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I am carrying a broken grandfather clock around the local town centre (albeit slightly distorted as my dreams tend to do with familiar locations), looking for clockmakers to repair it. The first one I find is closed, and the second one may or may not have been able to fix it. At no point was I at all concerned with how much it would cost to have the clock fixed.

The dream shifts, and I am visiting a castle with at least one friend. The castle has a large (at least the same width as the castle), flat, square-shaped moat surrounding it that is typically empty so that people can walk across it, but can be filled in times of danger. At present the castle is under attack, and the local army has been sent out onto the moat's surface to deal with the invaders. Someone of authority (possibly the king, possibly one of his advisors) deems the battle to be lost and decides to flood the moat, but the princess expressed concern that this would drown their own army. I venture underground into the tunnels beneath the castle, and come across the control system for the moat - a pair of large sluice gates, one which draws water from a river into the moat and one which drains it. The first gate is open and the moat is partially filled, but the progress is slow. As I head over to the control system for the second gate another group from the castle arrives, including the princess and an advisor who looks like Loki from Thor. Apparently whoever decided to flood the moat should not have done so, and the princess and I raise a stone slab from a slot in the floor which opens the second gate and drops the water, then I jump across some platforms to reach and close the first gate. The moat progressively drains (and some large stone mechanism shifts into place as it does so) and Loki-advisor refers to me as "misinformer" as it finishes - I'm not sure why, but given it's Loki it may well be a compliment of some sort. I am hailed as a hero and my friend (who now looks like Samwell Tarley from Game of Thrones) reminds me that we still need transport to our next location, presumably implying that I should request it from the castle now that I am in their favour. The dream shifts before the scene can continue.

I am entering some kind of cross between my flat kitchen and secondary school science lab to make my dinner, but the room has been commandeered for a film event of some sort. I speak to the guy setting up the event, explaining that it would take me only 15 minutes to cook my food and another 30 to eat it and clean up, but he refuses to let me make my dinner. Some of the conversation is garbled, but I make the assumption that since it is currently 11pm it is not likely the event will be over in time for me to make my dinner that night.

I am then woken up by a knock on the door.

Part one is a short one because part two is much, much more vivid. But anyways, I continue use of my MILD mantra before dozing off.

I'm watching basketball on television in a living room at what I feel like is my parents' house (I'm the only person in this dream). I'm also aware that I'm cooking something in the adjoining kitchen, so I'm not completely engrossed in the game.

In the basketball game, I know it's the Boston Celtics against the Miami Heat -- two teams that I root against. A lot of sequences involve LeBron James guarding Jason Terry (for the 99.9999% of you who don't watch the NBA, if this was a chess match, this is like watching a world-class chess player defending against a carrot), and Jason Terry is doing frustrating Jason Terry things that is frustrating because frustrating people is how frustrating Jason Terry frustrates. He's over-dribbling, driving into crowds, doing useless spins, putting up contested fadeaways... only it's all somehow fucking working. Seeing how I dislike Miami marginally more so than Boston, I root for the carrot despite my objections as a basketball fascist.

Anyways, I remember that I have a pot of broth on the stove; and when I go check, the broth is bubbling (but not going nuts). I manage the heat a little, and then I wake up.

The odd thing is, when I woke up at whatever dumb time it was, I got this overwhelming sense of melancholy about missing my parents, watching basketball, and cooking -- except that I stayed over at my parents house, watched basketball, and helped cook dinner that exact same night.

Date: Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Emotion before deaming: Calm
Emotion after dreaming: Calm--maybe a bit accomplished
Thoughts: Oh screw it, I'll try out this WILD technique tomorrow. I just wanna go to bed.
Time spent sleeping: 12:00 AM - 5:30 AM
Note: Sorry for the crap-writing in this one! I'm on the run so I can't bother to proofread it now.

I'm sitting down on the floor in the corner (as if it was Christmas time) of the trailer that looked as if it was the one that my family and I lived in back in Ucon. It's been forever since we've eaten real spaghetti and my father asks me if I would be willing to give it a try if he "cooks it right." Despite my distinct hatred for spaghetti, I agree, and then I go back to my room to look up how in the world I'm supposed to make an Iron Man costume.

(If you're curious, then the wikiHow article that I found in the dream told me that I needed a pair of red pajama pants and a shirt from some superhero that I've never heard of.)

