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01-25-2013 -- [Earliest bits are faded, but much of the later bits I can remember pretty well. This dream came after about four hours of sleep, and actually involves waking up in the middle of it, and falling back asleep and going back into pretty much the same dream.] Earliest bits, I can barely remember hints of BC and Disney shows, probably at Videopolis. Then things shift to a setting of a kind of college campus crossed with the Cathedral-like setting with a huge stadium / lecture hall area in it that I have dreamed of, frequently. Though it also seems to be shifting into almost a warehouse setting.

Anyway, I have some of my stuff in a big semi-trailer sitting at the docks, though the set-up is kind of weird. Where the trailer meets with the tractor, the connection almost looks like a sort of top, with a screwdriver head for a power drill sticking out the bottom, and kind of floating just an inch or two above the tractor, somehow held in place by a self-generated energy field. I'm kind of unloading a couple of bags of my stuff that is on the trailer (kind of think of duffel bags and my old green hiking backpack), while I may be supposed to be keeping an eye on the truck.

Something seems to be going wrong, and at first a tiny bit of smoke seems to be rising from both ends of the trailer, but then it is getting thicker and darker, and it seems almost like a fire is starting to spring up. It seems to be growing and spreading, and I don't know what to do about it, so I start running to one of the nearby buildings to try and get some sort of help. There I find a security guard who asks me if I have run all the way across campus to properly notify the main office, and I'm thinking that with my size and shape, if I did that, the entire thing would have burnt down before I could get over there, and it would be very irresponsible of me. But that's what he thinks I should have done.

On the other hand, he gets some others, and they come back with me to the loading docks to fight the fire. It is getting worse, and we can see smoke and flames coming from the trailer, and the top seems to have stopped spinning, and is now making a sort of grinding sound as the screwdriver head on the bottom snaps out to a 45 degree angle, and the trailer collapses perhaps six inches to be right on the tractor. Those fighting the fire are now hosing water over everything.

Another truck has pulled in, absolutely ignoring us fighting this fire, and have started unloading their truck, and and dropping huge crates of supplies around and even on top of my duffel bags, and I am running around, trying to shift the crates or move them to be able to get my stuff, so the guys unloading the truck are trying to lecture me about how I am not part of the union, and am not allowed to help unloading the truck or something. Idiots.

So we're down in the loading bays, and it is wet, and hot, and sticky, and an utter mess. I glance over, and there is a sort of a square tunnel in the wall (kind of like the one tunnel in the old drainage ditch where it ran under Dale) and I think it leads somewhere where I can get out of the water. I walk through it rather quickly, and that was a mistake, because it turns out it was covered in spider webs, and I find myself covered in webs and dozens of big, dangerous spiders.

Thankfully, I am dressed in a thick, yellow firefighting suit, so the spiders can't reach me, and I am brushing the webs off, and crushing all the spiders against the suit, coating it in a green coating of slime. Once I manage to kill them all, I start to remove the suit, and then I am stupid enough to walk through the tunnel again, and get coated in spiders again. But I no longer have the suit on, and as I start to crush and scrape spiders off of me, they are all biting me.

Within moments, my hands start to swell up with these large blisters of bubbling and swelling flesh that get bigger and bigger before they pop, splattering ooze everywhere. It is very disgusting and halfway painful, and I am rushing to a sink, trying to wash everything off. Thankfully the tunnel leads into the university (or whatever this place is) hospital, and they help dealing with my hands, which are soon lightly wrapped in bandages.

But soon I am back out in the loading dock area, still trying to get my stuff, including managing to lift the trailer up a few inches, long enough to pull one of my bags out from under the collapsed end. [About this time I woke up, but since I was short on sleep, and sleeping poorly, I did not write the dream down, only tried to remember it, then drifted back to sleep, and back into more or less the same dream, though the loading dock was turning into more of a full warehouse than just a loading dock.]

Somehow they are unloading another truck or two, and among the things they are moving around, are a couple of beds, at least full-size, yet made up, and ready to sleep on. They pick them up, shift them, and then repeat. Oddly I see something flying through the air, and I immediately fire with a gun I am holding. Somehow it is a sort of a laser gun, and yet it ejects cartridges as it fires, and what I've shot turns out to be a bed flying through the air that crashes to the ground, by lands on its edge, standing up. Odd.

Somehow we're out in fields, with some low-growing, young plants along the lines of corn or something, and other fields that seem more like the wet rice fields. Some of them are the right kind, some of them are the wrong kind, and we are kind of walking between them, trying to cull the wrong kind and strengthen the right kind. Meanwhile there are two groups of us, and hints of two leaders that are friendly, yet opposed to one another (kind of like Tecumseh and the Prophet from the Alvin Maker tales).

Both groups are in the fields, and they are supposed to agree, but one of the brothers is trying to betray the other. The other calls all the people together, and calms everybody to stop the betrayal, but then he wanders off, because he needs some time to himself.

We are standing at the head of a sort of river, dotted with small islands, and the bad brother is trying to start up the betrayal again, by standing by the river and trying to part the water, like Moses. But he can't do it very well. He doesn't have the power or support, so he can only part a few yards of water.

The other brother isn't there to stand against him, so I step in, hold out another staff, and gesture for the Prophet (who now seems to be a third group) to speak, and he leads both groups to walk along the banks of the river, one on each side, and to be separate, rather than fighting each other, and they go off, kind of embarrassed.

