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I am in my bedroom, cleaning my two betta's tanks. I put them in a cardboard box without water, and then pour water in it, on top of the fish. I put my hand in the box to keep the bettas apart, but my brother tips over the box. I get really mad, and look for the bettas to put them back in the water. But I can't find them, so I assume that they are dead.
I am running with Annie from Bratayley. She is ahead of me, and she runs through my neighbor's open garage to the trampoline. My neighbor is there, but she isn't mad, like I was afraid of. In fact, she tells us to jump on the trampoline because it reminds her of her deceased husband.
Me and some classmates are on a hike, walking over a bridge over a creek. One of them is grossed out by the water, so I jump in to show them that it's no big deal. Everyone else follows me right away. Then we start having a water fight with some of the people on the edge of the creek.
I am by my school locker and there are lots of different types of sports gear in it. I ask my locker neighbor if it is his stuff and he tells me no. I put the stuff on top of my locker and decide to just leave it there.
I am at Goodwill shopping for ice cream with my family. My mom suddenly notices the floor splitting, and she says, "I knew it!" Then I am with my Literacy teacher from last year, and I ask her if the floor was cracked like that in "the last chapter."
I walk into my elementary school's gym, and see from something on the wall that says Bratayley's amount of subscribers. I notice that it is the same amount as it was from when I checked earlier that day.
When I wake up, I eat breakfast, and then go back to bed for about twenty minutes before school. During this time, I enter directly into a dream. I am outside with my friends, but we aren't really having fun, we're just standing there doing nothing really. This next part, I have know idea if it happened while I was awake or asleep. Here's what happened. I though, "God, if you won't let me have a lucid dream, can you at least let something fun happen right now?" I then fly up off the ground, and make the people below me disappear. I start jumping around from ball sphere-like things in the sky. I then remember something I had read yesterday about why some people have difficulties flying. (They are too worried and try too hard.) Because of this, I wonder if it will work for me. I jump off one of the balls, and slowly fall, but I am not falling to the ground, It is slow and graceful.
I honestly have no idea what exactly the last dream was all about. I still can't remember if the thought, "God, if you won't let me have a lucid dream, can you at least let something fun happen right now?" was in the dream or when I was awake. But, it was an interesting experience anyways.

I'm in an old, rickety wooden house with a group of friends. Each room contains a challenge, and when that challenge has been defeated, I can spawn a new room and continue moving upwards through the never-ending attic.

The trick is that it's always hard to control groups of people. In one room, simulacra of our personal bags, backpacks and purses appear, and we all grab them by habit, wondering why they're somewhere other than where we left them (the entrance of the house.) Unfortunately, the challenge in this room is to "not steal things," and the simulacra technically aren't ours.

I figure this out, and tell everyone to put the things back and line up to ascend to the next room. Everyone moves into the area that will allow the next room to spawn—but one person didn't listen.

I'm outside, and I'm mad at husband for GM'ing a game that didn't really allow our characters a possibility of surviving. And then I realize that the scenario is kind of silly, and I'm dreaming.

There's an algae-infested lake/creek behind the old house, but I jump in regardless, willing the water to clear and breathing in deep. I swim up the creek, underwater, marvelling at the beauty of the rocks at the bed of the creek, bright green aventurine and glowing orange citrine, and I reach down to bring some with me. And I remember that I'm dreaming, and I leave the rocks be.

I reach another house up the creek, and I wander its rooms. I feel static, and I turn around with a smile, asking a question. A woman has appeared behind me, and she asks me about the old house. I tell her about it, but I know that she had something to do with the whole thing.

I had a full beard/mustache. I was trying to shave it off with my electric razor. (Strange cause IWL, despite being 19, I hardly have more than a few stray hairs on my face.)


Something to do with the boardwalk behind my subdivision. I was exploring it. Everything was overgrown, however. There were huge fern/palm trees growing. The creek (normally polluted and full of garbage) was running crystal clear. It was very foggy and somewhat dark. I also remember being very hot and being partially lucid. I think I was flying around.


I was at college. I had wanted to take this girl out to lunch after she told me about how here scholarship stopped paying her and now all of her money was going into paying for her classes and she couldn't afford her meal plan anymore.

I got distracted though. There was some kind of drawing competition where you would trace around a person and then texture their body. You were rated on the creativity of how you textured the body. I remember that my group was upset because I hadn't been there for the competition.

They had traced around the girl that I was supposed to be taking out to lunch, but the legs were very out of proportion and very small. The texture they had chosen for her body was fish scales. She then got very angry with all of us for drawing her with fish scales.

The RA came and told her that it was just an art project and was supposed to be fun, but she lost it.

There was something to do with the bottom floor of our dorm being converted to an art supply store.