It's fairly early in the morning and so I go outside to walk around. The sun hasn't even come up yet and so the entire world is lit with a dim reddish color that you can only find during the early hours of daylight. Nothing is strange or "off" in anyway but I'm happy, and so I think--in a joking manner, of course--that if there's a giant cat of the jungle behind me then I am definitely dreaming.

Well, amigos, guess what was behind me, pretty as a painting?

Boy, was I surprised! I hadn't even expected anything to happen, so I felt a mixture of mild excitement, mostly shock, and a dash of fear (for the love of God there's a cougar right there and it's not moving!). Without a doubt, I was dreaming. I willed myself to rise a few yards in the air and glided back and forth, reminding myself that I needed to do all that was in my power to calm down. "Don't force it--let's just watch."

And so I did. I don't really remember going back down, but my parents and I loaded up in the car for a road trip to Illinois. My mother tells me that she had never gone that way, "but she should have." Curious and interested in seeing some "lucid crap," I ask my father if he can turn the car into a bus. He tells me that yes, that was possible, but he would need to speed up in order for it to work. I watch as the speedometer rocketed all the way up to 160, but I knew that we were only going forty at least. I told him as much and he makes it look like he's going to turn the car into a bus then, but instead we just stop.

Mama's parents were in Illinois. The two of them, along with my parents, sat around talking about relationships. My father said that he had always thought that "separate marriage was a good thing," and my grandparents said that Nickson had said (in regard to one of the relationships--either my parents' or my grandparents) "I'll take it." In the dream, this meant that he wanted to see me.

Towards the end I was starting to want to get out of there and explore the dreamscape, and so I found steak and some other vegetable. I wanted to preserve the food and so I picked up two cylinder blocks and willed them to enlarge and merge. "I have the power!" I shouthed. Well, at least they got bigger. . . .

I felt myself drifting apart, the world getting dark, and for a second I wanted to hold on to my lucidity; then I realized that I was waking up and, with a sort of resigned accomplishment, opened my eyes.

I had tickets to an NFL game, I think it was the Broncos/Eagles because of the colors of their uniforms but I'm not sure. I didn't have a car so I had to walk to the game, and I realized I was late and I would never make it in time. I was walking down a single road in the middle of the desert with nothing around for miles, but then I saw a sign on the side of the road that said "Helicopter Stop" and one of the Broncos players was standing there waiting. I asked him what he was doing and he said this was where the helicopter stops to pick up people to bring to the stadium, and that he was late so the helicopter would get him there faster. I stood there waiting with him since I was also late. As we waited, he pointed off at a billboard for Bojangle's advertising meatless chicken nuggets, and he said he was a vegetarian and started to tell me how most of the players on his team were also vegetarians and how the other teams always made fun of them. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a bag of the meatless chicken nuggets and we tried them together. Neither of us could tell that they weren't made of real meat. The helicopter finally arrived and was unable to land for some reason, so it dropped down a ladder to us that we had to climb up. Once we were seated, I noticed that there were a few Eagles players sitting across from us, and the woman driving the chopper was a crazy-looking person with frizzy hair who had a big oven in the front by the controls. She was cooking a whole turkey in the oven and it smelled delicious. The Eagles players started making fun of the Broncos guy for being a vegetarian, so I had a great idea. I pulled out the meatless chicken nuggets and gave them to the Eagles guys and told them they were regular chicken, then when they ate them and commented on how delicious they were, Broncos guy and I laughed and told them they were vegan nuggets and they were made of tofu! Then the Eagles felt bad for making fun of Broncos guy because they didn't realize that tofu tasted good. The woman driving the chopper screamed and said that the smell of our chicken food was causing her turkey to not cook right, and she reached into the oven and attempted to save the turkey, but she'd let go of the controls to do so and we all went crashing into the ground.

I was digging through a bunch of my old boxes from when I was a kid, and found a box of Beanie Babies. I got all excited because I remembered how much I loved them and they brought back a lot of memories, like going to McDonald's more times than I should have to get the mini Beanies. As I dug further I found a collection of Hot Wheels cars, and was surprised because I don't remember ever collecting Hot Wheels. There were some still in the packaging, and some weird ones that were very tiny, so I looked them all up online to see how much they were worth. After looking them up, I decided to keep them and to add to my collection, so I went to Target to buy some Hot Wheels cars. When I got there, a guy standing near the toy section told me I wouldn't find any there because all Target had were Matchbox cars and that I should go to Toys-R-Us, so I went there instead and bought a cart full of Hot Wheels cars. I went home that day with about two hundred new car toys.