Dream - Lucid


I was going to my house with Caitlin and her boyfriend, Israel. I'm pretty sure my brother was there too. It was nighttime. We had apparently bought a new house, and this one was on the market or something. But Caitlin and Israel wanted to stay there and hang out all night.

When we walked in, a younger Mexican couple came in shortly after we did, and told us we needed to get out. They had a key, and let themselves in the front door. They were in charge of the house now that no one really owned it. They yelled at us for awhile, and then left.

Right after they left, I remember looking out one of the windows next to the front door. Caitlin and Israel had parked their cars on the other side of the road to make it look like they were at the neighbor's place instead of ours. I remember a white pickup truck being out there.

Of course, we didn't leave. Caitlin and Israel gamed in the living room, and I went upstairs to my room to try to sleep. All the furniture was still there, my bed included. I slid my sleeping mask over my eyes, and tried to sleep, hoping that if the Mexican couple came back, they would take pity on us because I was trying so hard to get some rest. I tossed and turned (which is exactly what happened last night IWL).

Then, two little Mexican girls climbed into bed with me. I was happy to have them there. I figured that now the couple could never kick us out, seeing that there were small children here.

Morning then started to break, and only one child was there now, curled up under the covers. Though now, she wasn't a child, but a kitten, a white, fluffy kitten resembling my waking life cat, Belle. I remember seeing her fluffy tail poking out and waving. It was kind of like she was still the girl, but in a kitten's body? I dunno, it's hard to describe.

I then noticed that the little girls were playing a joke on me. They put up these really inappropriate posters on my walls of naked, HUGE women (they sort of resembled Jabba the Hutt they were so huge). One had speech bubbles coming from the mouths of the women. It was supposed to be funny, though I don't remember what it said. I was really concerned that the Mexican couple would come and see. I told the girls to take them down. They ripped the one with the speech bubbles off the wall, tearing it down the middle, leaving the side scraps taped to the wall. Underneath it was a fat, cartoon vagina.

I then had a thought to myself "This is a dream". Wait. This is a dream! I floated up from my bed, and saw some posters above my bed. I decided to phase through the wall to see where it would take me, though I didn't really think about the destination; I was a bit hasty with that decision. I just ended up back in my room after easily phasing through the wall.

Well, I thought to myself, I better think this through. I then really noticed one of the posters above my bed. One was of a bald, younger black man with lighter-colored skin trapped inside a crystal (it looked like the crystals you can break in Super Mario Galaxy, which I have been playing a LOT of lately). I decided to try to phase through to see what kind of world he was in. First, though, I tried to interact with him. I put my hand up to the crystal, and he did the same, and smiled at me. I started to phase through, and I went somewhere VERY briefly, though I can't remember any details because I either woke up or went into another, non-lucid dream.

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I was in a math class with a woman teaching. We were finding number patterns. For every one that we found, the teacher would give us a $50 check. I remember we were asked to find a sequence, and I was writing it down in pencil, and I raised my hand to give the complete sequence, which happened to be the numbers 1-16, in order. I was writing the sequence down on a white envelope that had been torn open. I can clearly remember writing the numbers down, correctly and in order, despite dreams liking to mix things like these up. I received a check for $50.

~

I was now in a doctor's office or hospital, though it did not resemble one. I'm not sure why I was there. There was a man there too, who was getting worked on before me. A nurse then came in and examined my foot. She took a silver tool that resembled pliers/some sort of clamp, clamped it on my big toe, and squeezed down, cracking my toenail, which had old, lighter-colored blue nail polish on it. It took me a second to realize exactly what she was doing, because she offered no explanation beforehand; she just did it.

"Are you removing my toenail??" I asked, taken aback.
"Yes," she replied.
"Why? It's going to hurt isn't it?"
She replied, saying that removing the nail would make something easier, though I can't remember what.
I then said back, very upset,
"I don't want you to do that. Fix it! Fix it!!! There's no reason for this!"

But it was too late; the nail was cracked in three places. I removed my foot from her grasp and refused to let her remove the nail.

I then went on to a psychology class I was apparently taking. A friend was there with me, though I can't remember whom, or if it was someone I even really know IWL. The teacher was female, and she started to lecture, giving us the definition of psychology. I figured i should take notes. I scrambled through my things, looking for a sheet of paper. I realized I was so not prepared for this class. All the paper I had didn't have lines, and there were very few sheets anyway. I started to write, in orange highlighter, on the inside spine of a black and grey fabric trapper keeper. I write in huge letters, and spelled psychology "Psychollogy". I was desperately trying to keep up with her as she lectured.

The class ended shortly after, since it was only the very first day of classes. I couldn't remember if I had another class after that or not (in the dream, it was Thursday, the day school starts back up again IWL). I was going through my things again, looking for my schedule. But I just couldn't find it. I racked my brain trying to figure it out, and thought that maybe I had chemistry afterwards. I then remembered a dream memory like it was real life; I had dreamed that I had another chem class, and I skipped most of the classes (I did actually dream this once; in my dreams, I remember many dream memories as if they really happened). I thought that I had tried to take chemistry 3 different times.

I then was looking through a book I had, and I found many $50 bills tucked away inside its pages. I also found a fake-looking $20 bill that had a blank back side to it. I remembered the math class. I suppose I had forgotten about the money. I figured I should put it in the bank.