There was also a complex plot about the girl that I was supposed to take to lunch. I think that her scholarship was made void by her controlling boyfriend, who was able to pull strings in order to keep this girl with him out of need, even though she would have broken up with him long ago...

I think I need to hit the autosuggestion notebook and set some proper dream goals before tonight. I think that the reason for my sludgy recall and lack of lucidity might be lack of organization and clarity. It's basically a put-good-in, get-good-out kind of thing. If I organize my thoughts in my autosuggestion notebook, then becoming lucid, recalling dreams and accomplishing goals should be much easier.

While I'm writing side notes, last week, I started a daily journal on my computer. I've heard quite a few dreamers recommend this for dream recall and clarity. So far, I have only noticed a slight improvement.

I like to use the daily journal to also track things that I would normally not track in my dream journal, but can still pertain to lucid dreaming, such as my bedtime and daily activities.

I hardly remember the beginning of this dream. I remember being in this tundra-like place, and there was a girl with me. She reached down and touched the snow and said it felt warm (since she was from Mars, and Martian winters can reach temperatures of below -200 degrees Fahrenheit at night... I learned that last night IWL).

I don't remember how, but I somehow ended up on a beach. I have no idea what happened to that girl. Anyway, I ended up finding two turtles at some point and taking them with me. I think they were painted turtles (or something similar, at least).

I started exploring and soon came across a village full of school bus houses. That is, each house was made from a school bus. Some were red, and some were blue. I don't think there were any yellow ones, though. I thought they were really cool, since I'd never seen a school bus house before.

Later, when I was outside of the village, I noticed one of the turtles was really cold, so I wrapped it in a blanket. I asked the turtles if they wanted to go back to the water, and they said yes. There was a creek nearby, so I decided to let them go there. It was really muddy, though, and I ended up getting mud up to my knees. I decided I should find some clearer water instead. The water was a bit clearer at the end of the creek (seriously, it just ended not far away... and, no, it didn't empty into anything; it just stopped), so I went there to wash the mud off my legs.

I remembered that the water was crystal clear at the beach where I had found the turtles, so I decided to go back there to release them. I woke up before I got there, though.

i stand on the American side of the America - Mexico boarder. for some reason i am fixing to cross boarder. all that stands in my way is a creek (i believe was supposed to be the Rio Grande) a standard metal fence, and a wooden platform with two guards and a scale on it, all this is on the Mexican side. (here a blank spot in my dream occurs...) the next thing i know i find myself on the platform and the two men tell me to step onto the scale and so i do, i look down at the screen and they say to tell them what it says. as i look into the LCD readout i see a skull and crossbones so i tell them "skull and crossbones" then i see a black gun and i say "steel" a white gun and i say "shoot" the black gun "steel the white gun "shoot" i look up and one of the men makes a comment in a half amused manner "man this guy is disgusting." (as my dad walks into my room at this point the dream goes black and my eyes slowly begin to open.)

Resistance and Arrest

I was running from the cops. I don't know what I did. I arrived at a school and ran in. A lot of my friends were there and my friend, Jon, was head of my security detail. The whole place was like a hidden hang out. I stayed and played pool for a while but then Jon yelled out that the cops were here and we had to get out. Everyone went to go fight but since i was priority, I exited through the back. Jon was yelling that they had tear gas. My friends were slowly losing the battle. I ran until I saw a creek. I jumped in, but it was only about knee high. I waded under a bridge and laid back so only my head was visible. I then watched some of the cops pass me by.

Rocks on the Beach (FRAG)

I was at this rock cliff side where there was a beach down below. I was with a girl that wasn't my girlfriend. We climbed our way down and started playing on the beach. I was barefoot and the rocks hurt my feet.

this one was pretty cool. it starts out in this creek, its a big creek, maybe 30-40 feet wide, and theres trees and rocks in the middle everywhere, like the creek is running right through a forest. me and a group of a few kids were going down the creek, jumping from one big rock to another, trying not to get wet. im in the lead, and i come across a rock that is flat, and the surface is just below the water. then i get a sudden memory, of coming across the same rock, and discovering that it was covered in water, and being disappointed. i jump onto the rock anyway, and continue down the creek. then theres a stretch of water between me and the shore, lined by a stone dock type structure. if i remember correctly, the creek got a lot wider, opening up into a lake. i run across the stretch of water, coming to the stone walkway, and resting on a broken stone. then i see someone coming up beside me, with a person in his arms. he lays the person in the water, a kid, and says he drowned. i look at the kid and the he releases some air bubbles, i quickly jump and get him out of the water, to try and prevent him from drowning. this was a very strange case of drowning. he was entirely conscious during the drowning, but he couldn't talk or breathe, just look at me with a "help me!" look. i start giving him CPR, and giving him mouth to mouth. it works eventually, i think. it was very weird. thats all i remember.