A dream I don't remember anything about, just that I was in a forest dashing between some trees, and then later I climbed a huge spiral staircase with ornate columns all along it.

(This is from September 17.)

I was attending some kind of UFO/conspiracy convention with Cory. There were lots of people dressed as aliens and stuff, and just general alien items everywhere. It was kind of embarrassing for me, because even though I wanted to be there, I didn't want him to think I was some kind of crazy conspiracy nut. So when we were sitting together at this long lunchroom-type table with a bunch of other people, I would whisper to the others around me so Cory couldn't hear what I was saying. I remember telling a guy next to me, who said he was an alien from Orion, that I wanted to get the Pleiades tattooed on my stomach. Then one of the convention leaders put out a stack of pamphlets about a Bigfoot-like pig creature, and we all went up and looked over the pamphlet. After a while, Gordon Ramsey appeared and had a small MasterChef-style competition right there at the convention. Cory and I joined. We had to do a tag team thing, and I decided to give Cory the moose meat because Gordon said it only had to be cooked a few seconds, so I assumed we could do that easily. Cory didn't hear him about the cooking time and left the meat in the oven during his turn. Then when my turn came around I raced to pull it out of the oven before it overcooked, I was so into it that I even grabbed the pan out of the oven with nothing but a towel and endured the heat, even though normally I can't get near an open oven because of heat intolerance. Unfortunately, it was too late, and the moose meat started dissolving before my eyes, and we lost because we had no dish since the meat completely evaporated into the air.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some game, in some garden area, it was huge. I was giving commands to some creatures and had wings, we were searching for something. It was confusing since place had alot of small pits and corners to check and there was some area that was like forest of vertical tubes. Also there were some enemies that we had to deal with, including some red energy cloud things.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was some event where various celebrities were getting together, but secretly there was a factory hidden that was turning them into something after going through some brutal process.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was going through some set of corridors and rooms and then found some cooking 'side quest' and decided to do it.

In this dream I wanted to study at Oxford University in England. I was told that I could rent an apartment, but to do that I would need to do all the cooking around 1am. At first I thought this was due to my academic schedule, but no, then I discovered I had misunderstood, and I always could cook, but it was recommended that I do it within 25 hours.

I was shocked by how small a village Oxford was. (Now in waking life I have been to Oxford as a tourist, and it most definitely is not a small village.) In my dream, I could walk from one end of the village to the other easily, and that was good because I was supposed to be a priest at St. John's church which was at the opposite end of the village, and I could walk there. I found out that an important member of the congregation had died, and I wrote to the bishop to enquire whether I could hold a simple funeral service, and was reprimanded in the letter back that for such important people the funeral had to be lavish.

Meanwhile returning to food and cooking, I discovered that there was not a grocery store in Oxford, too small a village for that. So one had to go to the next town over to the store.

In other news, I now was not going to be a priest after all! I was applying for a job as a research assistant. Now luckily this was just a non-lucid dream because few people in waking life ever get a job by explaining that the research of the professor in question does not really interest me, but I can do the job.

Ultimately though I decided that it may be too dangerous to go to Oxford after all, because war was coming. I knew that war was coming because people were arguing more than usual. I thought that maybe I could prevent war from starting in Oxford (how???) but that I was not going to be able to do it nationwide, and thus it might be too dangerous to be there after all. I should go back to the US instead.

Incidentally, this was not my first dream in which I thought war was coming and that thus it would be safer to stay in the US. I appear not to have noticed that I was single without kids and probably significantly younger than in waking life.

[This is the second time I've gone to sleep and remembered a few dream fragments. It's good that I'm remember bits of so many dreams but I'd be more satisfied if I could remember whole dreams. ]

1) Faye is concerned about something, but I can't remember what it is. It looks as if though the setting is my old school UMS, and she takes me to one of the bathrooms. I remember that there are showers in there, though, which there definitely aren't in real life.

2) This setting was back in Ucon in the first trailer that my family lived in. The neighbors behind us were the children that live around where we live in now, though. I remember that we had a porch with an awning above, and that is an addition.

For whatever reason, I was trying to bake cookies. My mother took over, though, and spent the entire dream (about two days) baking. I once asked why she kept doing it and she told me it was because she liked decorating.

