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New Digs (8:33)

I'm exploring an outdoor area in a game. There are shiny, giant river rocks buried in the dirt. One of them you can pick up and add to your inventory; the rocks are worth something. It surprises me that there are so many other rocks available--if they make it that easy to make money, inflation will skyrocket. I'm still contemplating the patch of ground when someone else comes by and tries to pick up another rock, a differently colored one. It doesn't work. I laugh and point out that the rock is much bigger than it looks. Together we brush off some of the dirt to see that it's far to big to pick up and add to your inventory. Ah, so that's how the game developers solved it.

Later, I brush off some more dirt, and two beer canisters come rolling out from where they were buried. These canisters are three or four feet long and about as wide around as a typical beer bottle. They must have been left behind by the previous campers. Well, they're ours now, and I'm sure we'll make good use of them.

Still later, I'm looking around the cabin with my new roommates. I remember the beer canisters and I go back to where I found them, in a corner of the room. I find two more canisters, and soon after, I find the original ones, as well. I distribute them to people around the house, then wonder whether it may have been a mistake to break out the alcohol so soon. Another girl is giving me a worried look that says she's wondering the same thing, so I try to reassure her (and myself) that it'll be fine.

I declare to my friends that I believe I've "met the room." You see, I've been feeling stressed and out of sorts, and I think it's probably just from the change of circumstances to this new home. Now that I've had a look around it, I have a much clearer idea of where everything is, and hopefully I'll start feeling more comfortable. But as soon as I say so, I realize that I'm still not clear on a lot of the details. I take another look at the cabinets around the walls, opening them one at a time to see what's inside. Some of them might be wardrobes for my roommates, and I avoid those, because looking in there would be a bit rude. When I get to the kitchen, I'm surprised to find that the cabinet directly above the sink is not actually a cabinet at all. When you open the door, you just see a space between the two neighboring cabinets, and a little triangle where the roof comes together at an angle. Not very well-insulated, to be sure, but it's attractive in a rustic kind of way.

I take a look at our computer network. The operating system is basically just a UNIX shell with a blocky monospace font. Somehow I find myself in the directory of my onetime girlfriend (who's one of my new roommates), and I notice that she has folders named "SAIL," "Manchester," etc. [These are videos made by "Nanalew" on YouTube. Obviously I've never met her, but somehow my mind conflated her with my old girlfriend.] It's cool, somehow, seeing those directory names. It somehow invokes the idea of working hard to make something really cool.

I feel like I should get to work on my homework assignments soon. I know I have them, and it's not an overwhelming amount of work, but I've been chilling out and doing peripheral things for so long that I might be in trouble if I don't get started soon. I'm feeling a bit stressed, which makes me sad, because, of course, my current life goal is not to feel stressed. I go back into the main room and tell my old girlfriend about it. She sympathizes, and she recommends that I take a "two-thousand word nap."

"A what?" I ask. She explains that it's some bad advice that she read somewhere about what to do when you're stressed about homework. I suppose a two-thousand word nap must be between five and ten minutes, and the reason it's bad advice is because when you're up at four a.m. to finish a paper, if you go to sleep at all, you might not wake up again before morning.

While she's looking the other way, I contemplate how lucky it is that she's sort of back in my life again. I wonder if she'll be at all interested in cuddling when we're doing homework together, or what have you. I'm pretty sure everyone would agree that cuddling is better than not cuddling, but maybe she would want to avoid it because it would make it seem like we're dating again.

I go into another room of the house, where there's swing music playing. Nobody's there except one woman, who shows me a new move called the "Haymitch" [or something like that]. I have no idea if I'm doing it right, but it seems to involve standing shoulder-to-shoulder and pointing with your outside hands. I decide that's enough of that and take my leave to go to another part of the room. On a whim, I dance a bit by doing a hopping move for four beats in a row. Afterwards, I feel it went surprisingly smoothly. Maybe I would actually be good at swing dancing.

