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I'm eating at a restaurant with my dad. I don't recall what I was eating but remember that it only cost $12 and that I was drinking water.

We then to to some kind of festival. I think it is a music festival.

Now I am at a toy store with dad and G. I am a little girl again. Toys are scattered all over the floor.

Okay, I had a previous entry about a "familiar apartment", but that looked a lot like a cabin, this was about an actual apartment.

I do not remember what brings it up, but I took this apartment that I owned, and made it into a house. It was big, nice, and expensive. I rented a room out to a young couple. I can recall all of this happening before the dream, and the apartment seemed very familiar, as if I had made it in a previous dream. How long ago, I have no clue. I go inside, recall some things I had done to the place: painting it, making little Bibles with different designs, etc. Apparently the couple had gotten married and had a child there, so I had been gone a while. I decided to give them the whole place. I then remember saying to someone "I recall a memory perfectly in full detail..." then I go basically back into this false memory(must be a dream memory o.O) about my dad getting in a motorcycle accident. I do not know how much of this is what happened in the dream, but I was sitting in the front seat of a car, and my dad gets out, goes into this "college"(didn't look like a college) that had some mean looking guys in their twenties in front. He comes out after a few minutes, then on the way to the bank(which we were parked in front of), they beat my dad up and threw him into a motorcycle. The dream ended after that..

This all seemed to happen pretty quickly, it was mostly a memory of previous dreams I think. It was weird that as I recalled memories I then entered into those memories as I was telling them. Also, when in the car I was really young, I'd guess 3-5.

I was sort of depressed that I could not recall any dreams from the night before. I woke up about 6:20 judging how no-one was awake, and I never heard the alarm. 10 minutes pass, then the 6:30 alarm goes off, wakes my brother up(As you can likely guess, we share a room), it causes a lot of noise.. I decided it would be a good morning to try a WILD. I laid down for a few minutes(felt like 20-30) then felt really relaxed. I start saying "I WILL have a lucid, I WILL have a lucid." After about two minutes sleep paralysis hit, and I thought of my living room, said to myself "stabilize lucidity", and the lucid dream starts.

First lucid:
I was standing in my living room. It was so clear and vivid that I couldn't believe it. I thought to myself how I was lying in bed just a moment ago, and now here I am in a new place. A new world surrounding me. I walked into my parents' room, there I saw a light bulb in a socket on the wall which didn't belong there. I unscrewed it, then held it in my hand trying to light it up as it was in its socket a second ago. I failed..I then went around the corner to see my dad playing Zynga's Frontierville (a game which he has never played before), he asks me how to obtain a whip then I lose interest. I go back to the living room, close my eyes for a second to change scenery, and woke up.

Seems to be a mix of layer two and layer three lucid dream since I got pretty distracted by what my dad was doing. I wonder if I woke up due to my dream time being over, excitement, lack of goals, or because of my waking environment. Like I said, me and my brother share a room, and since he was already awake, he started making noise. He also had the light on right above me which may have prevented a deep sleep.
I fell back asleep after like 45 minutes. Not sure just what this dream started with..

Second lucid-A mansion, with prisoners:
I appear to be in a lab with like 4-5 scientists around me. I am a guinea pig for a new piece of technology that would allow you to enter into lucid dreams at will from a waking state. Sort of like doing a WILD, but with technology, making it more akin to EILD. I get this chip that you hold in your hand, it supposedly makes you lucid. So I go into what looks/feels like a tanning bed, hold the chip in my hands and fall asleep quick.
I "wake up" in this huge mansion of sorts. I seem to know in the back of my mind it is a dream, but I lose focus on that and get involved with the story instead. I moderate a minecraft server, and it seems a bunch of my friends from the server are in a prison, apparently being kept there by another player and antagonist on the server called EnderMilk. After some effort, I find him, but try to keep my distance. I phase through a wall to see the prisoners, and they look so helpless. I try to find a way to help them. I go back inside the mansion through a window, but the dream destabilizes and I wake up for real.

Well, two lucid dreams, even if they were kinda short-lived it is a start!

