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Dream 1:
I am with four people, my brother B, and two adult figures (One of them was my dad, I think). The two adults have a large metal tank with legs. They are filling it with helium to make it float, and I don't think that makes sense/will work, but it does. Me and B are supposed to compete to glue these light bulb contraptions on to the sides of the tank, but we get distracted. In the end, he wins, and I am very upset. We get in a fight. He points at himself and says "smart" and then at me and says "dumb". I storm off dropping f-bombs.

Dream 2:
I vaguely remember being in some sort of large inside play house.

Dream 3:
I am in a room that is my "knitting room". I am sleeping there, but I almost feel as though I shouldn't be. It is adjoined with more rooms in a building, but the other rooms aren't my. It is my office/some sort of workplace. A girl is here, even though it is really early in the morning, and I feel the urge to hide under my covers from her. She comes in later and tells me she wrote and expose on one of my coworkers dogs. I talk to my mom about this, and decide to prove the girl wrong by cooking some sort of dish with cheddar cheese on top of it. It works! Huzzah.

non-dream dream lucid false awakening

0:30

Bank sale
With my mom on an auction of a bank. I buy a share, because it is so cheap. I'm imagining becoming rich with it, but someone tells me it is more likely to devalue than otherwise, shattering my optimistic feeling.

5:00

Marathon
On a room full of people. I become lucid but I struggle very hard to remember tasks to complete. Every time I focus on what I had planned, I feel lucidity fading. I move on to another dream in which I'm on a really dark bedroom, making out with some guy, but the dream is a bit unpleasant. It becomes early morning and I go to the window and see people running a marathon on the street. It is sponsored by a known bottled water company. My cell phone rings on the background and I get lucid as I recall the instructions I had received from a guy in RL to notice colors, textures, sounds, smells, etc, on dreams and since sound is one thing I rarely notice, I decided to play with it. I answered the phone, curious to see if I could really hear someone talking on the other side and I could. It was a lady asking to speak with some boy I don't know. But I turn around and he is there. He is fat. I hand him the phone. I think about doing something more with the LD. I try to teleport to Denn, but it fails and I almost wake up. My lucidity fades a bit and I just stay around this dream. I go outside to see the marathon. No longer lucid, I follow the people who walk at the end of the race after the athletes and I talk to some of them. Then I see a horrible scene with two stray dogs, who look more like a bag of bones and open flesh. I want to take them to the vet. People on the street tell me they are very sick for many years and no cure is possible, but people feed them and they are happy together, supporting each other. I want to give them something to eat, but I have nothing. So I regurgitate a placenta-like discussing stuff and at least one of the dogs comes to sniff it. But he doesn't seem very interested.

5:40

Camp
On a sort of holiday camp with children and adults. it's a celebration day and everyone is very busy and excited. I'm just trying to figure out my role in it. I see some cute kittens hidden under a table, I try to play with them, but they run away. I then see some friends who are all fascinated by a tiny little camel that appeared on the site. It is hardly taller than 20 cms. I say something like "I've seen really tiny ponies before, but this camel is just ridiculously small."
I notice a kid who's taking pictures of me obsessively and I ask him to stop. I ask for his camera to delete the pictures he took without my permission, but I realize he has a crush on me, which I find sweet, so I decide to leave at least a couple of pics on the memory card. His mom appears out of nowhere and doesn't know why I'm holding the camera, so she is very obnoxious, accusing me with her eyes of trying to steal it from the kid. Nasty broad.
Then some native americans appear on a stage, performing songs and dances. They invite people from the audience to join and before they drag me along, I move on to a nearby swimming pool with water slides. I decide to have a bit of fun on the slides.

7:00

Comments: I'd just like to point out that this dream has little or nothing to do with the realities of shared dreaming here. It's still an awesome dream though.

Dream.
I am on my computer browsing dreamviews, mainly in the Beyond Dreaming section.
I find a post that is about a conspiracy the government have about shared dreaming, something that has been leaked on dreamviews. I am very interested by this and read through it.
The information on the post describes the secret telephone method of contacting the shared dreaming sector of the government, I do not know what they have been doing wrong, but is clear to me that I am finding out information I shouldn't.
I go to my friends house because I believe his dad will find this information interesting.
In order to contact this secret number you have to rewire an old telephone, so that there is two connections to the phone an input and an output, the output becomes an input also.
Instead of watching my friends dad make this phone, I see flashing images of the phone morphing into the right setup.