Date Reservation (LUCID)

As I walk past the front desk of a cafe, I see a high school classmate whom I've always thought quite attractive. I haven't talked to her in a long time, but unfortunately I'm busy. So when we make eye contact, I only say "Hi!" and indicate that I don't have time to talk. A few steps later, though, I regret it. It seems really rude to pass up the chance to catch up with an old acquaintance. I wish I was in the sort of world where I could just walk up and cuddle with people and no one would care. But wait, I am! I'm dreaming! I don't even bother with a reality check before I turn around and walk back towards her.

Hesitantly, I sidle up to her and put my arm around her waist. Her shirt feels like it's made of some kind of silky fabric. Her only reaction to this seems to be resignation; she continues talking with the front desk clerk, with occasionally a few words for me. I stare at her eyes. They're pretty, and I think green, but it's like looking at a picture. Nothing moves much, and I can't read anything from her face. Eventually she says, "Come on, our table's this way." I guess she's done arranging things with the clerk.

We have a circular table right next to a window. Every other table in the cafe has a dark surface, but ours is quartered in primary colors: one quadrant red, one green, one yellow, one blue. "Of course," I groan. Of course our table would be singled out in the most gaudy way possible. And when we get nearer, I see that my chair is covered in crumbs and other meal residue. Ugh. "Well," I say, "the only thing to do is wipe it off." We commence using our hands to brush the crumbs onto the floor. It takes a while. [Clearly I wasn't very lucid by this point.]

Meanwhile, the girl is giving me a few warnings. She says, "If this is about Uncle Bill, please don't be too awkward about it." Somehow she's romantically involved with him, I guess? It's become clear she's rather uncomfortable with the whole situation, and I'm starting to get uncomfortable, too. I wonder if maybe I should try to do some other dream goals, like swimming beneath the ocean. Maybe I could take her with me; she might like that. I ask, "Do you . . . want to go . . . somewhere else, after this?" But whatever her answer, I wake up a few moments later.

Insomnia

Spoiler for Insomnia:

[After waking from that last dream, I tried to picture it in my mind as I fell back asleep. But that only made it harder for me to fall back asleep, I think. I don't remember when I finally dropped off, but this next dream was probably inspired by those feelings of frustration.]

It's almost dawn, but I'm still awake. I woke up a while ago from a dream and I haven't been able to get back to sleep. I'm using the computer. Watching videos. Mostly porn. One of the "related videos" on the side has a title that starts with "OMG OMG OMG" and I'm very tempted to click it, before I realize that's exactly what the title's intended to do. The video's probably really stupid. I must be really tired, if I almost fell for that one. I don't watch it.

Later, I find a porn video whose title includes the name of one of my high school crushes. And the thumbnail even looks like her. I'm intrigued, so I watch it. It's kind of sexy, although she never takes off any underwear. I probably should have expected that. She was pretty classy when I knew her.

I look out the window and see one of my roommates coming up the driveway on a motorcycle. Huh. I hadn't realized he wasn't home. It's almost seven, so he must just be coming to grab his stuff before going to class. It's a school day. I suppose he slept at some girl's place last night. I'm a bit jealous.

I look back at the video. Surprisingly, now her bra is on backwards, although it has a wide strap. I hadn't noticed that, the first time through. She takes it off entirely--that takes a moment to register--then turns around and leans over. I lean closer to investigate, but a moment later I wake up. (Messily.)

House of Spirits

I'm playing a game where you live in a house with a bunch of spirits. Most of the spirits are evil, so you have to fight them. It's multiplayer, and there are a few other people in the house with me right now. We're going through the rooms trying to roust all of the evil spirits so that none of them will surprise us in our sleep. Usually they don't wake up if you just walk through the room, but they will if you say anything aloud.

While sort of alone in one wing, I accidentally talk to myself, and a spirit starts to coalesce out of the air. Oops. He offers to duel with me, and he even offers to let me use a pretty nice weapon (like a crowbar or something). That's much better than the weapons this game usually lets you use, so this sounds good to me. But spirits can be tricky, so I ask him what his own weapons will be. "Oh, just this metal letter opener and [some other sharp household implement]," he replies. Then he attacks, before I have a chance to realize that his weapons are much more dangerous than mine.