At night my dad went outside to take out the trash. It was a weekend and the two of them didn't have any alcohol to drink so my mother asked me what he seemed like to me. "Great," I replied, though that was more of my attitude towards the scenario than what I thought he was feeling. As I was going into the bathroom he came in from the back door. I'm not sure what he said, but I think it was something along the lines of "I'm not a chump."

The next day the children behind us were being extremely loud. It was hard for me to think and my mother couldn't concentrate on baking so she asked me to go out and tell them to quiet down (which I was doing anyway). As I got out there they were all starting to pile into a European van (the driver's side was on the right rather than the left) and a woman (brown hair, looked to be in her thirties) was the one driving. I leaned in the passenger's side and prepared to tell the children to shut up, but I couldn't spit the words out. The woman started reversing and I stumbled a bit. "Climb on in," she said, but I refused. I turned around to go back inside instead.

3) Jeff, Bart and I were out hunting in the woods. The sun was peeking out through some of the trees and so if I had to guess it was in the afternoon. I'm not sure what we were hunting, but I know it wasn't animals. The three of us climbed up a hill and passed some other guys and eventually we got to a log cabin.

4) [Here it is, the "maybe lucid." The reason I don't know if I knew that I was dreaming or not is because my thought process resembled what it is when I'm lucid, but I don't actually remember ever thinking "I'm lucid, this is a dream, I can do whatever I want." Whether it was a lucid or not, however, I did execute a fair amount of dream control.]

There was some sort of war going on. Some man--a captain--was being controlled by me. I made him do "something" and I also made him quit to become an average citizen. He told me that if I didn't want to practice martial arts then I could always do some kind of fighting style that resembled that of a cat. I already knew this and thought about Yugito Nii of Naruto.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes.

Ghost Hunters: I Was in a town. This old man found me and i got to join this team of like teens my age, it was a team of like 4 people including me. We were a secret organization.
The old man then sent us out in teams of 2 to go and catch Two ghosts or something similar. This one ends with me and this other girl running into the castle and accidentally like destroying part of it xD.

Cook Challenge: I remember getting into a cooking competition with a friend. I don't think i won xD

Knights: These knights gathered in my backyard and starting like waging war. I'm not really sure what they were fighting over but meh...

Lucid #6: This might have been at the end of the knights dream, im not sure. But i'm on my farm, and i realize i'm dreaming, but everything oddly goes to black and i can't see. Don't know if this is because i'm waking up or because i got lucid and messed it up. Either way, this was a pretty bad lucid dream xD , the last one was really successful compared to this occasion.

12-26-2012 -- [This one is interesting to me mostly because of just how much it is all over the place. It goes anywhere and everywhere ... heck of a lot of different scenes for one little dream. Unfortunately as so often, the first part is mostly gone.]

Starts out with a combination of military stuff and Harry Potter bits. I am Harry Potter, fighting off Voldemort with the help of the military. There are bits of military police, chases, guns, and faking my death, while trying to gather weapons to aid with the fighting. Lots of chasing, and some long, neat scenes that are almost entirely gone, unfortunately. And all taking part in what is turning into Boisseranc Park.

Soon I find we are exiting the park on the center road [in real life, there is only one road into the park, on the 'west' side of the property, but the road we're on is one that doesn't exist about midway between the real road and the handball courts.] As we're exiting, we have to pass through a security check point, and I am hoping the guns we have on our persons are hidden well enough to not trigger all the alarms and things. But we go through without problems.

We're in mom's green car [mom never had a green car, nor have I], just about to pass a building and turn out on the road, and mom points it out and mentions that it is Fred and George's new building, and I just lose it. For the last ten days she has pointed this out each time we drive by it [never mind this is the first time I've dreamed this] and I'm tired of it, so I get really insulting and snippy. Really obnoxious, and I feel kind of bad about it even in the dream.

Soon we're in Smith's Food King, doing some shopping, and after how I blew up, I'm afraid to try and add anything to the shopping cart because I think she is still angry at me ... but I can't resist it when I come across a couple of packages of Sanderson Farms chickens wings at .49 cents a pound, and a BOGO deal. Somebody else is commenting on it to me in an insulting way, but I just tell them it is a really good deal, and I am jumping on it!

Soon I am somewhere, probably in Florida, cooking up the wings, and there is no mom here, anymore. I am now an adult, and mom has turned into an attractive young lady who is either a partner or girlfriend. I am deep frying the wings in a fryer, and our boss comes by and is making a lot of comments about not over-cooking the chicken, so I cook it a lot less than I normally would. When I take them out of the fryer, the gal with me carries them over to our bosses car, which seems to be on a stakeout. We soon see them cooking the wings in the car, and griping about their joke backfiring. It seems they told us to cook them less as a joke, not realizing we were going to give the wings to them.