My friends dad disappears, yet the phone remains on the table, I pick it up and dail the number 5151, the phone rings....

Someone or something picks up, it pretends that it isnt a person and more an answer machine saying random stuff, mainly just noises.
This fools me the first time, I put the phone down and think.
I ring the number again, I accuse the person on the end, I tell him I know he is a person!
He replys, 'you would have been better not knowing this, it is a shame to do this.' He puts the phone down.

Life appears to continue as normal, I have to leave with the army, I am with alot of my friends.
We go out on a patrol one day, and get in a fight, I get separated.
I am on my own, outnumbered, I get captured.
I manage to get to a phone, it is wired correctly, I ring the number.
He tells me I know too much, and that I will be killed for doing so.
I am in a cave full of asian people, my guess prisoners captured from the taliban or along those lines.
They all run one way, I know this is the wrong way and scream to them to stop, they do not listen.
I run the other way, and manage to get free.

I find an american army patrol, I try to explain what has happened to me, the commander does not listen.
I end up carrying the partrols equiptment, we get in another fight.
It is with my old partrol, they are doing some strange method of shooting each other to recognise if they are allies, it is retarded and therefore I scream for them to stop.
We head back and I end up having to work in this resterant.
There is bully and tries to show off the the girls that are working there. I try to make friends, I beat the shit out of him.
I get captured.

Im inside this dark room, on the wall there is a small notch in the wall which runs the entire stretch of the wall.
I climb in as I hear the siffer dogs coming, one comes right up to my face, I know there is not much hope.
Two army men come very close to my face, I cant believe they dont see me.
One comes extremely close and finaly realises Im there.
I burst out and begin to fight.
End.

I was at some kind of performance. I understood that the members of my IPRO team had all selected songs to describe themselves. They were performing them on stage in front of the rest of the team. Amar and I walked down to the front of the auditorium to find a couple of free seats. Autumn showed up and sat down next to me. For some reason, a number of people brought props from the Sword of Truth series or dedicated their songs to Richard Rahl. I wasn’t sure why this kept happening, but it was amusing. I clapped when I saw each of them refer to the series. Two people trying to walk past each other in the aisle got stuck, and I suggested folding their props in half so they could squeeze by, but neither of them did it.

A dog of some kind put its head in Autumn’s lap. When I tried to pet it, its eyes turned red. It snarled viciously at me. She explained that it had a poor first impression of me… I tried to ignore it, but now that I had angered it, the dog started lashing out at me. It ended up pushing me to the ground, and I barely kept it from tearing my face apart. I was puzzled when the animal suddenly gave up and trotted away. While the performances continued, I feared that Limia would ask me to sing something… I had missed the day when we picked our songs, so I hadn’t rehearsed anything. If I had to, I could always sing Happy Birthday to the audience. The list of music I knew by heart was pitifully short and consisted mostly of children’s songs.

I had a dream last night that I moved into a new neighborhood.. it was more like a town since there weren't many homes around..lots of trees. In my dream I was living with this one guy who was my husband and no children. I did have a dog in my dream a small white one.
I woke up in the night in my dream and walked into the living room to look out this huge window that over looked the woods.. I look and I can see down a hill.. I guess my house was at the top of a small hill looking over the woods.. I heard branches breaking and to my left I saw this guy sneaking around trying to be quiet.. he motions someone else to come over to him but he is on my property. I see I have the front door open but was so scared to close it because he was on the other side just over the balcony ..I was scared he would catch me. I couldn't take it anymore and decided to make noises like coughing.. don't know why that was my choice and I make my way to the door to slam it shut.. but strange there was an open door on the other side of the wall and now a different guy was standing in front of it making his way in.. I start to scream and run in the bedroom.. my so called husband is dead asleep and this guy comes rushing in the bedroom holding a large bar bell... ones that people use to lift weights and he starts swinging it around at us but it was too dark for him to aim good.. the guy in my dream who is suppose to be my husband jumps out of bed just in time to avoid the hit of the bar bell.. this guy is wild in the eyes and heavy set.. I am screaming at the top of my lungs...
Scene switches..
Back in the same living room with the white dog and I see these cats at the front door.. I open the door to let what I think is my own cat in but these 2 race inside along with my own cat.. one is black and white the other is white and tainted brown.. the white cat has liquid coming out of it's ear like it was sick.. the liquid was brown and I didn't want the cat in the house... so I get some food and try to trick them to leave out the door.. all of a sudden the cats claw at me.. and I am squeezing it's back trying to get it to stop.. it was weird and I literally felt the sting of it's claws..
Scene switches and I am in this trailer park all the trailers are metal and I am walking through with some guy and his mother.. I don't know who they are but I am trying to hide from someone and they are helping me.. the woman opens a trailer door and tells me there is a creature in there slamming the door shut.. We are running and that is all I could recall since waking up