We battle through hallways and rooms. Some other people see us and shout and point, and try to come to assist me. In the end, we defeat the spirit. The rest of the group continues looking for other spirits, but I suddenly realize how silly all of this is. Ghosts aren't real, and I'm tired. I just want to go to bed. My dad sees me abandoning the hunt and starts arguing with me. In response, I try to explain to him that this house isn't even real. It's virtual. Not worth worrying about, see?

Don't Forget Anything

I'm packing up my bags and storing everything into boxes. I don't leave until tomorrow, but I'd like to get mostly packed by tonight. I'm half awake as this is going on, and I think I should probably wake up and write down this dream. But at the same time I need to stay asleep until I'm done packing, or else I might forget to pack something. I'm almost done, so it shouldn't take long.

A Rude Guest

I'm packing up my bags and boxes and leaving them in the front hall, for now. I've been staying at the house of a family I don't know too well, and tomorrow will be the day I leave. I look at the clock and suddenly realize that I have to leave for work. (I work evenings.) There's no time for me to move my bags out of the hallway; I'll have to leave them there. It's a pretty rude thing to do, but I hope they'll understand.

I work in an office building with lots of glass windows, where I talk with other people about something related to computers.

When I get back to the house, most of my bags are gone, and the family is back home. I manage to locate a couple of them, but there's no sign of my viola anywhere. When I ask the family where everything went, one of the daughters leads me out to the front yard. She pulls up a corner of sod in the lawn to reveal a big pit underneath, which has been stuffed full of my bags. I still don't see my viola, but the girl assures me that it's there, somewhere on the bottom of the pile. I contemplate this for a few moments. Why'd it happen? Then I turn to the father, who's standing between me and the front door, and I apologize for having left all of my bags in the front hall. From the man's reply, I can tell that it really did annoy him, and he's glad I'm moving out soon. Apparently both myself and the other person who's staying here have been rather rude houseguests ever since we got here.

Sublet

I'm packing up my bags and boxes at my housemate "Charlie"'s apartment. My sublet is over, and it's time to go back home. I live in the same town, so I don't have far to go, but it will still be a logistical nightmare getting all of these boxes across town. Mom's agreed to pick me up with a car, though, so for now I only need to worry about getting everything outside.

Now, I have a lot of cardboard boxes, but I'm hoping that I won't need to use all of them. Even if I don't fill all of them, I'll still feel like I own way too much stuff. But every time I think I'm done packing, I look around the room to discover that there's something I've forgotten to pack. Once, Charlie takes out a couple bottles from his cupboard and offers one each to his roommate "Sam" and myself. They're leftover vodka, not terrible but not particularly good, and he's trying to get rid of them. I accept, curious but unsure if I'll ever actually use it.

I carry down my viola first, leaving it on the sidewalk near the front doorstep. Obviously I'm worried that someone will steal it, but given that this whole thing is already such a hassle, I think I just have to take the risk. When I go back upstairs, Charlie offers to help carry down some boxes and suitcases. As he's picking them up, I discover some more loose items on the floor, and I quickly toss them through a gap in the suitcases Charlie's chosen. He looks at me funny, but he doesn't say anything. Anyway, I grab some suitcases of my own, and we head downstairs. Someone's been doing some deep cleaning in the apartment, so some of the floors are damp.

My vision is blocked by the things I'm carrying, and on the ground floor I bump into a rolling suitcase that someone is carrying across the room. I take a quick hop to get over the suitcase and keep my balance, and miraculously I don't fall. The person--a girl--laughs and compliments me on my reflexes. Shifting around some of the boxes I'm carrying, I manage to peek through a gap to identify her as "Savannah," one of my old high school crushes. Delightedly, I say hi, and we chat for a bit on our way out the door.

