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i am in the grocery store shopping with my mom and heather.
we need stuff for a picnic kind of thing.
beside a river, under a hill a ton of people are eating in scattered groups all down the waterside.

i'm in a room with a lot of people. on the wall, there are funny parodies of every movie you can think of.
heather and i look at a harry potter parody. the harry potter actor is really ugly.
off to the "side" of the scene, more like the "side of the dream" (unexplainable), a man beckons me.
i question my surroundings, but fight knowing the truth. this is a dream...but i like this dream.
i know this isn't real. he keeps asking me to come thru, wake up, c'mon.
i disassociate from the dream and the entire scene feels like a veil has been lifted.
a white screen remains where i thought reality was. he pushes the screen away.
now i see "real" reality. i'm in a big lab with a ton of computers.
there's a lady and her daughter (5 yrs old probably) messing around on one.
heather is on one too. i'm told to go play on one.

i have to "log in" with any name. make it up, etc. put your own in, someone elses, it doesn't matter. each name combination will be different.
i don't remember what name i put in. on the screen, a model of the entire universe appears. it's the person's universe, as each person in our "Reality" has his or her own. this is how you can view them.
using the middle scroll thing some mouses have, i zoom all the way in. it's earth, the persons perceived "home" or "center of the universe".
as i scroll out, the seemingly circular planet (rendered 2D because its just a computer) spins and twists clockwise, unraveling and becoming the periodic table of elements. this is represented by a long line of blocks that turns several times, showing thousands of elements. the line keeps going crazy in every direction, in different shapes as it makes molecules, atoms, etc.
supposedly, i am scrolling "out", aka trying to get the larger picture. confusing.

i stop playing this game and go over to the man behind it all, the man who beckoned me.
he looks friendly, just a cool dude maybe 30 or 35.
"can i talk to you about the film you made or are you sensitive about criticism?" i ask.
he laughs and says go for it.
"i hated the part where i was looking at all those movies. it made it seem so real, which sucks because it was a stupid part."
i talk like my entire life was a movie.
he laughs about it and says some movie award organization said that's why he didn't receive some award for it.
we talk about "making movies" and stuff, but all the time we know we mean making "reality".

Been out of the loop for a long time, decided to try my hand at lucid dreaming again. Maybe this will help me have lucid dreams? I will copy and paste entries from Liquid Dream III here from now on. Last night/ this morning I had several dreams that I don't think were connected, maybe they were, but they seemed like fragments. This is my first major post, so here's hoping my strange subconscious will be accepted here.

The first one the setting was at some sort of old, one story building, pretty cramped, and was jam-packed with computers. I am not sure what their function or purpose was, but I remember it being important. One of the things that stuck out was a flight simulator, that to be honest, was sort of out of place. Perhaps it was employee stress relief? The building was divided into many rooms separated by glass walls with automatic sliding doors. A recurring color I recall seeing was beige and black. I do not remember too much more as I either woke up or the dream faded into the next one.

The second fragment was the strangest. It seemed to have an important atmosphere and seemed a bit darker, both atmosphere and the hue of the dream. I don't remember too much as there is heavy fragmentation. The important thing is I had a computer running a strange program. Either life support for a strange creature I was trying to keep alive or some other purpose. I can't remember. I do, however, recall being very diligent and keeping an eye on it almost constantly. Later, after events I cannot recall, I returned to where this was running. And found the creature, who was this giant (ancient?) spider like creature that was slightly humanoid, in what seemed suspended in a huge void. Everything was black except the monster. It was as if the room that held the equipment had been transported into another dimension. I remember it had an important role, and did not fear it. I remember it saying that it had grown to great stature, as I recall I was only a speck compared to it, however it saying that I was just as powerful as it somehow. Maybe talking about the fact that I can do anything in a dream? I am not sure what it's purpose was, maybe I will try to seek it again once I am able to accomplish lucid dreaming.

The third dream I had was strange as well, as it involved some sort of video game and me trying to find the name of this really cool video. In the video game section, I had to destroy the 'core' of some sort of mechanism. I think I have seen it somewhere in waking life, but I cannot remember. I was shooting at various exposed pillars decorated with strange writing that was multicolored. Although at some point I think I stopped playing for some reason. Probably to find that video. I don't think anything else happened afterwards.