Lucid
Non-lucid

My memory picks up walking down past an old friends house which lies close to the railroad. I eventually make it down to the house that sits on the corner not far from my own, and I am leaning up against a white car speaking to a man that was out walking his dog. All of the sudden the dog begins to speak, but in English, of course this startles me and I then ask the owner of the dog if he just heard what his dog said. He says no, and then we casually carry on with our conversation, at this point most of my focus is directed toward the dog while I am speaking to the man. The dog then says something else in English, and I try my best to ignore it. The dog then says another thing and this time there is no doubt in my mind that I am either crazy, or in the presence of a dog that can speak actual words. I begin to worry and I start to walk toward my house which is close by. Once I enter my house I then find myself sitting with two of my friends and my cat in my living room.

While we are talking, I am still thinking about the dog and the whole ordeal so going through various explanations I find that the only logical one is that I am in a dream. I then do the nose plug reality check and quickly find that I am in fact dreaming. I levitate my friend up to the corner of the room and I then set him down, then I levitate my cat around the room and set her back down on the couch next to my friends. For some reason I then get the thought in my head that I never went to bed, therefore how am I dreaming? I begin to question what happen to me in my waking life to induce a dream.

I go upstairs and I find my dad sitting at his computer desk within his room, I go over to him and ask him if he could attempt to wake me up. He says sure, and he goes over to my room which is across the hall and he looks as if he is moving something around in my bed, possibly me. He says that I am apparently not moving so I tell him to call an ambulance and I close my eyes and try my best to awake myself. It appears that it has worked, and I am within the confines of my own room. I then think that it could possibly be a false awakening and I then attempt to do another nose plug reality check. The reality check works, and I am once again aware within my dream.

I look at my dream room, and wander around a bit in awe. The room within my dream looks just like my room in my waking life, it was amazing. I looked out of my window, and then plunged myself through my window and into the air flying toward town within my city. Not long after I took flight, I awoke from my dream.

Plaza Mart? I was talking to someone. There are people there, as if they're staying in a dorm. I saw Solimar. He's far away, and keeps disappearing. I walked to the ground floor. There's some sort of play.

Then I'm in the supermarket. I still can't find him. I'm in school. High school or college. I keep trying to get close to him, but can't. Either he drives me away, or there are people sitting beside him. There are a lot of chairs. A teacher.

I found a high school classmate in their home. I asked him what he's doing. He said he's still in college. Or maybe his little brother, with only one class per month. Their parents are there. There's a puppy, and we played with it.

We talked about dog training. I accompanied the mother to the dog training place. It started raining. We took a tricycle there. The mother complained that the place smells. We were directly on top of the sewer line. The guy there said the dogs are not for sale; just for show.

We waited for a jeep. It's still raining. It's afternoon. There are jeeps that passed by, but they're not the right ones. We walked until we're near Victorias Crossing. It's already night. There was a van: Nyala. We chased it, and the mother was able to get in, but I had trouble jumping in. The conductor said to hurry up. The van is still running. I can't reach the bars. I asked him to pull me up. He did, but we were caught by the police. I saw his white, fat face, with a displeased look. We went down.

We arrived home.

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8-8-11
Type: Lucid Dream. (Visiting the Dead)
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

We arrive at the short few steps of a Brownstone. There is a guy behind me but I hardly know him and he is basically trailing along to learn some things. I have been to this place before and yet part of me doesn’t know where this is. I feel my awareness and that I am whole again on the other side of reality where thoughts make things and places and this was a simulated New York village. Every time I am here it seems unpopulated, there are no signs of life on the outside, save for shrubs and trees, not even any cars on the road.