~

I was in my room, laying in bed. It was morning, and I could hear my brother talking to my mom. My brother was supposed to be out of town with his girlfriend, so I figured something must had happened with them.

I was then at my brother and I's friend Charles's house. I walked in the kitchen where Charles was, which looked different than his waking life kitchen, mostly because it looked like it was on the opposite end of the house, and my brother was there too, along with another person, I think it was supposed to be Charles's little brother (he doesn't have one IWL). Blake (my brother) was talking to Charles about what happened with his girlfriend, but when he saw me, he stopped talking. I asked them what was going on, and my brother just held up his hand to me like he wasn't going to tell me. I guessed they needed some guy time, and I was intruding.

Charles's little brother then chimed in and said something about Blake's girlfriend situation, and either Charles or Blake told him to be quiet, or shushed him.

~

IWL I'm about to start going back to school to work on another degree, and I guess I'm a little anxious about it since I haven't been in school for over a year now. I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm taking some difficult classes, I have two labs, and I'm also working part-time. Glad I got a bit of lucidity, though I'm surprised I did since my sleep has been hella fragmented lately. Hoping for some better, more restful sleep tonight.

01-06-2013 -- [What fragments I had earlier in the night didn't seem worth remembering, but I know there was something about mom being around, and dad being dead, stuff at the Church of the Nazarene, and something about Anne and I being friendly with each other. I don't get why she is in my dreams so much, recently. I haven't seen her in years, haven't thought about her except in my dreams, and have no desire to have anything to do with her anymore. But the last few nights she keeps popping into my dreams.]

I find myself at college, sitting for finals on two classes that I have never once attended through the year. This is my last chance to do something which might be able to salvage my grades. I think one class is a civics class, and the other may be a math class.

Anyway, for the Civics final, I have to write a paper on what I would consider the perfect form of government, if money were no issue. I know what my beliefs are on government, and I think this ought to be easy, but every time I am about to write something, I think of more things to consider.

I am planning on writing something in favor of a Rand-ist, Objectivism pro-business government and system, which is what I believe in, both in my dreams, and in real life, but I also keep coming back to the issue of big corporations with CEOs who make billions while they try to pay their workers minimum wage (or less), and while the system allows this, it still isn't right.

[This could lead to a big argument on how no government system could ever work, because people quite simply suck! Communism is a good system in theory but can't work in practice because of human nature. Some are going to take charge and abuse the system while making others do all the work. Capitalism is the best system, but still the exact same thing happens. Our current liberal system with all the welfare and things fails for the same reasons, and in the same way as communism. All systems fail, and for the same reasons. Humans suck! So ends the soap box.]

By this time, three fourths of the testing period is over, and I still haven't written anything, and the teacher is trying to talk me into just giving up, taking an F for the class, and leaving. But I am still convinced I can write something good enough to salvage my grade. Meanwhile, time keeps passing, and I think I am now in the middle of the testing period for the second class, still trying to write the paper for the first class.

In some odd was that makes no sense, I soon find myself picking up and throwing down either a bust, or a broken bit of statue, again and again. I am kind of doing weight lifting with it, and must have been doing so for a while, because I have really built up my strength and stamina, and have some pretty serious muscles.

Then I find myself in what seems to be a bar, but I am with the choir, and they are doing a concert. I haven't been around for rehearsals, and am not a part of it, but as they start singing, I find it is all Gaither songs, and I can't help but sing along. We're now several songs in, and one has just finished, and somebody is on a bar stool next to me. I think it is Laura S., and she leans to me and very nastily tells me to either quit singing, or get out! Even though I've been singing great because I know all the Gaither songs perfectly. [Don't think I have ever exchanged a cross word with her, no idea where this dream bit came from.]

Without a word, I bend to pick up my backpack, and start to leave. She calls after me that Carl has things to do, so can't give me a ride home, and something about being ready on time on Sunday if I want a ride to church? She didn't think so! And I really don't have a clue why she is upset with me, but I must not have a car, currently, from all she is saying.

I walk out of the church, and it turns out to be the church in Buena Park, and I start to walk home. It's only a couple of miles, not all that far. I pass through Servant's Heart, where they are talking about one of the people now constantly visiting or living at Rosemary's (the tall guy with curly black hair) and they are saying something about how they gave him some money and he went out and got sloshed on it ... never again money for him.

By this point, I have walked through the flower neighborhood down to Dale, and have reached La Palma, and am preparing to jaywalk across to Food King, but the traffic is really heavy. Right about when I am going to bolt across, a car pulls up. It has nothing to do with me, but since I know the person, I stop and say hi. It is Tracey M (also from choir) who is either picking up or dropping off somebody.

Soon I make it across the street, and soon make it home to the Hickory house, where I head into the house and move to my first bedroom, where I plan to go to sleep. I am remembering just a tiny bit about whatever the earlier bit here at the Hickory house was about, and how at least dad wasn't alive in the dream, so it is catching up with reality. Meanwhile, there is a cat in my room, and I am trying to pet it, but it seems to be a stray, so it is skittish, probably has fleas, and it isn't one I know.

[When my dad died, I kept having weird dreams that he came back to help me with my mom's death. Once mom died too, then either parent might show up in my dreams, dead, alive, as a ghost, as having faked their own death, or back in time, before they died, so none of the above applied. Oddly, by the end of this dream I was a little kid, so they would have both been alive, yet I was glad my dreams were catching up enough to remember dad was dead.]

