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31st May

Several dreams, remember a few fragments of each.

Dream Fragment:

In one dream I was at my old home, in my bedroom. It was night time but the light was either on or quite bright from outside anyway. The balcony door was open, but blocked by closed curtains. The curtains that were there were the old ones from many years ago. They were white and a warm yellow. The colours inverted with one another on a bottom trim, which must be at least half a yard high or something.

While I was noticing the pattern on the curtains, the wind was blowing sort of strongly but gently, making them sort of billow out, which in the dream reminded me of how a labcoat flows when someone is moving with one on. It was a sort of pre-lucid moment but it didn't last since I didn't actually end up questioning reality.

I think then I walked across to where my desk used to be, but I don't really remember what happened next. Possibly it was a transition or something into another of the dream fragments I have.

Dream Fragment:

I was playing some space game, just starting out on it. I remember a main menu, and it looked a bit like the Starmade game, though it wasn't really like it either. But it had a desolate and empty feeling to it. I remember I was configuring a new world, but I don't really remember more than that.

Dream Fragment:

Some fragment of one of H's schematics. Obsessive thoughts about ohms and resistance. There were specific values in the dream but the memory is lost to me.

Dream:

Outside on a street. Looks like my native area or the city nearby. Though it is day time, it looks overcast and desaturated. I walk on some cobbled pavement, and I'm headed towards a store or shop? Maybe a barber or hairdresser, something about the windows it had made me feel or think this. The windows were not see-through, they had like full-sized vynil stickers on them, as a style thing primarily I think but also as a sort of advertising. I don't remember what images were displayed, but something relating to the human figure overall.

There were other dreams but I don't remember them.

Morning of October 24, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,937-01. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. Readability score (optimized): 60.



My family and I (in my dream’s fictitious backstory), mostly as we appear now, had been living in Kampong Ayer, a Brunei water village, for about a year. Other than this fallacy, my conscious self identity is extant, though I am not lucid.

There is a vague concern about my dream journals becoming damp, as there is a false memory that I keep them on the floor, where there are gaps in the floorboards directly over the water. However, I do not act upon these thoughts.

While outside on the boardwalk, I notice that two of our curtains had moved out to the outside of the window and had become submerged in the water by about two inches. I also see a curved board on the outer wall, warped from dampness, about halfway up on the outer wall.

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The curved board is a literal, though indoor, real-life feature near our lounge room ceiling. It was caused by the indoor rainstorm when our roof was torn off in November of last year.

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Common strands:

Melatonin mediation and circadian rhythm (The presence of water and its specific forms and dynamics is a temporal association with the sleep cycle)

Literal dream space strand (Literal association with dreams while in the dream state, in this case, thinking about my dream journals)

Curtains and window as a specific level of division between dreaming and waking (Common factor of subliminal awareness of being in the dream state, though I have often used curtains in lucidly and non-lucidly controlled dreams)

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Morning of August 27, 2018. Monday.

Reading time: 1 min 31 sec. Readability score: 65.



I am in our bed at our present address. It seems to be morning, after sunrise. Zsuzsanna is sleeping on my left. The bed is in the correct location. There is light coming from both sides of the closed curtain at the head of our bed.

RAS mediation takes the typical form as an intrusion, though does not breach my dream self’s side of liminal space. (The avatar remains outside, near our window.)

Also atypical is that it seems to be serving the opposite purpose it usually does in the final dream of a sleep cycle, sleep reinduction rather than waking. The avatar takes the form of an unfamiliar animal rights activist. The backstory is that our neighbors to our west have several animals on their property, including a few wild animals. (In real life, there are no neighbors to our west as it is the street, but my dream self, despite most of my conscious self identity being present, does not discern this error.)

The avatar assumes that our house is part of our neighbor’s setup where the animals are. He wants to keep the animals calm by placing large blankets over cages and containers as well as blocking off the areas from each other.

I become annoyed when it seems he had covered at least the left side of our window with a large blanket and will probably go to the right side. Later, however, when I am awake, I see that the room is light and I realize I had been dreaming.

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This dream (as well as another with a different plot) was unexpectedly precognitive (as they often are even when using typical components and autosymbolism), but only loosely. A worker showed up, illegally (without RTA notice) by the landlord to put in a high solid metal fence division to cut off our backyard from being accessed from our front yard, an incredibly stupid and dangerous idea (as it is even called “death trap” in some regions). No matter, I manually removed it without power tools as soon as the worker left.