Once outside, I remember my viola, and I decide I should hurry to see if it's still there. I start speedwalking down the street. Savannah thinks it's a race, and she rushes past me. Soon we're all running. I notice that I'm only carrying a couple shopping bags, while Charlie's arms are overloaded with boxes. I feel a bit bad for abusing his helpfulness so much. But there's no time to worry about that now. We run around a few street corners and past an empty lot piled high with dirt (at which point I cut a corner and pass Savannah, woot!) before reaching the street where I left my viola. It's not there. I feel a jolt of despair and anger before turning around to see that it's been moved to the top of a short staircase across the street. My mom left a note on the case. She says something about a whistle and warns me to be more careful about my viola. I still don't see how I could have done it any more safely, though, unless maybe by bringing out my viola last, rather than first. Hmmm. I guess that would've been smarter.

Exploring
I remember being with my friend, S, and we were going exploring I think. A couple of boys she knew were going to come with us. They were playing football or something while we were walking. S and I started running ahead, to this place in a forest. I started running really fast, but not as much as I wanted to.

Once S and I reached a certain point, one of the guys had already beaten me, and was now smiling at me like it was nothing. I laughed, but was a bit embarrassed.

We walked for a while through the forest. I’m not sure what we were looking for, though. After a while, it started turning into more rocky parts. Then we were under some sort of cave with vines hanging down everywhere.

S got lost from us, so we were looking for her. I can’t remember much of what happened, but we split up and I was with the guy that had beaten me at running. Now that I looked at him, he was kind of cute.

We eventually found her with some weird animal.

Bombs? Really?
I was with a guy I had a crush on I guess. I forgot what we were supposed to do, I just know that we had to get to my house. Along the way, we “teleported” into several houses that looked exactly like mine, and looking outside to see which one was my real house. They were side by side each other, down the street. I don’t know why.

Finally, we teleported into another one. I looked out of the window.
“Look, there’s a hill or wall thing.” I pointed. There was what looked like a tall mound of grass almost blocking my window. Our deck was gone, though.
The boy walked outside and I followed. I saw the familiar house beyond ours on a hill.
“Yep. This is my house.” I said.

We walked a little more out. All of a sudden, we looked up on top of the far hill by the trees and saw what looked like a pirate ship just sitting there.
I heard voices, concluding that there were actually people on there!

Then I heard a man yell in a pirate-like voice:
“We’re gonna bomb ya, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do ‘bout it!”

I looked to my crush. “Oh no.” I breathed. “Get inside!”
As soon as we got in, the first bomb was fired from their cannon. Since they were far away, it wasn’t even close to reaching the house. Looking out the window, I saw the pirate ship moving forward slowly.

“We don’t have much time!” I yelled.
Looking up at the fireplace mantle, I saw a rectangular TV that showed the pirate ship outside and how close it was to the house.

The boy went outside, trying to confront the “pirates”.
I didn’t want him to, but he didn’t listen to me.

I heard a loud knocking on my door. I ran to the door, and opened it. I found four of my neighbors. One man was carrying a pistol, and another carried one that looked like a machine gun. I quickly hurried them inside along with their wives.

“You need to get to the basement, quick!” I urged. I heard more bombs going off in the distance.

The women were almost in tears, hanging on to their husbands for support. The older man was talking to me about something, but I couldn’t hear him over the bombs exploding.

I turned to the mantle and my mom was now standing there watching the TV. I walked over to her. Then I turned back to the couples and tried to get them to put their guns away and go to the basement for safety.

As soon as I turned back around, a bomb went off, and it blew up the camera’s screen, so we could no longer see very well on the TV. With that same bomb, my crush was hurtled at the window.

I woke up.

This was a small dream. I was not Lucid (I've never been before), but I remember it quite well. I was with a girl I like, we'll call her Emily as an alias, and we were lying down and talking about something. I only remember this bit of our conversation:

Her: "I masturbate you know"

Me: "What?"

Her: "Yeah, but I've never had an...." as if she can't recall the word " an.... an asm"

Me: "Ummm.... you mean orgasm?" nervous to say such an odd thing.