12.26.2012

Playing Tennis With Sarah (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking outside, and I see a blonde that resembles Sarah, who used to be a Freshmen when I was a Junior in High School.

She glances at me, and I looked at her, but only for a while, and I think I heard my coach saying that I would be paired up with her. The reason being is that there were mostly females on the team, and I came in because they needed a mixed doubles team.

So I guess I was the only one that showed up, and I had to agree indirectly. Then the dream shifts where I'm walking with two more people, who end up being male, which contradicts the purpose of me being in a mixed doubles team.

I see someone that looks like Jon Kus. in waking life, and I try to get his attention. I get his bag, and he things I'm lifting it for him, but at the same the I think that the bag he was holding was for me.

It's just so random that it's confusing. The other male was some Asian guy who looked like someone I met in Middle School who was kind of agressive, and I think his name was James?

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12.26.2012

Resident Evil 4 Characters (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember for this one is that Krauser from Resident Evil 4 was trying to scare me, which he did for a few seconds, but I quickly realized he's not going to kill me or anything.

I believe Ada Wong was there as well, but I don't know where she came from.

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12.26.2012

Running away from Shooter (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember having a conflict with a dark-skinned male who looked like he was about my age, and I was really irritated by him appearing out of nowhere.

I screamed at him, and left the building. I'm outside, and it looks like the area of Heldenfels from the University I'm in. I get anxious, and I turned back to find that the guy is slowly following me, and I looked down to see he's holding something.

I assumed it was a gun, but I couldn't take a good look at it because I was running for my life. And I was running fairly slow at random points, like I just freezed just like that and then went back to progressively run a bit faster.

I remember deciding going to a building to hide, since he would probably speculate where I am if I at least went for the corner. The area outside had light gray clouds covering the skies, as if it was going to rain soon.

Also, I had a dream where I was some other girl's girlfriend, but it's best I forget about that dream.

All I can say is, if I was a fool for lucid dreaming escapism, the realism of that dream would probably make me tempted to be find a way to have a coma in this reality, and just have a dream with that person.

It's disgusting, but it's a repressed desire that I wouldn't have mind. But I don't have time for that, I still have to do things in this world, the paradise can wait until my time comes.

12.22.2012

You're Lucid Dreaming (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm basically doing a nose plug reality check and telling my mother in the dream that she's dreaming.

I kept doing the nose plug reality check and it's clear that I can breathe through my nose while I plugged it.

She's surprised, and I tell her, "Yeah....."

We were in a completely different dimension where it was just us, it felt like a nice place with absolute assurance of safety.

It's hard to describe, it was like a void, but the environment consisted mostly of yellow, orange, red, and other vibrant and bright colors.

There were some sparks here and there, and the ground we were standing on was invisible, which felt weird, but I didn't pay attention to that for very long.

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12.22.2012

We're All The Same (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was making constant trips to this Gas Station mini-store, and as I'm trying to get Pringles, Cheetos Puffs, or just a simple soda drink, I meet this man who looks Asian or Hawaiian.

He looks a lot like Sammo Hung, and he seems passive most of the time as a employee operating the cash register. I think my 3rd trip going into the store to get something, as I'm about to leave, he tells me,

"You may have this............(forgot the content on what he said), but we're all the same........we're like mirrors...."

The store itself had a lot of items to buy, and a lot of aisles for a small area. They were easy to pass through, and most of the items were a blur to me until I acknowledged that I wanted something from the aisle I was in.

The Pringles can was kind of deformed and a bigger than normal, and I had insane cravings to just buy the biggest snacks I could afford.

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12.22.2012

GPA Miscalculation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This obviously pertains to how I had to set up an appeal letter because of my GPA in college right now. I hope it gets approved >.<

Anyway,

I looked at a transcript that seems to be my own, and I looked down to see my GPA in waking life, or at least the GPA for the given semester of college. I checked the overall GPA, and it seemed fine.

I was busy speculating what I did so wrong here to make me get into having to set up an appeal response for financial aid. Then I realized, soemone miscalculated the GPA by placing the current semester as a separate row below the overall GPA.

This made the system probably assume that was my overall GPA, which wasn't the case, it was my GPA for this semester before 2013. I get irritated by this, and I immediately set plans to go to my Academic advisor.

Apparently a relative of mine was going to help me get to there, and I felt she would help me, but when I went outside, it seemed she was long gone. She was wearing a slightly lime green shirt mixed in with some blue to make it a little darker.

I can still see her, and I was basically following her for a few seconds until I decided to go find a path on my own. I used a teleport/transport medium of some sort that involved using the Thunder God Jutsu from Naruto where I have to touch an item that I can remember easily so I can transport myself there instantly.

So I picked my two items, and this elevator door appears out of nowhere, and when I open it, it's a portal to get to the Academic Advisors office for Biochemistry. It wasn't anywhere close to the office in waking life, but I had a feeling it would be in this dream.

I go through the door, and I'm now in a different dimension or location in the dream. I go up to my Advisor and provided her the information on paper, and she clearly saw the miscalculation.

She stated that she would go over this, and contact me as soon as she can. I feel a lot better, and honestly, if I could make this waking life reality, it would be SO AWESOME right now since I'm kind of afraid of what's going to happen now.....

So while I'm waiting for her to contact me eventually, I decided to summon the elevator door to transport me back to my dream apartment so I can let loose for a while. The amount of stress being lifted off was amazing, I felt like I could breathe again knowing that it was a miscalculation that would boost my GPA big time.