I knew there was something different about this dream. The behavior of the avatar made no sense. It was discerning interconsciousness threads (with no way of me otherwise consciously knowing ahead of time what the plans were).

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Morning of January 26, 2018. Friday.



I become aware of being in the living room of the Cubitis house. (No threads of my present conscious self identity are extant at this time.)

My father is alive and as he was in the 1960s. I have no recall of his death in 1979. He is standing near the north end of the living room. I am sitting closer to the kitchenette.

A television is on for a short time. It shows a group of teenagers yelling and going into a school building. “I never really liked school,” I tell my father, “I would have rather gone to a labor camp, chopping wood or laying bricks.” My father seems passive but expresses mild interest in what I am saying. Eventually, I decide that this is not entirely true, as I did not mind elementary school so much. (This is mainly a result of the typical failure of viable memories in the dream state. I did not really dislike school as much as my fictional dream self implies here. It seems to be a reference to when I actually did chop wood, use a fence pole digger, and help build a fence instead of going to middle school for a short time, when the “outdoor classroom” was first being designed and built in Florida.)

Eventually, I get the impression that I can influence the movement of the curtain on the east window, closest to the kitchenette. Although I am not lucid, I start to notice that the curtain responds directly to what I say aloud (similar to how a real-time scripted dream works, and yet, again, there is no lucidity at any point). My father goes to the southwest bedroom as I remain in the living room. After I am sure I am controlling the curtain, I call to him to show him what I can do, but I do not see him. The situation is interesting but somewhat eerie. “Up to the ceiling,” I say, and the curtain obeys, swaying and moving to become flat against the ceiling. “Twist around,” I say, and the curtain twists itself around. “To the right,” I say, and the curtain slowly moves toward the kitchenette. I do this about twenty times, with at least five different instructions, and they always work.

I become distracted by a noise in the backyard. Looking out, I notice a tidal wave, all along the eastern horizon, approaching from a distance. It seems to be nighttime, but I can see the whiteness of the high foamy wave.

“Tidal wave, there is a tidal wave coming,” I yell. I do not see my father come out, but I am trying to warn him. Soon, the tidal wave hits the house. I can feel the house shake. I see and feel water coming in through the east windows. It flows quickly throughout the living room and my bedroom, and yet there is no direct impact of water on my body, only some cool refreshing splashes. Still, I yell, seeing that several high stacks of paper with documented dreams, under my bed, are apparently soaked, and I slowly recall Zsuzsanna’s dream journals as well. There is wetness, but no indication of flooding over the floor at this point.

I yell in annoyance just as I hear Zsuzsanna and our children on the carport. I get the impression that they had just returned from shopping or the library. Zsuzsanna calls out to me, wondering what is going on. There is no indication that the tidal wave had affected their approach to the house, or that they had even seen it (which of course is ludicrous if one wants to force logic on dreams where none exists).

She and our children walk through the front door. “Everything is wet,” I say loudly. “Not everything?” Zsuzsanna asks hopefully. “Everything,” I confirm. I wake at this point, with Zsuzsanna standing near our bed in reality and our youngest daughter nearby. I am somewhat confused as to whether our oldest daughter is in the area since she had been in my dream, though I do not see her.

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This dream is partly a beautiful connection to a fully lucid childhood dream, “The Staged Bull” from 1971 (as well as several other dreams). Both dreams use curtains as the division between the dream self and the conscious self and the perceived danger of RAS (as the waking alert factor), familiar autosymbolism for the waking transition. In this dream, my subliminal focus on reinduction brings a tidal wave (also a circadian rhythms factor) rather than the usual passive connection to water rising at the beginning of most sleeps. (This is also an association with the indoor rain we had in real life after our roof was torn off, though in reality, our dream journals did not get wet.) The typical doorway waking symbolism is utilized by RAS here, with no recall that Zsuzsanna had never been to America, let alone Cubitis (and as I have written before, I believe this is to prevent dream memories from being mistaken as having real-life meaning other than when prescient). My father wanders off to a bedroom (dream state indicator) and my control of the curtains seems like an amazing breakthrough in adding one more thread of dream knowledge in validating the autosymbolic meaning they entail. (Both autosymbolism for liminal space division and an association with control of the dream state as an implied stage, which also has curtains, yet also has the association with stage of sleep.) In previous dreams, I had chosen to “freeze” tidal waves and nuclear explosions in order to sustain the dream state and make it last for ten to fifteen additional minutes.