Her: "Yeah, that's it! An orgasm!"

That's all I remember, a strange dream isn't it? Oddly enough she wasn't at school today. Maybe she was.......uh.....no.

Okay it was me and my friend Keke I think. Not sure. We had these businesses and we decided to team up. Then the neighbors down the road yelled something about their sign being better or something so I went inside to make a sign. I don't think I ever did because the dream switched. I was hanging out with...um... let's call him Eli.
*cough cough* We were all at this beach/playground thing. I had my video camera with me. We were hanging out and stuff and then this person offered some other girl for us to give her a tour. I started to set off but realized that Eli and her wanted to go together without me. So yeah they went off and I was alone. I started looking at the videos. There was one of Eli but he looked a bit younger. Then I started writing in my journal and realized Eli would probably try to read it when he came back. So I looked around and found a fence where I could sit with my back to it so he couldn't see the words. I went over to it and noticed that the sand kind of formed a pitfall/dune thing by it so I couldn't sit there. A group of girls and my friend Caleb came over and checked it out too. I somehow found myself in a hallway at school and sat on a bench and wrote there instead for a bit. Then I saw Eli coming and quickly decided to run for it and avoid him.

My review:
Okay so the business thing was fun. I'm not sure if it was Keke or someone else though. And I REALLY wish I could remember the name we'd come up with because it was cool. As far as hanging out with "Eli" if u haven't noticed he's kind of my crush (IT'S NOT AN OBSESSION!... ...OKAY MAYBE IT IS I DON'T CARE!) and I will never date him in real life because he's out of my league. So just a warning; if you plan on reading my dreams where my subconcious has all the control and I can not help if he's in the dream or not; he's gonna be in this a lot. Heck, maybe if I get bored I'll turn him into a "character" and make him do reviews too. Idk. So yeah long story short I barely ever talk to him, more this year than ever before, and I have no chance with him in this world. Last thing strange about this dream. I was trying to avoid him? Jeez, I know that doesn't work by now! Seriously.

Bye dudes and chicks, sorry you had to live through my teenage dreams (QUOTE! )

I pulled an all-nighter on the 17th, so I didn't do a dream journal entry. This night, I was planning on just taking a break, but I felt I needed to write down this dream. I had other dreams, but this one stood out.

I'm probably missing a few details, but this is the general gist of it.

The dream started out, and I was this character in a TV show. I'm pretty sure I was Robert DeNiro. The dream started in the middle of the show, so I didn't know what was going on. This black guy, who I think was my partner, was standing next to me, and we were talking to this guy in front of us, who was supposed to be giving us orders or something. We were in this well-lit room with blue pipes all around. Anyway, the guy giving us orders said, "So then, we gotta go after him, and beat him up." I interrupted him with, "I'm sorry, who's 'him'? I just got here, so I don't know the plot or what's going on." He specified that it was just this guy who we needed to beat up. I wasn't okay with that. So then we're walking through the halls of my school, which is like a mix between my high school and my elementary school, and I'm trying to avoid this group I'm supposed to be with to beat up the guy. My dream cut to a shot of them beating up this random guy, and he was pinned down in this circle they formed. I knew I was breaking this HUGE rule by not helping them, so I was getting a little scared. While avoiding them and trying to get away, I ran into Kate in the hall. She was confused and I was a little distraught so I began explaining to her, "Look, I was watching this show, and then I was in the show, but my character was having this dream where he was watching the show too, so we both didn't know what was going on, but now I'm not with them, and I'm supposed to be and they might come after me and so we probably need to hide." At this point I wasn't DeNiro anymore. But anyway, we go to this room and we build these large, wooden, towering platforms, which were layered on top of each other. The entrance to the room we were in was down a flight of stairs and through a door. I knew we weren't hidden very well. The room itself was too large to be inside any building, and instead of a ceiling, you could see the night sky through these branches and leaves. There were stacks and stacks of random objects and items (TV's, paint cans, old furniture, wooden scraps) off to the right, and there was a large, pink/violet, window to the left which seemed to be a shimmering, physical embodiment of magic. The platforms we built were very tall, and we hid on the top one. We had all of these bags of money, and we spread them around the top platform with us, and our plan was that if they entered the room to look for us, we would lay down flat on the platform, and for some reason this was supposed to make us hidden.