I don't know what I was doing in my apartment, but it was definitely something pertainin to just relaxing and not worrying about the outcome. The dream shifts where I'm apparently being contacted by the advisor, so I quickly set up the Elevator portal, almost forgetting an item I should use in case I wanted to quickly transport myself to the apartment again.

The advisor tells me it definitely was a miscalculation, and I looked at the new transcript to find an even better result than last time. I saw an A somewhere on the bottom, and a B, and a few other good grades as well. There was one "D," but I didn't mind at all since my GPA met satisfactory standards to continue receiving financial aid.

So I started thinking about things I can do to boost my GPA more, and getting motivated to work even harder because of me being able to endure through the small conflict I had when finding the miscalculation of the GPA.

I realized that the advisor had a mini-fridge behind her while she's sitting down, and apaprently, I could take some stuff and help myself out to a drink or some food. But I didn't take anything out, however, I have the mindset that I did take something out before, and I asked my advisor if she and her assistant wanted me to get them something to drink that I could put into the fridge.

They didn't mind, and I remembered I had a full liter of Ginger in my fridge back at my dream apartment.

While I was remembering that, I also get a mental picture of my dream apartment again, and if I had paid more attention to the format of the apartment, I could've been lucid. The thing that was different about the dream apartment, at least one noticeable thing now as I'm typing it out is that the Refridgerator was placed in a different position.

Instead of being on the left side if I were to enter the apartment and head to the kitchen, it was placed on the opposite side from where it was before. I go through the elevator portal again, and I quickly opened the fridge to grab the Ginger Ale.

I also noticed that I had a few other things in the fridge, like the soda I picked up from the previous dream where the guy told me that we're all the same (the Sammo lookalike dream character).

I quickly go through the portal once more, and realized I don't need to worry about fixating on an item to transport myself anymore if I have a portal that appears with my mere mention of expressing my will to its manifestation.

Maybe I should do this for meditation.

I then get random dream shifts of several areas that looked like they were mixed from other areas in waking life. I saw a few random dream characters and a few familiar faces here and there. There was one girl I saw that liked me in High School, but I quickly ignored her.

I can't remember anything else that happened in the dream.

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12.22.2012

Her and my Father (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember my girlfriend meeting with my father, which was something I was very afraid that was going to happen.

The same encounter that I tried to avoid ended up being casual and nothing of conflict ironically. But I still had my guard up, trying to listen to my girlfriend respond to my father.

Things seemed okay, and my father was helping her out by picking up and carrying the suitcases she had in the trunk of her car, which was weird, because it wasn't the van/jeep at all.

She looks down at the trunk, and she seems a bit phased out, and she has her mouth slightly opened while she's looking down. I felt worried that maybe she didn't know what to see to the both of us, and before I tried to comfort her, I forget what happenes next.

12.18.2012

Organic Chemistry Teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down in a classroom of my old Organic Chemistry I teacher, and she's being awfully mean to everyone.

She's probably stating some things to scare others about how exam results will turn out.

She's wearing a red blouse with a fairly huge V-neck shaped design starting from her neck until midway from exposing her cleavage.

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12.18.2012

I met Obama There (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember mentioning to someone that I met President Obama at some Kitty place, when it all actuality, it was a place near my University.

I was so engrossed with the idea that this place was "Kitty" something something (can't remember the name) that I started to see Obama himself.

But not exactly, just a person wearing a large mask of him. I shake his hand, assuming it's President Obama, and then I tried to be neutral in my comment.

By that, I merely tried to play both sides, Democratic and Republican and simply said what the two sides would say individually towards one side.

Obama responds in confusion,

"Okaaaaaaaaaaay...."

And I leave.

NOTES:

- photo above was my computer's desktop background since I thought of trying TOTM
- was reading Sivanson's and Sageous' thread
- slept around 9:20 pm
- did Triple Gem, breath focus, loving-kindness, 9 purif. breath, and let myself go to sleep without willing to lucid, only to remember
- woke up in the middle of the night, willed myself back to sleep after telling myself it's a WBTB (I didn't stand up and do normal stuff though).
- woke up around 4 am.

LUCID:

I woke up finding myself right outside of our house in my hometown right at noon. I realized with excitement that I am lucid, and started to wonder what to do. Then I remember the TOTM! I stood and looked at the sky.

I looked up at the sky and willed it to snow. It was high, freakin' noon, with only a few clouds and a warm sun. Also, I never experienced snow in my life (it never snows in our country). I raised my arms and looked at the clouds, and the sky started to darken as the clouds move to my command. Then it becomes night, but still no snow. However, as it became night, I saw the aurora borealis! It was lovely (we never see auroras here in our country)! But then it wasn't my goal. Not yet, and I let it dissipate.

I continued willing it too snow, and I then felt the first cold snow drop on my arms! I was ecstatic! It was a slow snow, and it didn't pour down as strongly as I wanted to, but it snows! Then I started singing, "We wish you a Merry Christmas" while walking back and forth in our yard. I can barely remember it now, but I chose it because it's such a short song. I remember singing the part "Good tidings we bring" and then "We wish you a Merry Christmas" again.

Finally, I thought it is time to go up and the sky and talk to the person or being or anything that creates the aurora. I flew up and fell on our roof. I jumped again to fly but fell down again. I lost lucidity.