After looking back on these experiences, it seems the second dream was more of a mix of layer zero and layer two just barely. This is one of those experiences where people think they dream of being lucid rather than actually being lucid.

This dream once again occurred this morning, 23 August 2012. It contained some brief moments of lucidity, and was interruped when I woke up around 6 am.

We begin in a university classroom, which for some reason looks very much like a classroom in a high school or elementary school. I'm sitting in for a social studies class, on the political history of the United States or something, and in contrast to my regular courses I don't find this interesting - I find it VERY interesting. Most of my friends in my program have already left. The teacher continues an explanation. By 11 am (or is it 1 pm?), I'll be beginning my first day in Physics class. My phone rings.

The person hanging out outside appears to be me, but I can't really identify with this person, so maybe it's my alter-ego. For sanity purposes, I'll refer to this individual in the first person.

I'm doing an extreme sports stunt on a bike, not a skateboard. The scene shifts toward somewhere else. Suddenly, the police catch us, and we're denied permission to enter my next class.

I don't want to go with the cops, I think. Yet my phone prompts me to, and I enter the principal's office.

Somewhere along the line, I'm walking in a hallway on campus in what seems to be a big environment building. I suddenly realize that I'm dreaming, and begin to look around at the walls, the windows, and the students.

I drift in and out of consciousness, of sleep. The waking-life version of myself seems to be paralyzed, so I drift back into sleep, with much effort. The scene changes.

I'm in the principal's office, and a thought drifts into my mind. I think of writing these things down, to publish certain things on Twitter when I wake up, with codes B, C, and D. The D code refers to detention, while the B code is something later on in the alphabet. The D code says to the teacher:

"Am I in detention, or am I free to go?"

This is something that I picked up from a video showing how to deal with the police. Rule number one is be calm and don't be crass.

I'm given a list of options, from life in prison to one day free to whatever else. The best option, they say, is Baptism.

The official looks rather puzzled and pauses for a moment, but after a while says that I'm free to go. I remember the buildings on campus, but I never make it to my physics class.

At home, it seems that my dad has lesions on his neck, which look like cancerous lips protrouding from the base of the chin. We go to the doctor, and then suddenly I'm in this waiting room.

I remember a TV commercial about healthcare options. Even though I know trhat I'm lucid, I think it would be wrong to change the scenery while I'm walking through that hallway again. So I walk up to the reporter at the receptionist desk:

"Hi, I'm looking for healthcare options for my dad".

The reporter, who seems to be African-Canadian, shakes his head.

Flashback - in a dark cave dismantling something to the next level.

The doctor finds that the lesions are cancerous, but traditional chemotherapy would have done more harm than good. A new emerging field in medicine, nutshot oncology, has proven that these lesions are treatable by other methods.

Have a nice glass of glastnost!

Jail or Baptism?

On YouTube, the number of likes are hidden, but it's wavering around 50%. A certain scene is depicted, and the likes rise above the half-point mark when we win, and fall below when we lose. It shifts in a gyroscopic circular manner, like the Moon around the Earth around the Sun, and then the Moon will be flung away, pulling Earth-Moon out of its orbit.

"But the Moon has been around for four billion years!"

In high school, I send some people an email with facial icons for each of their respective profiles. For some reason, the guys' images are larger. I tell him not to skip class.

In social studies class we talk about "nutshot porn". That's gross.

As I walk outside my residence room in the morning, it's chilly. Yet, for whatever reason, my sweater is wet and damp.

I wake up early to go swimming.

Start out in the middle of target, (think I've had a dream about buying videogames at target before) and my dad and I just fill our cart with random obscure and formless items. Then I go over to the shoes section and put some American Eagle socks in the cart.

I went over to Gabe's (my boyfriend's) house. I entered, it was kind of dark. There was a computer monitor, on it was a picture of a random black kid, around my age in a Superman costume.
I felt as if he was my friend, (even though IRL I've never met this kid...). I turned around, and saw the same kid on the display, except he was now 3... and in a much smaller superman costume sitting on a couch.
The middle part of the dream is kind of a blur, but I saw the kid from the picture AGAIN, but this time he was with my dad, and the same age as me, and wearing normal clothing. Soon after, some of my
Dad's relatives entered and a party started. My dad, and some of his realtives, noticed that I hadn't had my hair cut at all, then suggested I should get it cut. Faith (my step brothers wife),
started talking about how people should shave their pubes (WTF), and one of my aunts chimed in and said we should shave our butt-hair as well (....wut?). I agree'd. Then, I was flipped on to my belly, and I started getting
spanked () for no apparent reason by... I don't even know who. Everyone was cheering on whoever was doing it and laughing... This is when I woke up, and the dream was over.