Anyway, we stayed hidden on that platform for a few days, although the sky remained night. Over the course of the days, Kate and I stayed mostly silent towards each other, although there was this strange, emotional connection between us that I wouldn't describe as love or friendship, but they are the first words that come to mind. Really, it felt like a pure feeling of familiarity, or just a "knowing" feeling. At the same time it felt like she was rejecting a love that I didn't even have for her. Better put, we knew that we were going to die, and because of this, we felt closer, although we didn't love each other. This feeling seemed to alternate with an unrequited love feeling. It was very strange. As the days passed, Kate and I got intimate a few times, perhaps out of boredom, and there was always a sense of doom in the air, as if I was just waiting for them to find us and kill us. I was sad and a little worried, but I knew there was nothing we could do about it. This is what was going to happen, no buts about it. Sometimes, it seemed like I knew this wasn't going to end well, but as far as she was concerned, things weren't that bad. Kate seemed unhappy for the whole time we stayed on that platform, and while there were times where we would just lay down, her head upon my shoulder, and gaze up at the night sky, it was like she only did this because she knew that this was the last moments of her life. A feeling of dread overthrew any feeling of love, or familiarity I may have felt in the dream, because I knew I got us into this mess, and it was all my fault that she was going to die. I remember on one of the days, I found these capsules. Each capsule, when used, would fire off like a rocket into the sky and explode like a firework. It was very pretty. I showed these to Kate to try to cheer her up, but it didn't work.

On the final day, we heard a group of people coming down the stairs. Kate and I laid down on the platform like our original plan, although I knew this wasn't going to really keep us hidden for long. I felt such sorrow and guilt for dragging her into this. The group entered the room, and looked around for a bit. They were all wearing these police-like uniforms, with astronaut helmets that had police lights on top. Their heads were very round, and their bodies were very cartoonishly shaped. After a few tense seconds, they looked up, and saw us. They started shooting at us with these guns that weren't flamethrowers, but shot flames. The flames hit some of the paint cans, and they exploded as if they were reserves of gasoline. Kate and I were immediately set on fire, and melted in the most violent and gruesome display of death I had ever dreamed of.

After this, I awoke on top of the platform, in daylight (still dreaming), with Kate nowhere in sight. I was a little confused and worried about this, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the group comes and destroys the place, and my priority was leaving. As I climbed down from the platform, I felt guilty. I felt like I was cheating Kate, and just leaving her there, even though I knew she wasn't there. I felt like a hypocrite, as if I kept her there because we had no choice but to die, but here I was climbing down to leave. When I reached the bottom, I walked over to the giant window and opened it. I looked back at the platform, which was now two couches on the ground with blankets on them. One blanket in particular looked as if someone had just gotten out of it, with one corner folded open. Running out of time, I quickly ran over to it, scrambled it around so that it looked like it had been there for ages (dream logic), and ran back to window. I thought about hanging off of the ledge of the window until they came and went, but then I noticed this floating, translucent, magic block that I could stand on. It was the same, shimmering, pink/violet color of the window. I climbed on top of it. I looked back at the room, where I could see the group now entering. Then I looked up at the moon while the block ascended into the stars.