NON-LUCID:

I was inside my room in our hometown. It was dark; the light was off. I was worried because my computer might be connected the entire night.

I was waiting for a jeep outside the street. The ground was wet. It looked gloomy, like rain just poured in our is about to.

I am inside the mall, talking to friends. We were waiting for something. RF and Gg are there, along with a couple of guys. They look like two guys I know from college. Unimportant.

Me and Dani were at the school library and Dani was fooling around somehow.. I think she was stalking people and running around. I was mostly standing there watching her and being entertained. But then one of the teachers, some blond-haired lady in her upper 40's came up to Dani and told her to stop. I got away from the scene before the teacher could see me. Later I caught up to Dani and she told me that the teacher had given her a schedule of all the detentions she would have, which was around 6 or 7 days, which didn't make any sense because she wasn't really doing anything wrong. Not to mention we are in COLLEGE, not high school. Also, Britt happened to show up out of no where and also got the same punishment even though she wasn't even there. The teacher finally caught up to me and was going to give me the same amount of detentions, which I didn't understand at all since I didn't do anything; I was just watching Dani. She gave me the schedule of all the detentions I would have to sit through, but I noticed I would be gone up north for half of them(in RL I really will be gone those days). I told her this and she gave me this evil look so I ran away down the halls and tried to get away from her. Then something in the air changed; instead of people wanting to punish me and not liking me, the mood changed and people felt sorry for me. Like they knew sometime was wrong with me because I wasn't right in the head. The principle came up to me but instead of giving me some lecture, he offered me some lunch.

There was a multiple murder at the edge of town along the forest in some shacks. I had a vision of what happened kind of on a television in my mind. One of the murders happened like this: a guy started riding a horse away from his house, away from a danger. There was a fire that was engulfing the land below him and he was racing away from it. Then the fire on the ground stopped but there were flames coming from him. There was a sense that he was causing the fire to come from the air by racing through it so quickly on the horse and I thought that if he just slowed down, the fire would go out. He got to a wood clearing. Then he shot himself in the head. A police officer related the shooting to the media by doing a backflip. Then, I was watching news coverage of the event next to a lake. It was like Hurricane Sandy. There was a benefit/donation number for money that would go to the families. There was a number for crime tips. I went into a lake and was swimming in it. It was beautiful. Then I went up onto this land area that reminds me of the area by the shed where I used to live. People in the media were questioning me and others. Somebody offered me a beer and I declined because it was honey flavored and I didn't think it would be good. He said it was the best beer in the world. I tasted it and indeed it was good.


I went skiing with my family. We were walking up the mountain. There was no lift. There was no snow. I got to the top and instead of going on skis, people were hopping on socks that would fly over not snow but metal rollers. I was going down and had a good hang of it. The problem was that there were too many people in the way and I had to slow down. At one point in the descent I got to a train station. Everyone was going through. I tried to go through using my metro card but it wasn't working. I went to buy a ticket at the machine but my coins weren't all going in. I had to bang on the machine so that they'd go in. As I banged, they went in but the price that I still had to pay went up. Also, my coins turned into little toy naked girls and I was embarrassed that the employee would see them. Later I was walking around at college. I wondered why there was a lobby in every building with chairs to sit in. I reasoned that it was worth building this part of the building because students would like it and if a college didn't have such areas students would be unhappy and go to different colleges. I was hungry and went to the dining hall to get a slice of pizza. When I got to the register I tried to pay with a 20 dollar bill but the woman didn't have enough change and she was frustrated that I payed with a 20. I told her I'd go find some coins. I found many many "coins" but they were actually nails. There were big nails representing more money and small nails representing less. I picked up all I could carry in my arms and walked back to the register. My money turned into vegetables especially potatoes. They were huge potatoes.

1:53 pm - 3:09 pm

NOTE: Woke up earlier than planned. Was supposed to wake up around 3:30 pm. Had a hard time sleeping because I had coffee at lunch.

I was in a place that looks almost abandoned. I think it's similar to the 'Shopping' area of Bacolod. I was walking around, and the color is very grey, like the one you get when it's raining. But it's not yet raining. I was 'talking' to someone, but there's no one there. I was talking to myself, but I was also answering as a different person. It seems I was a prostitute, or was looking for one. I keep mildly waking up but still had my eyes closed, and I keep coming back to the dream. Mostly, I was talking to myself, but I also get stuck with just being on the bed with my eyes closed trying to sleep. I also wished, I think, that I'd meet my college crush (PG). I saw him in my mind, but I think he never appeared.

12.03.2012

Teasing a Math Teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember going to a class similar to the Math Course I'm taking, and doing horrible in waking life. My professor isn't there, and there seems to be another professor still teaching, and by the looks of it, the content on the screen projector seems to be too abstract, not even math in some cases.

Blah blah blah, boring math stuff, students being bored as hell, yadadada, until the dream shifts to where I'm near a lady who's probably about 30-40. I'm getting annoyed on how much of a bitch she is to her students, and she's probably just cranky because of no sex or something.

So I go up to her, I ask her random questions, like what college she went to.

She looks at me in shock and states in a mildly questioning tone,

"Texas A&M.............................???"

I get close to her and hold her hand,

"No before that."

She responds,

"Berkeley...." She starts getting relaxed, and she's looking into my eyes with more confidence, but her body isn't able to handle this random contact I'm having with her. She tries to kiss me, but I tease her and moved back.