Girl Scouts Slumber Party

This starts weird. I'm in a public bathroom somewhere. I don't want to sit on the toilet seat so I'm straddling it, however, I'm hovering with my one foot against the wall and the other is trying to get to the side of the stall to prop me up right, but my pants are at my ankles and it's difficult. Then a little girl comes into my stall!!!

Now I'm in like the den of someone's house. I still have to go to the bathroom. So I find the bathroom here and go in. I sit on the toilet and I'm trying to go but can't. I can hear people yelling for me outside the door. Then this girl from grade school, Renee, pokes her head in the gap between the door and the floor. She is lying on top of a brown paper grocery bag. I told her she could use that as a sleeping bag. She said something about using my green girl scouts card. I said I could only think about yellowcard right now.

I'm over trying to go to the bathroom. I walk out of the bathroom and Emily says to me that while I was in there her mom made us stuff to eat. I look on the mantle over the fireplace and there is a bowl full of cinnamon rolls. I'm really excited about this. I haven't had one in a long time! I look around some more and on a table are cheese danishes. On another table is a glass jar full of what looks like peanut brittle on clear glass rectangles. Then Mallory walks by me completely naked and asks why I haven't picked something to eat yet.

Stoned With Danielle and The Creek

I'm at Danielle's apartment. We have to go somewhere so I'm looking for my clothes to put on so we can get out the door. But I'm already clothed. I find a pair of socks and put them on over top of the socks I already have one. I feel like I'm stoned. Everything feels heavy and extremely difficult to do. But I don't remember actually smoking anything. I think I stared at the coat rack for a good while until she snapped me out of it. I put on my black and white Adidas coat and went out the door. As soon as I got outside I realized that it was summer and took off my coat.

Danielle says it's so nice that she wants to go for a ride in the convertible. I ask her when she got a convertible! I was looking for her silver Acura. She jumps across this creek that is in the middle of the parking lot to get to the other side to her car. I tell her she's crazy and I'm not jumping across that creek because I'll just fall in and that would suck. Then this car pulls up and parallel parks next to the creek. Ok, maybe creek doesn't describe it well enough. It's much deeper than a creek. Like six feet deep. There's like an embankment on each side that's grassy and then the water in the middle. So this car parks and is hanging over the edge like it's going to fall in. I'm watching it and sure enough it falls right in. Then three guys get in and try to get the car out. One guy gets the entire top of the car like it's a toy race car that you can switch the tops on. He pulls it out and comes over to my side of the creek and puts it over my head so that we're both under the top of this car. I'm kind of freaked out by this because I don't know what this guy's intentions are.

Next thing I know, I'm throwing my two sheep that I sleep with out from under the car so that if we fall in the creek they won't get wet. I have no idea what happened to Danielle and why she isn't helping me. So this guy is walking too close to the edge of the creek and I feel like we're going to fall in. Like I'm on the very edge. Then everything stops and the guys acted like it was a joke. So I ran away.

Board Shorts in the Locker Room

I'm in a locker room and some girl says that I have to try on all these board shorts that someone left in there. So I do and they're all huge on she and I. She said they were some guy's and they were a size twelve. Which is weird because I wear a size ten jeans and guys shorts are in waist sizes not whatever made up sizes girl clothes come in.

There is a punk or rock band doing an interview while walking through a dense field along a small, shallow creek. I am a camera operator trying to keep up with them as they walk and talk. I follow one of the spiky haired dudes into the creek and try to keep pace without getting my camera wet. As we trudge through the creek it slowly becomes wider and at one point (and quite suddenly) deeper. The band and other camera operators disappear as the sun starts to set and I am left to struggle out of the creek alone.

I see my family's old 1986 Westfalia sitting a distance away, near the edge of a dirt road. Still soaking wet I drop the camera and get into the vehicle, where I find myself with Dad, Mom, and brother Ryan. It is dark now and we seem to drive around aimlessly. I cannot see where we are going. Ryan is doing something to annoy me (but I can't remember what) and I feel angry. We pass small towns or buildings in the dark that are adorned with lots of bright lights and decorations). We are supposed to drop Ryan off somewhere (he is to meet up with his friend James, I think) but he disappears from (or exits) the van before we find the destination.

My parents drive past a few more small, brightly lit towns and then back into the dark country side. They suddenly turn off the van's headlights and drive in the dark. I can still feel (and vaguely see) the backseat that I am sitting on, but otherwise am completely surrounded by darkness. I can no longer see or hear Mom and Dad, but I assume they are still there because I can still feel the vibration of the van moving (though I can no longer hear the vehicle's engine as well).

The darkness surrounding me feels thick and heavy and I feel like I am being suffocated.