "Fee pe." I keep writing the wrong password or wrong name.

I was eating. I became Ray. An aunt arrived (around 60 years old and above, unfamiliar face). She barely acknowledged him/me (watching as third person). We ate food. She liked the food (nilaga) that I cooked. There was another woman with her, longer hair, same age. I invited her to eat, she just said it's okay, she's full, apparently from eating somewhere else prior. She looked bored, or maybe looks down at me.

August 30 2013 - Dream Fragment #1 I remember my parents driving me into this small mall/plaza area where there were quite a few stores. A bunch of things happened that I can't seem to remember and then I remember being in a very shallow sea, maybe 2 ft deep and stretching out for as long as I could see, with some black-brown trees far, far in the horizon. I was struggling to run through this water and I eventually just swam. It was barely deep enough, but I bent my arms enough to do it. I remember getting to a waterfall and then realizing I have powers and flying up it.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


I am watching the events around some kids and their lives. In common, they all attend the same college.
I'm following the life of a very sensible kid, whose father is very though, I think maybe a cop or military. He tries to raise his kid to be tough like him and fearless, so he keeps dragging him to nasty places and situations where the kid freaks out and gets traumatized. As a result, he shuts down and starts hating his father. He sure gets tough, but not the way his father intended to. The once sweet kid is now silent, unpleasant, unresponsive and anti-social.
Then I follow another guy whom nobody seems to know or notice. He dresses a casual suit, seems to be of good families, but he is also messed up. He arrives at the school entrance, takes out a gun from his pocket and shoots himself in the head. No last words, no hesitation.
Then I seem to decide to enter that college and I actively become a character in the dream. I wander around the premises, get to know the kids and I become their colleague.
One day an armed gang enters the school spreading panic. I take refuge in a bathroom nearby with some other people, but three persons of the gang also enter the bathroom, point guns at us and tell us to quiet down. I consider getting out while I still can, but they say we're going to be taken hostage and stay in there for a couple of days locked up with them. I hear indiscriminate shots outside and chaotic running and screaming and realize I have more chances of staying alive if I stay in there. My instinct tells me to accept being their hostage. They have sandwiches and even some blankets to lay on the floor. They make sure we are comfortable, but never explain their intentions.
After a day, I notice that our captors are as nervous as the hostages. I'm the only one still cool and relaxed, so one of the captors asks me how can I stay so cool in the middle of all that. I say something like "panic and stress won't help me at all to stay alive and make the best judgement of the situation". He is impressed and we start talking. He is actually a very nice guy and I start sympathizing with him, although not with their cause.
Another girl hostage asks me later if I understand what their plans are for us. She seems to be confident that they won't kill us. And I tell her "don't fool yourself. we're the backup hostages. they keep us safe here as a safeguard to themselves. but if shit hits the fan, they will kill us to."
As I say this, a guy who seems to be their leader, breaks into the bathroom and seems to be ready to kill us indeed. Before he even has time to blink, I kick him and throw him on the floor and get his gun, but he wears a kind of armour and his only vulnerability is his head. I don't want to kill him, so I hesitate about shooting him in the head. He feels my hesitation and he attacks me back. We fight and he ends up on the ground again, but now he summones a dragon-demon that no one was expecting. Well, the dragon has thick skin, but no armour, so I shoot the dragon. He disappears in thin air. Just like that, the gang seems to have been also dismantled and normality is being restablished elsewhere in the school, with the remaining hostages being freed.

In my dream my mother and stepfather came to visit me at the university campus (in reality I graduated from college more than a decade and a half ago).

I was parking the car in the parking garage of the hotel on the college campus (there really is a hotel there). I did a very poor parking job.

I spoke with the parking attendant or security guy about threat to life of a professor of mine. The professor dismissed it, but I believed there had been two assassination attempt on him already. The guy I was talking to said he would look into it.

My grandmother could not come for health reasons (in reality she is no longer alive), Christmas was coming - I wondered whether I could instead make a brief visit to here (in Poland) but I was worried because I have a cold and might pass it on to her.

My mom had brought a puzzle that required one to find a clue in a library on other side of campus (the layout of campus was completely different from my university's campus, and so was the library). It was like a scavanger hunt. We walked through the cold campus (it was winter in the dream.)

The puzzle / scavanger hunt led one to constructing a paper or cardboard box with art design. I was disappointed, and I let my mother know that this kind of thing did not interest me, that we could have skipped the step of actually going on this scavanger hunt and could have just read about it. My mom was disappointed that I was disappointed.

In reality it is true that my mother and stepfather are coming to visit soon. I am no longer in college, not since over a decade and a half ago. My grandmother is dead. There are no assassination attempts of course. It is not winter / Christmas. I do however usually do a poor job parking my car.

Notice my dream signs: car, my mother, college.