Then I turn around and got the hell out of there while she stands there completely dumbfounded and wishing she took control over me in another room to go few rounds with me.

>.>


<.<


*whistles innocently*

12.02.2012

Dream Scholarship (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm informed that there's an Asian lady hosting a small contest to win her scholarship of $3,500 I believe.


I'm going inside of an auditorium or a huge lecture room that could occupy maybe 300+ people. The walls are probably milky brown with some kind of pink to it, and the lighting above us is mostly white.

There's not a lot of people in the room, and I decided to merge with the 15-20 or so people sitting near the front. There's 4 sections of seats, and I decided to go to the middle on on the left. I have to go through someone, and they moved their legs for me.

Then I sit down, and started to phase out for a while until I saw people's names were on the board. There was this half-naked guy who was near the board, and I assumed I had to talk to him to get my name added for the scholarship contest.

So I go up to him and state my name, but apparently, there's someone already with my name on the chalkboard....then I hear someone call out, "Yeah, that's me!"

I was a bit shocked, but then decided to mention my middle name as well to make the distinction between the random dream character and myself. I go back to sit to a random seat, and I noticed there's one girl that looks like someone at my college in waking life.

She's dark-skinned, wearing tight khaki long pants, along with a green sweater with a few mixed in colors of red, white, blue, and such. She's looking at the large projector screen on the stage. I can't recall what was the exact content, and I doubt there was anything useful.

I just wanted to wait for the Asian lady, or whoever is hosting the contest. Then after a while someone comes in, and claims they are the host, so everyone starts paying attention. I passively hear what she's saying and focus on who is around me. Since I realized this is a contest again, I have to rank who might be a challenge to me.

I saw a guy with an orange shirt for a while, and then noticed he's similar to someone named Danny in waking life. I started to worry about his existence because he was supposedly a good debator in High School. Everyone else looked pretty easy to compete against.

The lady on the stage was most likely Indian or Hispanic, she was dark-skinned, but more of a tanned skinned complexion. She's wearing a black dress shirt that's slightly opened to show her cleavage, and I believe she's wearing regular dark blue jeans.

She looks like she's in her 30-40s, and she has long and brown hair, along with dark red lips. Her visage is plump and cheeky, and she has a decent body for her age overall.

She calls up one person, and I believe he would be asked a series of questions. After a while, I can't recall what happens during that inteveral, but I find myself on the stage with other people. I tense up a bit, and quickly turned my back to see what's on the screen.

Gradually, my awareness of the content picks up, and I realized these are mostly dream-related questions.

I start getting confident, and felt that this scholarship is easy pickings, too bad I didn't reality check since dreaming was the topic of discussion. As the lady is rambling on some stuff, my urge to just mention anything increases, but I didn't want to disturb the lady.

I start twitching while trying to be patient and see when she's going to just be quiet.

I can't remember anything after that.

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12.02.2012

Someone Tries To Shoot (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being outside, and I think I'm walking with my father or someone, along with some random female.

She was wearing a blue jacket, the hard layered ones, along with a dark red shirt underneath I believe. She also had regular light blue jeans, and she looks like she's in her 40s or so.

She has black hair, and is dark-skinned, and has a skinny torso region, but wide hips. I think my father was going to aim his gun at her for some reason, and I'm seeing this in spectator view. While things are going in slow-motion, I see that he really wants to prepare to shoot her, and as I'm informing the lady to watch out, she finally turns around.

She's shocked, and I think she someone takes the gun out of his hands and drops it somewhere else.

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12.02.2012

Sonic Heroes & Professor Dumbledore (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a random small clip of Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails, and they're in an environment that's similar to the Lost Jungle stage in Sonic Heroes.

Sonic is trying to convice Tails and Knuckles to form together near a flower pod that can transport then to a huge plant base inside that's maybe 30 feet away from them. Knuckles raises his hairless eyebrow region on the left side, probably feels it's a crazy idea, but he agrees along with tails.

Now I'm mentally controlling Tails as Sonic and Knuckles hang out below him. I'm going through some weird sewer like region. The overall atmosphere's color is a light misty brown mixed in with yellow.

The walls and roofs are formed in a semi-circular composition, and as I'm progressing with the three characters, I finally reach a gated area. The irons seem to be rusty brown, and there's a gate door that we can open.

I prompt them to open it, and as soon as we go into the area, Professor Dumbledore comes in out of nowhere. He's sitting near a desk, and seems to be sorting through some papers. He looks very busy until I prompt the characters to get closer to him, after that, I can't recall anything else.

DREAM THOUGHTS


I think I was in a local village where Chawner, Charlie, Leo etc. live, chilling with my friends. There was a school concert going on at my secondary school, however it was more like a gig for the teenagers. My old band used to play all the gigs, and we suddenly thought it would be a good idea to ask to play in our new band at the gig. I think that this sudden spur of the moment idea came from the other day, when on a spur of the moment Richard (our bassist) told a promoter we could play at his gig, even though we were simply not ready. I was rushing about trying to get hold of people and organize lifts to college (even though the gig was at school!! RC POTENTIAL!!!!) however I was getting no texts back, which was stressing me out. In the end, my Mum was picking me up, yet Chawner picked us up in a big black 4by4 car!! (once again, RC POTENTIAL!) In the back of the car was Marko, and I had shotgun. All I really remember from here is me telling the lads that I was nearly there at college, and them telling me in return that they delayed the gig for us to play, but it was too ambitious and the crowd were starting to get agitated so we had to stop. When he said this I imagined the school hall as the NME tent at reading festival, (RC POTENTIAL)which has actually come up in my dreams before. I was disappointed we weren't doing the set, however although I thought it was the evening, I actually think it was during my friday long free, so all it meant was that I was getting to college earlier so that I could do revision. Cool!