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Morning of August 18, 2016. Thursday.



In the first part of one scene, I am at our present home and near our front door. It seems we have at least one (unknown) female visitor but she is talking with my wife Zsuzsanna in the dining room (which we use as the main bedroom). For some reason, our front door is open and I am looking outside while standing in the doorway. It seems to be early afternoon.

I am eating some delicious snacks of a strong bittersweet flavor, eating at least a dozen of them without paying much attention to their appearance. They go down my throat, each being swallowed whole. Finally, upon looking at them, I notice that they are like miniature shish kebabs, though the implied stick is also edible and sweet. On the end of each is a large and shiny red carpenter ant head with black mandibles. This gives me pause even though I had been enjoying these snacks (and I briefly vaguely wonder if eating their heads as such could be dangerous). I realize that the ant head goes down first, and I had been properly consuming them as such, but now, as I think about it more clearly, I am not so sure I will continue to eat them, at least for now.

In another sequence, I am looking over at (old neighbor in Cubitis) Harold’s orange grove area (even though the house I am observing this from seems to be a minor variation of our present home). It seems to be late morning. The weeds are very high, nearly at chest level. I feel slightly guilty for not having mowed the area (which has no orange trees in this scene) yet do not even consider that his area is not my responsibility anyway. Soon however, two of his workers come over and start cleaning the area. They are dressed like sheiks (even though I sense one is East Indian and had worked as a cab driver recently). I still feel slightly guilty at their difficulty in trimming the plants. However, it soon is seen that what I first thought were weeds are two beautiful trapezoidal sections of tall flowering plants, forming two somewhat large hedge-like features. It now seems to be an amazing regrowth of what was intended years ago to be as beautiful as it is now. Still, the unknown male continues to work at it, cutting small sections at the bottom. He brings his gardening shears near the top but the areas near the blossoms are impossible to cut for whatever reason - in fact, it almost breaks his shears. He stops and studies the tops of the plants. He then informs Harold’s wife (who instead appears as Diane K for an unknown reason) and tells her that the plants are producing fruit, which seem very valuable. This does not seem to matter as Diane tells him that everything must be cut down as that is what Harold had said, though she seems upset about it and refers to him as a “posturing curmudgeon”. I feel very annoyed that the fruit will be wasted as well as soon missing out on the beauty of the red and white prolific flowers.

Eventually, the setting changes very illogically. I am still seemingly at our present address, but the roof seems to be missing and the orientation still partly reflects Cubitis. Looking to the north, I see what resembles the Rose Street building. It seems to be nighttime though still somehow light enough to see at a distance. On the roof is “Diane” (still apparently playing the role of Harold’s wife) though she now seems to be Karen’s mother instead. I wonder if she sees me and recognizes me. She does not wave or make any indication as such. My two youngest sons are in the house, more to the north. The house seems to be open to outside on that end. I am still aware of her annoyance at Harold having the plants cut down, but when I look out, I notice two smaller beautiful hedge-like areas and it now seems daytime again.

Turning about, the setting shifts yet again and it is now late at night again. I now “understand” even after having gazed at the shorter hedge-like flower sections in his yard, there are now only two mats in that spot (which somehow now is a much smaller area) with shorter grass growing in parts in a somewhat random pattern. I also see light-colored sand in random patches, mostly on the mats, which is also somehow the remains of flowers. This is in the area of the kitchen on his side as apparently we share the residence. I view the scene from our (my family’s) side of the kitchen. I do not question the plants having been growing out of the wooden floor and also growing from the mats. The kitchen is fully enclosed and no part of the house is fully open to outside as it was minutes ago.

Soon, I need to use the bathroom and it is late afternoon again. I go into a (fictional) room (which would be implied to be between our two son’s rooms in layout) where it looks as if the toilet had somehow been slid across the floor and turned perpendicularly to where it had been. There is a decorated Christmas tree to its left and the room looks more like a lounge room overall. Looking down, I see there is hardly any water in the bowl and there is also a transparent plastic wrapper in it. I decide to use the “other” toilet.