Soon we're walking along a chain-link fence, talking about the national economy, job market, politics, and how it all affects local crime, as I find myself approaching a kind of strip mall with a lot of storefronts in it, and a slight curve to the property. I am walking toward one that seems to be a Doctors office on the side, almost at closing time. There seem to be three other people walking up at the same time, and I am hoping that isn't going to mean I need to wait forever.

Thankfully the wait isn't too long, and I soon find myself buying either some real estate, or a cell phone, I'm not really sure which. They have a long contract which I am going through and reading, and there are several lines where I need to sign, some where I need to initial, and some where I need to enter in a property address or cellular number or something. But I am being given the contract and am supposed to take it home to fill in the last bit, before turning it in.

Soon I find myself at a cross between a restaurant and a nightclub being taught to sing by Mark and Luralee, in a setting that is slightly Karaoke-like, but really more profession. They are singing parts of songs, and expecting me to take over for other parts, and when I reach just the right point, I am belting out the last few lines as well, and as powerfully as Luralee used to do at Preston's. I am amazed, and figure I must have gotten over my voice problem! [Actually, I don't think Luralee sang that one. I think that one was one that Claudia did, later.]

6:35 am

We were cooking noodles or barbecue. I think the woman doctor is the one teaching us to cook. She's kinda Latino or at least South Asian. Probably South American?

We were waiting for the dino eggs to hatch. We were riding a truck.

People were drinking outside the street, near a bar. JM is back from the states. He has long, curly hair. There are other friends around. There were Bailey's and vodka, but I avoided alcohol.

Dream 1

Some guy was sitting at a concert, I think a rock festival. Another guy walked towards this man, and pulled a long slice of French Bread, and told the guy with a very serious voice "It's the safest place to go in the morning" and suddenly the scene changed to me climbing up a mountain from the game Minecraft.

Dream 2

My mother and step-dad was playing a zombie game downstairs in our living room, I think it was on Nintendo Wii, but it might have been an Xbox 360. I looked at the screen, which was kind of blocked by an ironing board, it showed a first-person shooter where you shoot zombies using only machine guns. Once the game was finished, it popped up on the screen claiming my mother had unlocked 'cooking mode' for her game. I asked her what the hell it meant, and she told me that it was because the characters were told they couldn't cook, and instead she was going to unlock golfing mode instead.

(This made no sense at all, what the hell?)

I had a dream fragment where I was making pancakes in a restaurant as a short order cook.

I was in the car with my mother and sister. My sister had missed the bus and needed a ride to school, as we were on the way to drop her off, I realized my mother never drives this fast and recklessly. I did not realize I was dreaming. We made it to the school, though it looked more like an organization, with multiple parking levels. I went inside with my sister, and realized we were at the middle school. She goes to high school. The dream transitioned to what looked like a mix between my old house and my grandparents house. People were in the living room watching tv, and I was in the kitchen watching maids cook breakfast. They were making waffles, I wanted to try one. I found myself eating a sample of beef stroganoff, I could taste the different ingredients rich against my tongue. Then I woke up.

03.09.2012

Weird Cooking, Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh! fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a nap, and then ended up sleeping for another 1-2 hours.

Dream 1: Weird Cooking

I was sitting somewhere with someone, and we're doing some really odd cooking methods.

There's this fairly huge glass jar, and we mix all sorts of things in it. I couldn't even make out any of the ingredients we were using, but me and this DC that looked like Aaron that I knew in real life were just adding stuff.

Then I started to use some object to stir the stuff inside this glass jar, and then the dream shifts to where that same stuff makes waffles.

The waffles are kind of huge, and they land on the floor. I tell Aaron to help me quickly pick up these abnormal sized waffles, but I don't think he's even there. I get pissed off at him, and then some DC that looks like my mother comes out.

She tells me that there was food prepared already, and she looked mad at me being mad at this Aaron DC. I get worried for some reason because I was thinking about how my father would get mad.

So much for RCing....

Dream 2: Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh! fragment

There's an anime environment panning over to get more details from the left, and there's some kind of blast on some building. I hear Kaiba's voice say something about how one person didn't give him a chance to do something.