Tiny Lights
A few nights ago I dreamed I saw lights in the sand the size of a grain of sand. They were blue and green and maybe yellow. I scooped up some sand and got several in my hand. I tried to sift the sand out of my hand leaving just the lights.

This is residue from my fiber optic interests.

Eating

Over that last few days I had a dream where I was eating fish and one where I was eating a snow cone being very mindful of the texture.

The fish leathery on one side, but tender on the other. I wanted the tender, flaky part. The one where I was eating the snow cone was residue of doing a lot of research on shaved ice machines for a snow cone trailer I'm thinking about buying.
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Two giant horse-like creatures were moving towards eachother sideways. I was between them. A girl helped me get up one to avoid being smooshed. It was buff colored.

I was on my stomach over the horses back trying to get over it more so I would be positioned more evenly.

The horse then started walking around a center structure. I thought when it came full circle, I might be able to get off.

Dream Skip

I was in a room trying to sleep. I looked outside and there were 4 guys playing base guitar. I remember all of them had bases with different shapes and color. I kept looking for a guy with a white bass, but he wasn't there.

Dream Skip

Then I heard God talking to me (I'm not a God person). I was so happy that God finally indicated he wanted a "relationship" with me. In my belief system, invisible things have to some how make themselves perceived, or I must some how discover them, to believe in them.

So there I was. God was talking to me. He told me I needed to start talking to my Mom again. This bothered me, but I thought that if God wanted me to do it, that was easy enough to achieve.

I decided to make amends with my Mom, but then it was my Dad that I was going to make up with. I used to fight with my dad all the time.

I found myself up on a hill looking down at my Dad's house (it was different than in waking life). My brother was coming out, fighting with my dad. I needed to figure out how to get in the house without being notice so I could get some stuff and get out.

Dream skip to some other location. I asked a woman if God had ever spoken to her. She said "Yes." I told her God just spoke to me, but I mean SPOKE to me for real. I heard it!

She said, yea, he's Irish. I said, "YEAH! HE'S IRISH!"...and then I remembered his voice as being Irish, which it wasn't when I heard him.

I don't believe in God any more after that dream, but it was awesome having such a dream. This was the second intense dream about God that I've had.

Non-dream Dream

Today I recalled a ton of totally random fragments:

Fragment 1:

I rented a harley and I am returning it to the dealer. The bike has a huge key. The owner is very trusting.

Fragment 2:

I am looking for a parking space for father's day lunch. I am waiting forever for a car to pull out and when it finally does it turns out to be a handicapped spot. Now all of a sudden the parking lot is completely empty.

Fragment 3:

My dad changed his entire back yard around. He fired the guy who cleans his bbq and I was really sad. The guy did a good job and didn't really break the bbq. The back yard was kind of shaped like an octagon.

Fragment 4:

I am driving by a cemetery. I am doing something dangerous or illegal and we are in some kind of trouble. Some chick in the car is getting bit by a snake from the road. I am driving this huge bike-like vehicle and started shouting "I don't want to get bit by the black widow!" Nobody believes me that there is a black widow on my bike. I stop and someone takes it off for me. Then I go to my parents house.

Fragment 5:

I am in a bar hustling people with some kind of magical device. We are playing for some kind of strange currency - almost like long bendable skis. Some guy walks by completely naked with his penis hanging out. I tried hard to ignore him.

Who was the girl with me?

I end up losing whatever we were betting on.

The Walking Dead

We were over ran by zombies and trying to find a safe place. A lot of people died. We make it to a church. We are inside it and there is a man and woman there. I am up on a stage and there were doors. I hear and see a zombie moaning and turning a doorknob. Open it to kill it but two cups fall out. One was blue and one was turquoise. I treat the cups like they are full of zombie viruses.