I was sitting in the back row of my current Enlgish teachers classroom. All of the people who are in my class were turned, facing forward and completely quiet, though my teacher wasn't in the classroom. I was sitting sideways in my seat, and the boy I liked came in the room. He came to the back of the room and went to the teachers desk and leaned over it. He pulled out a knife and began cutting himself, and at a point he said my name and I looked up. He smiled, looking in my eyes, and cut his knuckle with the knife. My eyes went wide and I started shaking. I wrapped my arms around myself. He wiped his blood off on his jacket and gave me it. (I guess he thought I was cold?) He also dropped the knife he was using on top of the jacket. Then he turned and started walking toward the front of the classroom. I slipped his knife in my pocket, vowing to keep him from doing it anymore. I held his jacket, and turned the right way in my desk, staring at it.
He must have sensed something was wrong, because he turned around and crouched down behind my desk and asked me if I was okay. I said "no", and motioned towards his wrist, wishing he wouldn't have hurt himself. He showed it to me, and the cuts were just scars. That hit me as wrong, and I turned to face him, confused. I stared down at my shoes, still confused, and noticed they were a very old pair of shoes. I thought, "I wish I had my Converse on." and then they were my Converse. The guy I liked was staring at my shoes too, apparently, because he said, "Your shoes just magically changed.."
That was when I realized I was controlling my dream, and I just said, "Yeah. That was weird." And he nodded.
There was more to it, but I've forgotten it.

I'm on a flat rooftop in a downtown area. I see two dream figures on other rooftops. One is Keanu Reeves, dressed as Neo from the Matrix. Or maybe it is Neo, not Keanu? The other is Alec Baldwin. He's wearing a dark suit, but it's not as futuristic or intimidating as Neo's trench coat. I chose to head towards Alec. As I'm talking with him, I realize this is a dream. I tell him, "This is a dream!" as I hug him. We start to float away. He seems a bit surprised but giddy. Then I realize that in a lucid dream I can do what I want to do. I set Alec down and fly off towards a small wooded area.

I recalled reading that I could spin and make a dream figure that I want to see appear. I say aloud, "When I turn around, xxxx will be here." I spin and marvel at how the landscape is changing as I turn. The imagery spinning past me is sort of pix-elated, like it is is forming before my eyes. Alas, when I stop spinning he is not there. I am very upset that this did not work.

I feel the dream starting to pull away, like I might wake up. I remember that staring at my hands will stabilize the dream. I look at the palms of my hands. Surprisingly, there are a few small cuts on my hands and as I keep staring at them, more cuts appear. I find that odd and a little disturbing so I stop looking at my hands. I am convinced that the dream is stable though.

I say aloud, "xxxx will be here soon." He does not appear. In the distance I see a house with a few trees around it and a small ravine behind it. I say, "His house is down in that ravine." I start walking towards the area, hoping to see his house once I have gotten to the edge of the drop off. It is not there. I'm very confused.

Some friends and I are sitting around my dining room table. We're playing a game or just hanging out. I can feel the wood grain of the table under my hand. It seems so real, but something is not right. I say aloud, "This is a dream!" There is a very loud BANG! Everything goes fuzzy and out of focus (like a camera that is set up wrong). I realize that I can hold the dream together. I can see colors and can hear still but can't really make out what I'm looking at. I know where everyone is sitting though. "I'm in charge" I think to myself. I turn to my right, towards one of my friends and tell him "Kiss me." He does. We make out for a few minutes. I can't see anything but I can feel him and I'm in total bliss. Things come back into focus slowly as I lose lucidity and fall back into standard dreaming.

1) Dream of my crush.

1) High school. LUCID. Looking for crush to tell her how I feel. I finally find her off behind the cafeteria in what seems to be a robotics lab. She's at a table with others working on circuitry. I don't want to interrupt.

Last night I had a dream in which I was in a cabin with a lot of my friends from school. There were also some teachers who were helping students with their homework.

My brother suddenly asks me if he can go watch a movie with his science class. I tell him it's okay and he runs off.

I then see a girl ask one of the teachers for help. I turn to my friend and make a mean joke about the girl. My friend laughs and tells me to shut up.

The dream shifts and I'm sitting at a table in the cabin with two other guys. I notice that it's really dark, and I tell one of the other guys to turn on the lights. The lights are really dim, but I shrug it off.

I find my final exam from my English class sitting on the table. I pick it up and start going through it. My teacher tells me that I need to have legible handwriting, and that my essay was better than everyone else's because they talked about the character's childhood fears. My score was: 6 6 6 1. I look away from the paper, and when I look back I can't find the words anymore.