The other toilet is in our actual lounge room and faces east though is in a corner (northwest) that is implied to be our bathroom. At first, it seems fine (and it also is now a few hours earlier than it was moments ago), though I eventually realize the curtains are open on two sides and I hear the rest of my family returning home from their outing. I am annoyed (in realizing how open the “bathroom” is) but get up to close the two curtain sections. Still, I then see there is nothing there at all, the area being completely open on two sides with no curtains after all (implied entry point and the right side) and the time shifts to where it is even earlier (close to morning), so I decide to wake up and use our real bathroom (though it is not that common for a dream to be based on needing to get up and use the bathroom), which I immediately recall is not problematic as the ones in my dream had been.

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It is curious how many bizarre scene shifts and impossible time shifts there were and I did not question any of them, especially the house not having a roof and being completely open on one side or time jumping backwards a couple times, though both aspects are quite common in dreams.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream 1 - Teeth getting pulled
I seem to be in a dark room strapped to a chair. A man is holding a drill to the left side of my cheek and starts drilling into my face and into my teeth. The pain is excruciating and realistic... Next he starts on my front teeth, all my teeth are being removed by having someone drill them out from their roots with a power tool. I keep thinking to myself hysterically that it isn't real, that it's all just a dream. I know it's a dream, because if it were real then it would hurt MORE than this. Nothing made sense, I knew I could wake myself up if I tried harder. I kept trying, over and over to will myself awake as I struggled against the constraints of the chair and the illusion of pain in my mind. I finally managed to wake up.

Dream 2 - Vampire who just woke up
I've just awoken from a long slumber as a vampire. My casket is special or something.. Which comes back as an important detail later. I'm a guest to huge feast, there is a master who is hosting it. I'm suspicious of everything for some reason, it's just weird I guess. I spot some large curtains blocking the entrance to a nearby room. The place I'm in is grandiose, the feast table is really long and the curtains are velvet red. I decide to ditch the feast and enter the room. One of the other guests, a woman, follows me. As she enters the room behind me she ties a black cloth over her face, then walks forward. In front of us is a silken red sheet draped over a large box of some sort. The woman approaches it (I seem to remember her having a black dress on) and removes the sheet in one sweeping move. It exposes the silver casket to which I was awakened from. (*Note: I think my face was on the casket for some reason*). It seems to shock the other guests, who apparently also followed us from the dining hall. I have some sudden flashbacks from hundreds of years ago to how vampires used to live compared to the extravagant luxury they were now accustomed to. Images like burning at the stage, being smashed over a wall and fighting epic battles. Random stuff like that.

Morning of August 15, 2015. Saturday.



Once again, I seem to be a teenager. (Note: I first absentmindedly wrote “teenanger” in my notes instead of “teenager”).

In my dream, I am once again in Cubitis, though there is not much furniture in my room. I am much as I am now (mentally and emotionally), including having a computer desk (along the southeast corner and facing south in this case). I do not question this perhaps because I did experiments with electronics in the 1970s (building mostly useless novelties and haphazard hybrid decks) thanks to my father buying lots of junk at flea markets, including cassette players, speakers, amplifiers, and old radios on a weekly basis.

I am not sure of the time (it could be either morning or evening, though I am often aware of the general time in the majority of my dreams). I eventually notice the sheer curtains to my right over the west wall (mostly made up of large jalousie windows) billowing out for a few minutes. Eventually, in my mind is the idea that my (deceased) older sister Marilyn will appear as a spirit. Something seems to “move” in my mind and she appears as she did in perhaps 1978, but remains behind the nearly transparent curtains for a time as if the movement of the curtains in the slight breeze had something to do with forming her or her essence. It is very vivid. She comes out from behind the curtains and I talk with her for a short time and even touch her shoulder and she seems happy. (“Curtains” is a possible reference to having died in this case.)

Eventually, she walks out of my room into the living room. From here, though, the setting seems to be the southeast area of the living room on Loomis Street. My brother-in-law (her husband) is sitting on the right side of their couch near the window. An unknown female in her late forties is standing near him (who may be a nurse or friend) to his right (though she is facing west to my implied room in Cubitis and he is facing north towards the room I stayed in when first moving there from Florida).

My sister turns to the left and walks away, seemingly towards a fictional hallway. Another version of my sister is, at this point, talking to her husband. She looks mostly the same as the other supposed spirit.

I get an impression that the spirits of deceased people somehow divide into different versions of themselves to visit or comfort particular individuals at or around the same time. This seems “wrong” somehow, but I cannot quite resolve it. My dream eventually fades as I watch my “other” sister standing and talking with her husband.