Now, another fragment I recall working at some place that had become overrun by human like machines (cyborgs?). And the only way to avoid capture was blending in with some sort of bio-mechanisms that produce energy or something. I cant recall too much except later I was riveting a box together. That held some other equipment. This is about as far as I got when I woke up.

I was barely asleep at all. I was simply observing a jumble of thoughts, the kind you get between wakefulness and dreams. More towards wakefulness. I had obviously just recently shut my eyes.

Then I remembered I was asleep. This is a dream. Is this a dream? I pondered. No, came the conclusion. I am barely asleep. Nevertheless, I tried rubbing my hands together simply for experimentation. I half expected trying to move to wake me up. But as I was successful in rubbing my hands, my senses immediately sharpened tenfold, and a dream formed around me. I could suddenly see the waving of the bright green grass below my feet. I could feel the wind on my face. But I couldn't feel my hair, I noted.

It was daytime, light was radiating off of everything, especially the grass, which almost hurt to look at. But it looked nice anyway. Different regions of the sky were colored different shades of blue, like a tye die of only blue. There were several small clouds, lit at strange angles, and it was unclear were the sun was in the sky.

I was outside of a Minecraft house on top a hill surrounded by trees. It stood on a wooden foundation, and had bright red walls of brick, almost as bright as the grass, and had a triangular wooden roof, and a few windows placed without order all around it.

I ran fast, like a ninja, and tried to summon a DC over the hill. It didn't work, and the dream transformed into my 7th grade math class. I lost a fraction of my lucidity, but I already suspected I was in a dream. I rose from my chair and walked across the room, looking for confirmation that this was a dream. The teacher didn't object to walking around the room during a lesson, but if he did I would have told him to can it. I don't want to do anything risky, in case I wasn't actually in a dream. Too late.

I impulsively pulled a student's chair out from under him, and tossed it around in the air. It was as light as a feather. I smirked. You're loosing it, I addressed my subconscious, which always finds it particularly hilarious to trick me into waking up. Get better tricks. Of course, as I thought that, I woke up.

My eyes instantly opened. I stayed still. Crap, I thought groggily, and closed my eyes again. I materialized in the dining room of my house, in another lucid dream. DEILDs were never that hard for me, but to do one barely on a whim made me really proud of myself.

My dining room was almost never used for dining, it instead was home too the three desktop computers my family uses. It's were we all spend most of our time (Being geeks and all. ), though, so it was a good replica. Almost everything in the room was wooden. Hardwood floor, a wooden bookcase, that was full to the brim in a not so orderly fashion, all the desks were made of wood, another full wooden bookcase, a wooden games shelf, wooden chairs, a and wooden table folded up against the wall. The wall wall white, though not much of it showed because it was covered by bookshelves and desks. The wall the table is folded up beside has a very large window with daylight coming through and shining onto the hardwood floor that was partially covered up by two large and colorful carpets.

I tried summoning another dream character around the corner, still without luck. Looking for another way to assert my dominance over my dreams, I tried to close the browser on my computer screen.
"Computer," I addressed it. "Close window."

It took a while. I considered flying into the computer, like in TRON, but memories of the last time I tried to fly indoors came up, and I decided against it. The browser eventually closed, but the BSOD came up, and I woke up. I had to admit though, that was hilarious.

My eyes opened, and I stayed still again. No use though, I thought, the chances of another successful DEILD are really low. My eyes flickered over the clock. Eight forty-five. Worth a shot. I closed my eyes.

I 'woke up' walking down a hallway at my school, fully lucid. Awesome.

I walked to the end of the bland hall, lie on my back, and rolled down the bland stairs at the end of it painlessly. People were laying down at the end of it, cheering at me for whatever reason. I walked out the bland door of my school and into the exciting forest. I was ambushed by a exciting ninja, and then I woke up.

My eyes opened, slowly this time, and I looked at the time. Nine seventeen. It was late, and I was too awake for another DEILD. Ah well, I was satisfied.

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

I'm on my laptop, playing one of the mini-games within Petpet Park, when the game interrupts me with a pop-up notification saying that I've set a score record and asking me to fill in the name I want to display next to the record. I type in my player character's name. As soon as I finish typing it, it changes to a completely different, longer name. I think, Computers don't usually change what you've typed after you've typed it. I must be dreaming! I reach up and pinch my nose and, just as I had expected, feel that otherworldly sensation of being able to breathe through it. I feel a strong surge of excitement and happiness.