I notice some tomatoes pilled high in the corner. I go back to the people and I see Laurie and Hershel from The Walking Dead. I assume now that I am Rick. I sort of hint to Laurie about the tomatoes and how we made "Something" from them to create explosives. She gets it and lets me know we will use them later.

I am now on a 4-Wheeler in my state trooper uniform and hat. I worry that I will attract all the zombies back to our place but I am looking for something. The landscape looks like Texas in the summer. Dry open pasture land. I see a old run down sign that looks like something from a Fallout game. It says something about a resort.

Then I get a flash of memory about how I went there and knocked on the door wanting in so bad. But the people inside where cruel and evil. I barely escaped alive.

But no that's not what I want. I see a trashed out mobile home. The metal frame looks good. I want it. Then I see it hauled off by something.

Now I am standing in an open parking lot. I see three of those mobile home frames outfitted to be solid bug sort of caged looking. They are stacked and hanging from one another independently from a crane. We have attached bits of broken rope and rags of all colors so that it is easy to climb up them and be high up and away from any zombies. I climb up and wonder why it is so easy and why I don't get tired. Then I see a severed thumb with a silver ring hanging from a rope. I am shocked at first. I pause to examine it and then quickly forget about it.

Now we are all in a comfortable living quarter inside one of the mobile homes. It is fully furnished and complete with everything we need. We are entertaining the kids with some sort of projector video game.

I wake up.

Another Poop Dream
I am at my parents and we are getting ready to go to General Convention (a church thing). I am pissed off and don't want to go. I am sitting in a recliner and my wife is next me saying something. I am annoyed because I am trying to read the Bible but she is talking. I get hateful and tell her to leave if she wants to. That I won't beg. As I am saying this I see a bookmark that says "Preach it, Thomas". I think this must be my grandfathers who is now dead.

I go up stairs to the bathroom. I am still grumbling how I don't want to go. I need to poop so I sit on the toilet. Then I find myself suddenly on the floor in front of the open door. I start to go but I see my mom may a face like what are you doing and then she waves me away like go ahead. I stand up and think no I should be on the toilet.

Then I remember that I dream this a lot and I say, "Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming?" I say the words but I don't really ask the question. It is just like something I was supposed to say and had no meaning.

I sit down on the toilet and hear the poop plop in the water.

Alarm clock wakes me up.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

My Dad is being an asshole to me and some of my friends. He keeps making us fetch baseballs during a batting practice. I hit one over the house and everyone is impressed.

Dream 2:

I am playing basketball and draining all of my shots - impressed everyone.

Dream 3:

I have a drug garden with various mushrooms, etc. There is a big party for me and I am smoking weed. I mail some of my garden to some place to have it converted into weed but then I realized I can get into serious trouble.

(Note: My dad is alive and in good health IRL. I have no idea why I would dream that he was dead.)

Last night, I had a dream that my mom and I went to the cemetery where my dad was. Well, it wasn't really a cemetery, it was more of a futuristic-looking room with the walls lined with freezers filled with containers holding the ashes of dead people. Anyway, we came in, and we were greeted by a strange man with three black-and-white cats. He starts explaining to us how he decides where everyone goes, who goes next to who (something to do with English and French people, that's all I remember), etc. There really wasn't much organization to his system.

I get bored of listening to his explanation and decide to go find my dad myself. I end up finding the pieces of some board game and tell my mom. She helped me put the pieces back in the box, which happened to be next to the container that supposedly held my dad's ashes.

Suddenly, my dad was there in the room with us. He said something about not knowing what's going on. I asked him what happened. He told me that, before he "died", he had concluded that he wasn't in Australia and, therefore, must have been on some alien planet. I don't remember if he told us any more about that.

I started to think he might still be alive (as well as also getting the suspicion that he was just acting and this was all staged or something). I checked his pulse and exclaimed, "They're buried you alive!" Then, I woke up.