This is certainly not the first time I have dreamt of more than one copy of the same person. It happens regarding my wife Zsuzsanna, and she sometimes dreams of more than one of me as well. I also once had a dream of two different versions of my father (May 1975) when he was still alive. Pets sometimes duplicate as well. This dream seems to be different, though, as I am far more aware of the implications than usual. It possibly translates to how people project themselves differently to different people. Note that I have five half-sisters total (and six half-brothers), but grew up mostly on my own, as they were all older.

I recall only some fragments. First, I was somewhere on a stadium, wearing sports outfit. We were preparing for a football match. Second fragment showed me surrounded by curtains, pissing on the floor for some reason.

I'm laying down at the opposite end of my bed that i sleep at in real life, it's late night maybe early morning, and I sense someone at my window. My cat and my niece are laying in front of me for some reason. The window is open and so is the curtains and blinds. But I'm so tired i ignore the feeling and try to go back to sleep, then I realize my curtains are swaying violently in and out like they're reaching for me. So I turn around and realize my dad is outside at my window trying to grab my arm and fucking with me. I scream to my mom who for some reason is in my sisters room next room and we can communicate as if no wall separates us, she down plays it and says I'm over reacting. So i try to go back to sleep and then my dads arm come for me again and I scream at him and my mom comes and then shes see's i was telling the truth and we shut all the windows and yell that we'll call cops on him if he doesn't leave out the gate.

Date: May 20, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Sleep Time: Can't remember but I believe I had gotten around 7-8 hours of sleep.

Dream #1
Dreamed I was in an elevator with Albert Einstein and Nickola Tesla. The elevator was going up and then all of a sudden it stopped abruptly. I looked at my fellow elevator friends and said, "Something is wrong." I felt like I was becoming lucid, but at that exact moment, the elevator spun out of control and the dream faded and I woke up. Damn it!

Dream #2
I was in my sister's apartment and she was having a party for some kids. they were running around all crazy from the sugar 'high' and constantly drinking sodas. I was trying to help my sister move furniture out of the way and I noticed several mice marching on the floor in a straight line...this scared me to death...so much that I woke up...AGAIN!

Dream Fragment #1
I was carefully painting a child's table and chair in primary colors.

Dream Fragment #2
Shopping with my sis in law at a Kmart and we both wanted a pair of curtains we saw during the 'sidewalk' sale. The curtains were for spring and you got 2-4 curtains for a dollar. We both wanted those curtains so bad...

Note to self: Do you think Albert Einstein and Nikola Tesla in an elevator with you was your dream sign? Uh...YEAH!

In the lodge of sorts. In my room I put too much stress on my red curtains. The section comes down. I hold the bar, attempting to fix it but soon come to believe it is a lost cause. A piece is broken/missing. I see a cat who I realize is Nala.

We come face to face and I begin to remember that she is dead. In my room I am in bed naked and Alexander crawls in next to me also naked. He spoons me and I can feel his smooth skin and th great warmth radiating from it. Suddenly I remember that his sweetheart is just outisde my room. The room with one missing curtain. I mildly panic, worried she can see us. Alexander doesn't seem a bit worried. I spot Kova. I pick her up and take her to the long couch where Alexanders' sweeheart sits. I give her the cat to play with and she seems very pleased.


Note: Kova is my cat, sister of Nala.

Me, my parents, some boy, and his parents are all at a bed and breakfast. Something happened and the curtains started catching on fire and disintegrating. The boy, who looked remotely like my friend Andy, grabbed the last unlit curtain and tried to blow the flames out. I jumped onto a chair and grabbed the other end, trying to help him put it out. They just wouldn't go away, so the bed and breakfast owner, she said "Just leave it be, I have to buy new ones anyway." So we let go off it and it immediately swings back onto the flames and disappears. We apologize, but she says the donut maker guy did it, not us. We go see the poor guy, he looks at the andy-lookalike-kid and says that he's his real father. The boy's parents look at him and nod. The boy just shrugs and picks a donut. The donut was gray, the same color as his apparent father's shirt.

Thebeastofold's Dream


driving with employer, stonehenge, and sky curtain?


I woke up at 4:16 am again as i most always do.....so i decided tyo do a WBTB WILD...and what an experience......after pictureing and repeating "chichen-Itza" over and over again in my mind, and as i was WILD'ing, i noticed, froma distance, my fingers, hands and toes were twitching, and my eyes were moving as if i was in deep REM....and just as i went into the dream, i fainly remembering rolling over as i entered the dream....I also noticed, just as dreamed,. i felt a brief whole body tingling..i dont know if i was getting to astral or what......i dont know...