Suddenly, I find myself lying in my bed in my current bedroom. Still knowing perfectly well that I'm dreaming, I climb out of bed and walk out of the room and down the stairs. I hop down the last few steps, enjoying the way it takes me a couple of seconds to float down and land as gently as a feather on the floor, unlike in reality. In the living room, where the stairs end and where the ceiling is high, I float into the open space like a balloon for a few moments. I'm having a great time.

Then I decide to go out the front door. I start trying to go through it intangibly, thinking, I know I can do this. I've done it before. I can see the door and its interior, which are dark brown, and then the front yard as I begin to go through the door. I don't get all the way through it, though. I end up walking out onto the front path, then realizing that I've made a hole in the door with my face, and my face is still stuck through it; I've brought it with me. “This is stupid,” I say. I peel it off and toss it aside; it feels like it's made of thin plastic.

Now that I'm outside, I start floating again. I see two dogs in somebody’s yard and start flying higher, making sure I'm out of their reach in case they try to jump up and attack me. [Darn irrational fears. I have that one in real life, too. I know I could have confronted it and perhaps reduced its hold through this dream, but it didn't occur to me to do so at the time.] However, the dogs do no such thing. I continue flying, and think, It's good that I'm in my own neighborhood, and it looks just like it does in reality. [Except that it didn't, not quite. The street turned to the right in the dream at a place where it dead-ends in reality.] Down on the street, I see two cartoony-looking kids named Sam and Sarah talking to each other. At some point during their conversation, I woke up.

Aeolar's Dream

I am in this building, with a bunch of other people. A woman walks out of a door with a cute little baby. She has a loving look on her face. She sets the baby down in a carriage out in the hall, and walks away to take care of something else. A scientist then comes up and kills the baby by smashing it with a heavy object. I watched as this took place, horrified. I began to cry, and a lot of other people do as well. I swear revenge against these cruel people. I gather up as many people I can who believe in what is right. I tell them that we should be known as the "All-Americans" and paint ourselves blue.

We all go out onto the battlefield. We see the bad guys. They are on horses, and instead of wielding shields, they have bronze statues of General Custer, which blocks some of the bullets we are shooting at them. There are about 100 of us, and there are thousands of them. There are just too many enemies. 2 women ride up to our front lines, not wanting to fight. A blonde haired woman, and a brown haired woman.

Earlier in this dream, this blonde haired girl was on the internet, saying how she wanted to free someone, but didn't know that the man was now 60 years old. An old woman was there as well.
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I remember being with another guy, and then going to a white van in a parking lot. I opened the door, and saw a man in there. I think I knew him as Shrader, but he could have been someone else. He showed me something on a computer terminal that is really hard to explain. It was like a birds eye view of this area and we were searching for something. It was reminiscent of the Matrix. I look up at the room around me, and it looks like a sanctuary or something, maybe a secret lair. But the 3 of us were the only people there.
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I am a special soldier in the army. I think that I am comparable to a Spartan in Halo. We get deployed in the craziest way. We all (about 5 of us) have to get on top of an SR-71 Blackbird, attached by grappling hooks, and then get launched into space. Now, while we're in space, the craziest thing happened. The world was literally in a bottle, and we had to pull out the cork in order to re enter orbit. We did, and began hurtling toward our target. We actually survived the fall and began walking to this house. There was a balloon that had a "Word of the Day" on it, which I read but don't remember what it was.

When we got to the house, I looked in the distance and saw a pack of wolves rather close to me. Immediately I ran to the other side of the building. It seemed as though the others in my group were oblivious to the wolves, and the wolves were oblivious to them. I think that's why the wolves started to chase me. We played Cat and Mouse, more like Dog and Human, but they eventually caught up to me. 2 wolves latched onto either thumb, and it felt kind of strange. I yelled for the other soldiers to shoot them, and they seemed confused at first, but they did shoot them. I watched to my amazement as my mangled ground beef thumbs regenerated back to normal, with barely a scar.
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I am standing on this rock ledge, overlooking a feast taking place. This group of all women made an all fruit dinner for a very large group of people. I made my way down there, and checked out the event. There were paper plated to eat from, but they were soaked with pineapple juice. Dream skip. I am talking to this important old lady. She says she lost something, and I go out and try to find it in this store/hostel place. This lady supposedly runs the group of all females. No more recall.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 22-23, 2011.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, Possibly lucid?, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at a big, old house that is now a tourist site. It's a bit like Hearst Castle, only older, in a different architectural style, and not on a hill. Tourists can enter either the house itself to go on a tour, or they can enter a large theater to watch a movie about the house. The space in between the house and the theater is an enclosed, carpeted lobby. While I'm in that space, I give another tourist directions to the main entrance to the house: “Go down there, turn left, go up the ramp, then turn right and go through the doors.” The ramp is long and slopes gently upward.