Aids:1/8 tea peppermint oil before bed
Methods:DEILD/WILD - FA
Morning Suppliments:500mg L-Lysine, 500mg C, 595mg Potassium Gluconcate, 1 Super B-Complex
Sleep Quality: Light, wakefulness, RLS

Huge Storm 1:12 AM
Huge storm coming. Riding with dad. I see storm shelter. I hear some song that reminds me of someone. And then another song. I remember an ex-girlfriend.
"I say I hate all songs."
I see Jeremy and Jess in the car with us.
"What song? I say do tunes to what you want."

Dude, Where's My Car? 3:15 AM ish

I am at my parents sleeping in a recliner. It is dark and I can't sleep.
I went to my parents with the kids. I am leaving. But I can't find my car. I see a white car that is stripped down. The kids think it's mine but I know better. We run down the street looking for it. I feel tired and weak and can't run well. I see white cars everywhere but none are mine. I don't want to call the police yet because I keep thinking that I remember that I parked in a strange place and I knew I would not remember. I tell the kids this.

Now we are in some nursing home and wondering around. Not sure what happens here. Something about me not being a good enough Christian. How I let bad things into my life. Thats why bad things happen. Some old woman? I feel guilty for lucid dreaming like it is a sin.

We leave. I tell my kids we got to look some more before we call the cops. Deanna says that Dalynn already did. I asked her about that. It was when I was holding her and she blew into a strange balloon.
She says, "Well that lady scared me. So I called the cops."
We run outside but I feel overwhelmed and too tired to walk. I lay down in the grass and dirt. I curl up on a mound of dirt. I tell the kids I just want to close my eyes. My body relaxes and I wake up.

WILD 3:30AM ish
When I wake up I am in the recliner that I moved to because of my RLS. I don't move a muscle. I relax myself and I roll my eyes into the back of my head and focus on my skull. Sleep Paralysis almost immediately kicks in.

I hear the familiar strong wind sound laced with rinings of the ears. I feel the familiar vibrations and windy sensations. I noticed this time that the sound and vibrations increased and decreased in intensity like waves on a beach. I make a quick note of this. I can feel my legs moving up. It feels like something has me by the ankles. I become afraid and I have to remind myself it is not real. I try to enter the dream but I get stuck in SP for longer than I wanted and because of the last dream I thought I was doing something evil. I keet telling myself that it was ok. And it wasn't real. You do this all the time and its always been fine. No good, the feeling was persistent.
I try to ignore the thoughts and visualise anything to move on. I my mind wonder and my dream eyes see.

I see a road. I am flying low and fast down a vivid and brightly lit road road hugged tightly by evergreen trees. I enjoy this but my eyes begin to opened and I see the dark living room with one eye and the road with the other.

I go back into full SP. Still the same feeling of guilt. I think that this is getting no where and I want to go back to my bed. So I suddenly and forcibly make myself get up. I stumble back to my bedroom. I heard and felt my loud footsteps.

I think how odd this is. I was feeling the vibrations like wind on my body. The loud sound of wind and ringing. Typical SP. Was it possible to not be truly paralyzed in sp?

I now find myself tangled in my blanket. I am standing by my bed and I can't find my way out. I am unsure of what happened. I feel so confused and my mind feels numb.

I say, "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming." But my voice sounds odd. It is weak and unsure. Almost like I am asking a question. I am not convinced. Then I throw myself in the bed. Now I can find my way out. I feel half asleep and strange.

All my actions have woke my wife up. My wife mocks me. And complains how this is not good what I'm doing. She is pissed I woke her. I feel embarrassed and say nothing. She gets up to go the bathroom. I close my eyes and relax. But instead of going to sleep I wake up still in the recliner. God dammed FA!

I was so sure I was awake.

A Girl's Test Drive Adventure

I was walking down a hallway. Someone was behind me. I acted out my thoughts as if a I had some for of terrets. I was nervous, and was thinking about punching the person, so I turned around and and punched, though I pulled my punch. When I realized it was a girl, I felt really bad.

She was a cute blond with medium length hair. She was sad and I felt bad I had reacted nervously like that. We came up to a door leading out and I said, "Let me at least open the door for you.