I was in a room ive started in in many many dreams over the years, seemed to be aspects of every bedroomive ever llived in, there was a huge pot with tons of twisted and curled twigs stuffed into it, with a vase nestled in the middle of the twigs....and i kept looking at it, convinced someone had switched out the original vase with the one that was in it now...weird....i becam,e semi lucid and decided to go outside. my employer was sitting in a car in the driveway, and i thought, maybe he can drive me to chichen-itza! so i got in, and we drove for about 15 minutes or so, i was guessing..and all of a sudden, i was completely lucid! i said stop! when he stopped i jumped out and looked around and said yes! i'm dfreakin lucid! i can get to chichen itza now! and i repeated chichen itza several times as i was looking around, then the dream started getting fuzzy, so i yelled "clarity now!" a couple times then it was crystal clear...i decided to to a RC and tried to push my fingers through my palm..it didnt work, but i was even more lucid now than i was before, i looked over to the horizon and the horizon was a giant curtain, with 2 openings, one opening was a stonehenge tilithon in the centerm, and it was pouring rain on either side of it...the other opening was even bigger, it was freakin huge, and i decided to go there...i started running, then thought, i'm dreaming, why not fly! so i took off flying!! it was really cool, i flew into the larger opening and there was a giant freakin huge glass tube tv sitting there, mustve been 3 or 4 stories tall and wide, and there was a picrture of chichen-itza on it....and as with alot of my flying dreams, i tried to fly to the tv, but i flew inthe opposite direction i wanted to go, so i bounced off the wall opposite the tv, and off the long ass couch that was there, and i concentrated on lucidity and flew straight tothe tv...i got to the tv and hit the screen with my hand..i was hoping to fly through it, and i noticed the screen was super dusty...heh weird, i kept floating all around the screen but couldnt get through it, and i said outloud, come one! i'm freakin lucid! what more do you want!!! at that point, i heard a voice in my head say, kind of in a ragged whisper "the stones are the key" and as i turned to go the the stonehenge trilithon i woke up......havent been that lucid in a while..it was great!!! and my second WILD! way cool!!!

Before I begin I feel I've seen this girl before in my dreams. In this dream, I found her to be some sort of movie star, but in a previous dream which I believe to be the same girl, she was a vampire, who I fell in love with and helped save her life from people hunting her. That dream was over a year ago.

The girl and I were dating, and I was going to her house for the first time. It was enormous, a mansion even, and she had loads of people already over. I thought we would go say hello, but she took me out to a room which was empty, which I assume was her bed room. It was octagonal, and the floor was kind of messy. I figured we weren't supposed to be out here, and looked through some curtains at the people in the backyard, which was one giant pool party, and tried to hide behind the curtains as much as I could. I instinctively took off my pants for some reason, and turned around to find a lot of other people in the room, all sitting on a large couch waiting to watch a movie. I was extremely embarrassed, and pulled my boxers back up and sat down (this should have made me question, as I don't wear boxers anywhere but to bed). My 'girlfriend' wouldn't go anywhere near me, I was thoroughly confused and embarrassed.

28.10.2010

Halls of Residence (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Early starts with a nap in the afternoon are a fast-track to WILDs.

I was lying on my back, having become 100% convinced that this is best for WILDs. After what can't have been a very long time (maybe half an hour), I realised I could hear things. There were voices coming from the corridor outside my room. This was to be expected, I knew. It was the middle of the day and I live with 10 other people. But their conversation made very little sense. I could also hear a voice which sounded familiar at first, but I knew it didn't belong to any of my roommates. Then I noticed music. I had fallen asleep beside my open laptop, this much I knew. I was fairly sure as well that I hadn't left any music playing. The song sounded like it was by the Black-Eyed Peas, but I hadn't heard it before. It got louder and louder, until it reached a gigantic roar and stopped altogether. I moved my arm out and touched the wall. I knew I had to be dreaming now, otherwise my arm wouldn't have been so easily moveable.

I rolled out of bed and went exploring. There were a couple of dudes out in the corridor who I spoke to briefly, then I headed into the kitchen. It had become a weird mashup of the actual kitchen and my room. It had blue curtains on one of the walls which, when opened, relvealed nothing.

Not a whole lot else happened. Woke up feeling very refreshed!