11-30-12

It's difficult for me to tell if in this dream I went to a location and then returned to said location, or if I had a (complex) false memory while in the dream of a dream I never had.

Ahem.

One part of the dream would cut to the other fairly often, I think.

One dream-plot is that my brother E, my father, my mother, E's wife M, and I were on a road trip. Maybe is would be more fitting to call it an odyssey, as it was winter and snowy and we just kept having to stop to make the road or help people or whatever. We were in a minivan.

I remember at some point in this story-arc we were outside on the road, effectively at our destination... or one of them. We were all placing equally spaced boards in the snow next to the road.
Don't ask me why. I just thought it was funny when M put one in the snow and it stood upright.


The other dream-plot is that I was re-visiting a great concert hall. Here's where the difficulty occurs: I don't know if I'd actually been there previously in a dream or in this dream or ever, yet I remembered being there before and talking to the director of an orchestra that was to practice there soon. Somehow that memory included a mock-train onstage and (I remember very clearly) the orchestra playing music from Chrono Trigger and Final Fantasy 6.
But I was there again. For some reason.

When I left, (and I know this was in the dream, not a possibly false memory) it was in a small crowd of college-aged people, mostly guys. I chatted a bit with one on the way out, and when I got back outside I got in the van (that's where the two story arc come together). As soon as I got in, though, the thought was that at least some of the guys coming out of the performance hall were to come with us in the van. (Which now only had my mom and myself.)
Some of the guys got in the middle seats and then I helped another guy (a really pleasant person) get in back, where I was.
I mentioned to mom about the odd music playing in the context of it being a memory. (more confusion about that upon waking.)

11.30.2012

Me Vs. Ganondorf (Windwaker) (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was controlling Link from Windwaker mentally, or maybe it really was just me in his outfit, and I see Ganondorf is preparing to run up the long and twisted castle stairs forming into the right side. There's a red carpet materials in the middle of the stairs, and it leaves about 1/4 of the width of each step from both left and right sides exposed.

This endeavor in the dream was fairly simply, hunt down Ganondorf and face him off. Before I run up the stair to get to him, for maybe 20 seconds, I was in the area behind the start of the stairs going up. There were turquoise walls composed of stacked like bricks, but with a completely different material.

The flooring was also turquoise, or maybe slightly grayer than the walls. I see Ganondorf is standing there with his two swords, and he's about 10 feet away from me. I quickly prepared my Light Bow, and it shot through Ganondorf like it would for any other entity of evil.

However, it doesn't seem to affect him at all. He quickly runs up the stairs, and I get this sense of exhiliration. Going after the bad guy, hearing the "Hyrule Castle Ganon" Track from the Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess.

As I'm getting to the apex of the stairs, I could sense something bad was going to happen. I see Ganondorf in a different form, from Ocarina of Time. I get this quick imagery of him opening his mouth and has his eyes wide open, as if to scare me.

The dream resets, and this time, when I reached to the stairs, I believe I encountered him, but I forget what happened next.

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11.30.2012

I'm Floating Over a Sea (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream feels similar to a Winder Waker ocean envrionment. It feels like I'm in the body of Ganondorf from Ocarina of Time. I'm at least 200 feet above the sea.

I can't believe how much I'm stabilied by floating, and I start seeing incomplete forms of several islands from the Windwaker series. They all started out as gray colors, and then began to accumulate more detail.

However, because I'm lucid that I'm floating above the sea, which REALLY scares me, because I don't want to descend into it and face whatever mystery contained in there.

My fear of this makes me descend slowly to sea level, and before I knew it, I woke up out of fear.

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11.30.2012

Almost Becoming Lucid (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember walking on a side walk, and as I'm randomly talking to whoever,

"Hello? Yeah....I......uhmm."

Then I woke up before I could get the chance to become fully lucid.

*sigh*

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11.30.2012

Outset Island (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember wanting to take a family member to Outset Island from Windwaker. I don't know why exactly, but I just wanted to.

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11.30.2012

U.S. History Discussion Class (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at the discussion room I usually go to for U.S. History class, and there seems to be quite a few people in a small area.

The flooring is vanilla, the walls are the same as well, and there's more than enough white lighting inside. I was probably sitting at the back rows on the far left side that's closer to the left wall.

The reason I'm confused is that I have another dream shift, but that will be mentioned later. I hear my discussion teacher go on in random declarations, and I don't really pay too much attention to the details until he calls my name.

I quickly jolted upwards, like literally half a feet. I quick put on a dazed and confused facade, waiting for his question, but I can't remember what it was.

Then the dream shifts, but I think this would've been a DEILD if I had been aware. Anyway, I'm sitting in the front or somewhere near the teacher, and I think he asks me a question that I was engaged in.

Funny thing is about the dream, in waking life, I had a discussion meeting for History today, and when no one didn't know the answer to the teacher's question, he said he would randomly pick out someone.

He screamed out "Brandon!"

I was shocked, but fortunately, there's another Brandon, and he picked him instead.

Hahahahaha.....that almost made me go crazy.