The girl was upset. Outside I realized she was being bothered by the mob. A gutter from a house was across her car, and she was now driving it towards me. Now I'm in the car with her and someone else. We have had someone install new parts for a lot of money.

Now there is a guy in the car showing us the new steering wheel. It is supposed to be really nice and offer super comfortable, responsive steering. I am very fond of the girl.

She continues driving. Testing the car, she goes through some tight spaces at a Krystals and a bank. We went through the parking lot and ended up at McDonalds.

In McDonald's I have a false memory of a cute, heavyset worker. She had short hair and was cute. She liked me. She tells manager and another girl behind the counter that she likes me. Then she is on my side of the counter washing something in sink that would be in the back. She complains about her work just to have something to say to me.

I tell her she's doing a good job. She hugs me. I took the opportunity to hug her back, close and tight.

I really don't want to because she's too big for my taste, but she is cute, so I hug her and push into her. Then we break away.

I see the manager. We know each other, but he is also a false memory. I've come in there with my wife. I'm afraid he'll say something to my wife.

Now I'm in a car-parts store attached to the McDonalds. Whole Lotta Love is playing through really bad speakers which I also remember as a false memory. I sense the grime everywhere. I think that the poor quality speakers make appropriate distortion for the song where Plant is moaning, but makes the song, but it ruins the song (That is not how I feel in waking life).

Now I'm ordering and paying for a $6.00 part for my car, while a friend is ordering a cheap part for his car. I look at his receipt to see where I'm supposed to sign.

The End

Women

I had my face up to my wife's lower region. As if she had to v's, I cupped one in one hand, and the other in my other hand. I thought about licking her.

FA

I called for my father and he answered. I quickly realized that it was too good to be true. I called again and he answered again. I should have gone lucid because I knew that he couldn't be answering.

I discussed it with my brother and asked if he heard Dad answering. He said "Yes." I called again. I don't think he answered again.

I tried to imagine myself going back to sleep holding a J. M. from my childhood. I couldn't make that happen.

Later I dreamed that a black girl needed consolation. She hugged me and brought me to her bed. She wanted a little. I started kissing the top of one of her breasts and liked it. I was going to try to get more of it, but I woke up or quit dreaming.

Non-Dream Dream

Dream 1:

My dad goes completely psycho. We are watching someone's wedding to get ideas for mine and he starts playing really loud music on some kind of device. He continues to do similar things to disturb the wedding and I am very embarrassed. It gets so bad that my mom wants to divorce him.

Then my fiance goes psycho at a fair with my cousin LG, her husband CG, their friends and some co-workers (now that I think about it this dream might have taken place at my work, not a fair). We have TONS of weed. My fiance totally embarrasses me by being rude to everyone, always saying the wrong things and she even crashed her car into 4 other people.

Then we are at a party at my cousin LG's house and there is a huge slip n slide with boats going around it. They laid some kind of paste down on the slip n slide to make the boats stick to the path.

Then I am taking all of these people to the airport. My fiance's co-workers are there talking mad shit on my fiance - saying "she likes drama, she likes gossiping," some other stuff and that "this time she went too far." i have to pay everyone for the damage she has caused and I think they forgive her. One of my best friend's (AC) brother, NC, starts giving me a ton of shit too. He starts talking shit on my fiance and my mom. He wants to fight my mom for something really minor and stupid. I calm everything down again (common theme - in all these dreams I am resolving problems).

Dream 2:

I am REALLY good and hockey and soccer. I am playing a game that is a combo of 1/2 hockey and 1/2 soccer. I score 14 goals in one game.

I don't play these sports in real life so it was kinda fun.

Dream 3:

I am visiting a college and they are having some kind of baseball all-star event. Chone Figgins is there (location looks like the small science quad by Charles Young Hall at UCLA) and he is on the Colorado Rockies. I am hanging out with some cool kids and they trick me into doing a bunch of weird stuff. They get me to do some sort of ritual - I eat a large bowl of what they call bread (it was really just pretzels and some other snacks) then I go to a public shower and put water over my head. This ritual is supposed to turn all of the water into blood (not sure why we wanted to do this). It doesn't work. I am very pissed off because they have wasted 1/2 a day of my vacation to humiliate me. I laugh it off, pretending it didn't bother me, but then I punch one of the guys in the throat (hard, I can rarely throw punches in dreams so this was also cool). I tell him that if he ever pulled shit like that again I would kill him.