In addition to the large, main theater, the complex also has a ride of some kind with seats that are suspended on long bars from an overhead track. Riders board the ride by strapping themselves into the seats when they are within small, circular, mobile theater pods. These theater pods show a movie about the era in between the heyday of the large house and the present day, that is, the house's early days as a tourist attraction, before it had a visitors' center. The pods also can move around on legs and have motion-simulator functionality. I get into one of the pods 'backwards,' by riding on one of the seats as it comes into the pod from the unloading station. Other riders also board the pod, and then the movie begins.

[I'm not absolutely sure, but I think] It was at this point that I woke up for a very brief WBTB (just a few minutes, which is about how long I usually wake up for in the middle of the night). I remembered very well what I had just been dreaming about, and focused on it while I was awake. As I was going back to sleep, I thought, I wonder if I can get back into the same dream I was just in. [Amazingly,] I succeeded in doing so.

The mobile theater pod moves out into the street that runs past the big, old house, which is part of the ride. While it's out in the street, the pod is boarded by small, roundish creatures, Expies of The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything [from “VeggieTales”]. After they've boarded the pod, instead of proceeding to attack and plunder it, they decide to go inside the visitors' center to get some Starbucks. This gives me time to escape from the pod and run for help. I escape from the pod and start walking along the sidewalk. Somewhere around here, I realize that I'm dreaming, but I don't want to interrupt the dream plot already in progress; it's interesting and exciting, so I go along with it. I start searching for the main, public entrance to the tourist site. I pass by what appears to be the main entrance and go to a gift shop. The gift shop is filled with a lot of red decorations and red objects, mainly Christmas decorations. I sit down in a chair and get into a conversation with the store attendant. While I'm talking to her, my thoughts stray and the impact of the thought, “Whoa, I'm dreaming” hits me fairly hard. I am suddenly overcome by a strong feeling of sleepiness, and close my eyes. Then I remember that I'll lose the dream if I do that, and open them again. I'm still right where I was.

I tell the tour guide about the mobile theater pod being attacked by pirates, and ask, “Do you have a security guard?” She shows me where there is one waiting behind a service counter, and sends him back out onto the street with me. When we're on the street, I notice that there are “floating” vehicles on it and feel dismayed that the sci-fi future is actually here. Then I notice that at least the larger vehicles do have tractor treads, in addition to the pink, glowing force fields I see under all the vehicles. The security guard goes to the mobile theater pod and apprehends the pirates [at least, I suppose he did; I don't really remember that part of the dream].

[Different dream.] A man has been captured and locked in handcuffs. A dog brings him a key in its mouth, so he can get out of them. He does so. Then, his captor approaches and, seeing that he's out of the handcuffs, says to him, “I expected you'd be out of those by now.” The man replies, “I already am.”

[Different dream.] I'm showing some guy how to properly arrange the cord for and use the mouse on my computer.

[I may or may not have been lucid for this one, I'm not sure.] P. and I are both making cakes with a little bit of dough, under Mom's guidance. My piece of dough is bigger than P.'s. We mix ingredients into the dough with our hands. We're in the kitchen/dining room of House #1, and the cake pans are sitting on the floor under the dining table. We pick them up from there to put the dough in them. Before I put my dough in my cake pan, I run a little bit of tap water onto it, and it shrinks to the size of P.'s piece of dough. That's good, and a relief; I'd been concerned that I'd initially taken more than my fair share when we divided the dough, and when we added the other ingredients.

5 separate entries? Good night of recall...

1. I'm watching the Simpsons, where Moe and Barney are the only two in Moe's Tavern. Both are fairly drunk and feeling vulnerable, and after a bit of dialogue they exchange a single kiss. Moe admits he was curious, and as soon as he does the bar begins to collapse around him. Dream cuts to "South Moe's," recast as an upscale drinking spot. However, pots of a black goop bubble behind the surface of the bar. Drinkers are littering the floor with their empty bottles, and as they do so the goop reaches out of its pots to grab them. The drinkers seem to dissolve before my eyes; Milhouse (dressed as Admiral Ackbar) screams "It's a trap!," while his mother's head lulls sickeningly on a bleached-white spinal column. Eventually Moe is the only one left in the bar, and he angrily tips over the pots. All the drinkers emerge, unharmed, and Moe orders them to clean up the mess as a lesson in environmental stewardship.