Suddenly I'm walking out of the cabin with two friends. One of them is very distinct and the other is a mix of two people and very blurry. We walk through the hallway and the blurry friend yells my crush's name. I yell it to, but she then tells me that they're gone.

We then find my brother in his science class, and that is where the dream ends.

Well, my dream sign emerged again. Except for the very first paragraph, this is all one string of a dream. I am very excited - as I wrote it down, more pieces came together and so I put them in the right place.


Sleep. At some point during the dream, I remember being at my Grandma's, then trying to find my way to a bus stop in the dark with John, although we end up in a grass parking lot instead. We do make it to the car, though.

It's Friday― Prom night. I am at my old house with my friend John, on whom I have a crush. We have just returned from a trip somewhere (perhaps New York, since that happened in real life).* In front of the door to the garage, John has opened a box and is showing me the jewelry he bought for his female relatives. One that stood out to me in particular was a thick, blue and white carved wooden with fish and waves as a design. There is also a ring-necklace set for his mother. That ring is gold, oval-shaped, heavy-set and covered with what appear to be pearls. When I pick up the wooden ring I fancied, John says that I can have it if I want. “In fact,” he says, “you have anything from there if you want it.”


Although the ring vanishes at some point, I'm not too concerned about it. But when I take the ring, I joke that I'm “too young to get married,” call him my Romeo, and then say, “Oh, I am slain!” and collapse onto the floor dramatically. Then, we go to the kitchen, and I am shocked at the time. It's 12:22 ― no, 12:28! I'm going to be late for my Sociology class! John isn't worried about being late for class, however. He plays it cool and tells me not to worry.


I appear in my Sociology class, although it doesn't resemble a classroom. The room is shaped like a hexagon and covered in a blue/green/purple carpet. A digital clock on a stove tells me in neon green lettering that it is 12:12 (which makes perfect sense, since that class actually begins at 12:08). I have apparently just woken up from a nap, and I am a bit disoriented. So when I learn the time, I am relieved that I was not marked absent. Ms. M, my teacher, is absent from the class, so we have several substitutes. They decide to give us all candy, so they go into the supply closets and bring out gumdrops, giant fuzzy peaches, “Mommies,”* tinfoil-wrapped chocolates, and several other sweets I don't remember. Naturally, I pig out. I ask one of the substitute teachers, who resembles Ms. C (a Food and Nutrition teacher).**


Sometime during this class, I head to the washroom and bump into Sable, a classmate from Sociology is carrying a poster for “Forever 21,” which displays a blonde girl with a whole bunch of cyborg machinery coming out of her (some of it makes what resembles butterfly wings). She is naked, but her arms are over her chest and she is only shown from the side. The background is a sunset on the beach with a light rainbow hue.

I realize that I am wearing a prom dress, which is light purple instead of black, and I am worried that I am going to rip it. I find my friends Helena and Lindy, who are hosting our “pre-prom pampering” session.They told me that they got their nails done during second period. Wake.



* I think these were made up for the dream. They're circular with five bumps like arms, legs, and a head, and they puff up a bit in the middle. They are covered by a white candy coating, and when you bite into it, you taste marshmallow and gooey chocolate.
** The day of this dream, I learned from Ms. M that she fills in for Ms. C regularly because they both teach Food and Nutrition. I think that partially explains the dream.

Again, I wake up from a dream I do not recall and decide to MILD

I am walking through an alley of a town and it is dark. It gets light and for some reason
I do a reality check. My finger goes through my palm and I am surprised. It is now daylight
and I know I am dreaming. I get out my phone and, unlike most of my dreams, it works fine.
Unfortunately, My crush's number is not in my contacts. It doesn't even cross my mind to
enter it in manually as I am only partially lucid. I try the "open door" technique several times.
The first time, it brings up someone completely different who attacks me. After fighting her
off, I try again several times to no avail. The time is actually brings her into the dream, she
is about six inches tall. I try a few other things all of which fail. The dream ends.