He apologizes and later comes up to me scared shitless and says "we can just keep this between us, right?" I say "no problem." I walk around until I find the all-stars again. They are swimming or something. I move on to the all-star football game where the kick-off almost makes it out of the stadium. I almost start playing in the game but I wake up.

Note - Before the shower incident i am running around trying to find the shower and some chick is running next to me, late for class or something. She is very cute. She thinks I am a weirdo for running next to her so I pretended to be racing her in a funny way. I look back at her and say something clever (I am very witty at this moment). It is obvious that she thinks I am cute and says "oh, well hello" seductively. Unfortunately I am in a rush to get to the shower so I just say "hello" back. I have the feeling that it was enough to score with her later.

Happy Skies

I am molesting a woman but she quickly puts me in my place. Then I see my wife bent over.
I press against her and say,"How much?"
She laughs and replys, "$100 and you can do whatever you like."
I get handsy with her and ask, "How about $50?"
She says, "For that you get a panty ride."
She is in just panties and a t-shirt and gives me a lap dance. I close my eyes in the dream and it feels amazing.

I suddenly open my eyes because the shock of it. (It is a false awakening) I want to go to bathroom and change but its like the dream the other day. There are people sleeping in odd places. I see my nephew asleep in the bathtub.
I realize am in a trailor house so I go to the other end. I see my dad asleep in a bed. I go to the bathroom. I start to change and I see red carpet in the bathroom. Something about this gives me a horrible memory and a bad aweful feeling. I think something like this is the house where that bad thing happened. I start to shake and feel scared(I honestly have no clue what that was about) But the feeling quickly passes. And I go about my bussiness.

As I walk out I see his eyes are open. He is just starting at the wall. I know he sees me but he doesn't move. I think maybe he is just half asleep still. Then, I hear him say something rude (can't remember what he said) I stop and look at him but just then my dad walks in. My dad tells my dad, "You stop that. What he does is perfectly natural and we all do it!"
I don't want this so I tell my dad, "Pleeeeease just let it go. Please."
(The man looked like my dad but didn't sound like my dad at all. He almost sounded feminine and flamboyant. Plus my dad talking to my dad... Whuuuuut?)

We walk outside. I look around and another trailer in front of us with a faded deck. I see mountains in the distance and a clear blue sky and I see a nebula thing in the day sky. Almost like that sky in Asgard in the Thor movie. I see a line of planets there to. They look brownish and dark with almost a grainy texture. There are very large ones and very smalls one. The large ones have what look like moons. The colors are bland. Mostly browns and yellows. I see a few stars in it though. I see texture and great detail. I stop and feel confused. I think how awesome the sight is.

Then, in a flash, I think, "wait something is odd. Something unnatural. This is not normal. I am dreaming!!!!!" I just know that I am dreaming. I don't even bother with RC. (Like I said before, if I have the mind to question, I just know)

I tell my dad. "Dad! We are dreaming!" As I begin to float I laugh and giggle breathlessly. I feel so giddy. I am so happy because I have been trying so hard lately.
The guy posing as my dad blows air out and looks scared. I think for a moment how I have had it in the back of my mind to find a dream guide. This guy may be the one. I let it go for now. I notice that I am touching the ground again
I say, "No really! We are dreaming."
I take his hand and use my other hand to push of the railing on the deck. We float up together a few meters. He is smiling and laughing quietly. I now know he believes me. I am out of breath with excitement. The entire scene is so vivid and so awesome. The sky is clear. I see the mountains in the distance. The summer grass below us is brown in spots. The air feels cool. I feel great peace.

I look back at the planets in the sky. They are very vivid pictures. Still there. I think how it looks like a text book. I study it so that I can remember the thing that made me lucid this time. I think, "Yes, strange things in the sky. Of course, that is a very old dream sign of mine."
Then suddenly I remember TOTM but before I could do anything every thing fades to black and I am back in my recliner with my eyes closed wishing it had not ended so soon.