2. My high school friend S.M. has asked me to text him on Facebook, but I ignore his request. The next day, he and M.B. show up at my house bearing Magic cards, and as we play they both admit that they've been crushingly bored. I false awaken, then go to the computer and log on to Facebook. I see his text request again and ask myself, "Is this a dream?" I fail the reality check miserably and fail to go lucid.

3. I'm reading about Tarot readings I've done in my journal, only to realize that I've forgotten the staff portion of the Celtic Cross.

4. I'm at a flea market with the family, and we enter the main building through a sort of farmer's market area. Most things are reasonably priced, but bananas are $8 a pound and my mom flips out about it. Dad, fed up with her, enters a room containing clothes and life jackets. My brother has a smartphone with him, and dad wants to use it to check prices. The internet at the market can only be accessed through a medieval themed game interface, which costs $35. He buys it, but finds it very hard to enter web addresses, as letters change after entry (failed RC). Eventually he succeeds, and sees that his parking can be validated if he goes to the student union at my new graduate school. As he logs off, the game reports his session as a "royal history."

5. I'm at college, where I'm taking "History of Baseball." I get destroyed by the first test, and walk out dejected when I meet my old roommate, J.L. He carries a Whiffle bat and ball, and we play a little.

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Here is what I can remember about my dream on saturday night, it was quite vivid....non-lucid though

I was at a house (it switched from my own house from my child hood and a house in the woods throughout my dream) We were having a house party with a bunch of people and people I knew (like my brother and roommates) were there. We had very loud music playing and things were going well when I noticed that part of the forest/woods that the house was surrounded by was caught on fire. I began to panic fearing for the house and the lives of those inside, so I began to dial 911 to get some fire fighters out there in time so the house wouldn't burn down. I was getting upset because no one would turn down the music so I could call 911. I kept asking them to turn the music off and tried myself but they would just turn the music up once I turned it down. I kept getting so frustrated to the point of tears because no one was taking the situation seriously. The fire was also acting very odd, when I would try and call the fire department the fire would subside, almost like it knew what I was doing and wanted to even get me in trouble and act like there really was no fire. But of course once I hung up the phone the fire would rage on through out the forest....the dream shifts and my concern is no longer for the fire but for the fact that I couldn't find my laptop (I felt like I had to look up something or something to do online) and I needed it right away. My dad told me that he thought he saw it upstairs in the room that he never used (in real life he doesn't use the master bed room at all). I didn't want to go upstairs because throughout my child hood I always could sense a presence up there and hated sleeping upstairs by myself as a kid. In the dream I kept seeing faces look at me from the top of the stairs and try to scare me and almost dare me to come up their alone. They were taunting me and show me disturbing images almost as visions. I asked my brother and someone else (I didn't know) to come upstairs with me and retrieve my laptop. The person I didn't know had dark hair, was a bit taller than me and about my brother's age (17-19). We began to ascend the stairs and were immediately attacked by some head that had no body but was floating in the air attacking us through our own fear and minds. It had a smile on its face and was just pure evil. Almost looked like one of those faces off a ventriloquist dolls and had that shinny look to it. We got to the room at the end of the hall and tried to block the voice from ourselves and just get the computer. We thought it was on the floor on the side of the bed facing the window, which was on the opposite side of the room. The doll face just floated to where he could see us and I think said something like "you will never be able to leave." I knew something was up so when my brother and the stranger got onto the bed to look on the other side. I knew something was up because as soon as they sat on the bed they began to get very sleepy and were almost passing out into a deep sleep just by touching the bed. I had to almost anchor them by holding onto their legs at their feet and made sure they didn't fall asleep while looking for my laptop. I just stared down the doll face and kind of told it off. We discovered the laptop was not even upstairs and quickly ran back down the stairs. Come to find out my laptop was on top of the fridge the whole time. My dad did not believe us when we told him some demon or spirit tried to lure us into staying up there. Soon after this I woke up.

Class and Securing the Hill

I was in a class, but don't know what I was learning. We all chose net-books for the day. They were all unique.
One computer had a problem.

Dream skip?

I went to a grassy hill and was going to fight some machines. Everyone in my unit or on my team had a vehicle
that served as protection. I chose a place on the hill that offered protection from ahead and from behind.

These dreams repeated. When I went to class again, I knew one of the computers had a problem. I got the same
computer I had had before because I knew that one worked.

I saw some meat that had been flattened and salted. It was raw. I ate some and realized some how, not by the taste,
that the meat had been poisoned. I started to spit out the meat. Every time I spit, I had a lot more spit to spit out. I
spit enough to fill a baggie half way. I left the class.

I was on the hill again. Someone had a boa constrictor--possibly a red tail boa. It was about 8 feet long. They were letting it get very close to me. It was trying to bite me. Eventually I was trying to hold it anyway. I tried to get it behind the head, but being tired in waking life (I guess), I couldn't focus on it much. I ended up holding it by the tail and letting it crawl on the ground.

Then I was positioned on the hill again. My spot was now vulnerable from the rear. I didn't like that at all. I had a premonition that we would be attacked from the rear. I ended up in some kind of a room that was walled by tough, nylon strapping material. I had a machine gun. It was like a cross between an AK-47 and an AR-15. I liked having it. I shot about 15 bullets and then thought I should stop in case I hit someone. I wanted to get out of the room, so I started pulling the strapping and it was coming loose. Eventually I guess I did get loose with someone else who was in the room with me.

Then I was in a military aircraft. I was never in the military. We were preparing for something. I was trying to get my machine gun it a case because I didn't want to leave it, and I didn't want to walk around wherever I was going with an open machine gun.

One of the other guys with me, a superior I think, threw a jacket out of the plane. I was upset because I think it was my jacket. It was as though I wasn't supposed to keep the military property (including the gun). I quickly put on another jacket so as to claim it. That meant the jacket thrown out was someone elses.

OGF

I met a girl who looked like someone I used to date. I was my current age--she was the age I met her. I approached her nervous of how she would respond to what I wanted to tell her. I told her that I know I am much older, but I just wanted to tell her that she looked like an ogf. She looked exactly like her. I was in love.

Later, she responded more to my liking, and I became semi lucid, or at least controlled my dream. I started holding her. I was taking my time to go up her shirt because I was enjoying being with her, but I realized I may wake up soon, so I started going further up her shirt. I got so far as to feel where her breast started. I didn't go further because I wanted to save some of the enjoyment. I never got to feel her breast, but I was enjoying looking at her face too much.

1. I must have gone lucid spontaneously, as I don't recall making a reality check or even what came before the lucid moment. But in any case, I become aware that I'm dreaming in the guest room of my house. I start stabilizing by rubbing my hands on my sides, but I also remember a thread I recently read on DV. Apparently the poster had success stabilizing with a musical focus, so I start singing the third declension ending song from my high school Latin class. It really seems to help, and I walk from the guest room into my bedroom. My computer is set up on my desk and my lights are on, but I ignore them. I try to work on object summoning, as I have problems with that. I try to create a sword in my hands for dream fighting, and with my willpower I call into being an ill-defined brown colored katana. It's less vivid than the rest of the dream, but I do feel resistance as my hands grasp it and start going through some simple slashes. The blade moves with my moves, and I'm pleased with my progress. I decide to close out by flying, and I drop the sword to jump through my ceiling. There's a tremendous rush upward, a few stars in the sky, and then I wake up.

2. I'm walking home from Newport with C.W. when we run into a New Orleans-style funeral. Apparently it's being held by a guild of clowns, all dressed in white robes with red emoticon faces on them. Some are happy :-) and are playing saxophones, some are sad :-( and simply march. Some are wearing large red plastic necklaces in the shape of bananas. After walking with the procession a bit, we come across a group which is using those necklaces to play a lacrosse-type game.

Sleep. I am sitting with John, and my mother comes from a corridor with three plastic bowls: doritos, popcorn and chocolate chip muffins. John asks me if I seriously bought Magic cards.

Then I am somewhere else, and I learn that Grandma has died. I feel guilty, wishing I had not judged her so harshly.

I am at school, and the Breakfast Club is running. This surprises me, because I thought it was over for the year. Nevertheless, they are serving mini-bagels and garlic bread. I take some garlic bread and go sit at one of the benches to watch the movie, the launching of the first rocket into space (however, it is more of a racing car with rockets going along a racrtrack).

Then, I am in a bookstore (which is actually the library, I think). I am another girl, who steals an orange shirt and ends up becoming a thief. I am being chased by the police in the Saab. At one intersection, I do a U-turn that makes my wheels skid. Then, I zoom through and go down a ton of side streets. I can only think of getting to the border. Wake.

Then, I woke up at 3:15, stayed up for about 5 minutes, and tried to do a WILD. Obviously, I failed.

Sleep. I am in a restaurant in the mall (located where the photography store should be). I see Mr. Dee (who is not even one of my teachers!), and he is telling me how I did on a presentation: poorly. He gives me a rubric, and I look at the mark: 6/26. (I do not remember what each individual section of the rubric said, however). I fall backwards and hit my head on the ground, but it does not hurt.

Then, I get up and walk back to the restaurant and enter a room with a kitten. I wake it up, and then see that a computer is on. Someone is composing an email. At the other computer sits a man, who tells me that I am being quite rude and that someone is already using that computer. Oh, and that I shouldn't be reading someone else' email. I tell him that I recognized the email (even though I didn't), and then Sasha walks into the room. The kitten starts clawing me, and I run out of the room. It is still clawing me, and its scratch marks even wrote a word on the back of my right hand (which I don't remember. Pansy, maybe?).

Sometime during the computer room scene, I browse Neopets and see that they have an "Academy Awards" for certain Neopets. Such as, the most "Classic" Neopet.

At one point, I am back in the restaurant, at one of the tables. I am with Luc and Sasha, and we are going to eat dinner. The restaurant is serving hamburgers for the first time, but they are surprisingly small. I initially ask for one until I see their size.

I am at Hopedale mall with a camera, and I need to take a picture of something beautiful. However, I forgot to take a picture of the rose flower box, and when I appear at home, I am frustrated. Wake.

1. I'm on my recent girlfriend's Facebook, where I see her pictures from field school. She's shaved her head, and she's standing with an old friend from college S. T. I laugh, shut my laptop down, and head into the night. I go to a bank, where I'm trying to get a summer job. On my way in, I see the same girl, but she has a full head of hair and is wearing our green senior class shirt. She says softly to me, with a bit of worry in her eyes, "I was never here." I don't know what to say, so I pass her and enter the bank. I don't get the job, but my parents are in the bank and walk out with me. She's still there, although my parents don't seem to notice her. She affirms, "Seriously, if we somehow meet I was never here."

2. I'm at the opening game of the World Series. Joseph Stalin is opening the ceremonies with a rant about Russia's nuclear capabilities.

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

A not-so-vivid dream involving me on the computer. I only remember a very small portion of it - what was on the screen. I don't even remember where I was, or what kind of computer I was using. Maybe I could only see the screen in the dream and nothing else?

The computer screen was set to Dreamviews. I was on a thread page, and while I cannot remember the title, I had one of my own posts in the center of the screen. It looked relatively normal; the user titles and info was on the left, and the post content was on the right. My signature was missing, though, and I don't even know what was written in the comment section of my post. I had my attention on my username to the left of the post. The staff had surprised me by making me a Moderator on Dreamviews, and I was looking at my username, seeing if the processing of the change from Dream Guide to Moderator was complete. Apparently it wasn't an instantaneous change.

If someone is a Dream Guide, their username is green. If they are a Moderator, their username is blue. To indicate my account was still in the middle of processing its new status as Moderator, only two letters in my username were blue. The other letters were still green. More letters were supposed to become blue as time elapsed. Essentially, it looked like this:

Puffin

I had a dream where I was trying to keep these people 'things' at bay, while I searched something on the computer,
And then I was walking down my street, and I knew I was dreaming, so as I saw a truck pass the street I willed myself to travel towards it, but the dream faded. I then was sitting in darkness, so I attempted to visualize a dream scene around me. It was extremely dark, and I saw a boy riding a bicycle. It was one of the really really old ones, the ones that have the HUGE wheel in the front, and a tiny wheel on the back. I was going to teleport to him but, yet again, the dream faded. Again... I visualized a scene around me, but it was so foggy, that I just flew around in darkness until I woke up. (I probably should have tried to anchor myself into the dream, but I didn't. My family was stomping around in the living room, and I had vaguely heard it in the background of my dream. I guess that is what woke me up.)