I have forgotten who we’re here to see but I know what to do and walk up to the door. The guy I’m with wants to push the buzzer/doorbell. If this was physical reality the mechanical/electric device would work and ring the persons doorbell in their apartment but here only the newbies and dreamers try it out. I can see telepathically the guy I’m with is a mess, he is unsure of everything but trying so hard to be perfect, so I let him ring the bell and wait as if there is a buzzing sound and then I open the door and walk in.

It is always so dark in this vestibule and the stairs, I can see in the dark but it is so unfriendly and foreboding although it is not meaning to be.

I walk to a dark corner and push and twist some wooden molding, this opens the secret passage to the part of the place we are going to. We walk in and it is still just as dark.

We walk up the stairs to the correct door. The nervous guy behind me gets even more nervous as I stop in front of the door as I try to remember who’s place this is. The nervous guy comes around to the front of me and squeezes between me and the door to open it. The door opens and I realize it is my grandmothers place! No she never had this place when she was alive but has taken to liking it after her death. She is standing there expecting us. I see her but don’t know how to feel since she is not the full old woman I knew. She has been dead for years here and many more in the physical world and has regressed to her younger more vital young-woman-self. What are the rules for greeting someone who thinks they are both old and young and that they know you but not really? We greet {and acknowledge our relationship} but she is half the woman I knew and another totally unknown to me, the younger woman before she met my grandfather. He was not around since died before her and has forsaken the physical plane altogether (long story of another nonphysical place and a cool place at that, the Last Timers Ring that rings the earth, but that’s a story for another time. Basically he was leaving the physical plane for ever and I have never seen him since.), she seemed to know this.

Before going in I saw a metal threshold and there was an engravements in it and I bent down to examine it more closely. It was so real looking with dirt in the letters and abrasions. I felt it and it felt so perfectly real, I was blown away by it a bit but gathered myself and walked in.

I wondered around her place looking at all the intricate objects and how they all fit into her between-life life, it was very fascinating. I was in awe at how real it all looked, and felt! The kitchen has the same kind of tile from her physical kitchen, it is dark in there but I didn’t want to mess with lights in a nonphysical place.

Then I walk out into the living room and saw her nonphysical-life dog, a little white poodle! Animals are so rare in these nonphysical parts! I bent down and pet it and it felt so real! It was not at all a perfect representation of a dog; it had dirt under its belly as if it had never been washed. I got down on the floor with the dog and gave it a good rubbing. It stayed there as if it liked the petting. It didn’t have much personality which is basically life-force so I intended on giving it some of my own and it perked up a little bit and became a little more lively, literally.

I saw my grandmother was happy that I was enjoying the dog but she was hard to look at since I saw both the old woman and the young woman, pretty disturbing. I realized that she was the “old dead”, people that have been dead for a long time but still felt tied to their old life. As for myself, I didn’t even feel tied to my physical life and I was still living it! I was, and am still, not sure why she hangs out in that drab place!

I got up off the floor and realized how low the crummy dusty chandelier hung. The table had all and birthday cake on it with many candles burning and kinds of stuff on it like back when she was alive. It was all kinda sad, not that she was dead, you can be more alive dead than you ever were when you were alive, but she was not moving on she was stuck in this dark small apartment of her own creation with all these sad trappings of a past life.

My grandmother was cradling a baby that was known by her, and I, to be unreal but she felt she needed the comfort it gave. The old dead are creepy people, two or three lives all jumbled up into one undead existence. {It is time for us to go} and she got up and the baby disappeared and everyone started to move to the door a bit. My grandmother had to walk around stuff and stacks of magazines, tied with string, in a tall knee high bundle. The place was full of little things like that, fascinating!

Then there was a woman with 2 small kids in old time clothing that just appeared in the living room. “Ok lets go” she said to the kids and they all walked into the hallway and vanished. Creepy. Can ghosts have ghosts?

My grandmother walked out of the door and the nervous guy waited near the sofa and wanted me to walk out first. I, on the other hand, was astounded with the reality of the place and rubbed my hand on the wall by the door feeling how solid it was “look at it! It’s solid, like the real thing!” He looked at me like I was crazy and was getting jumpy.

We walked out into the dark hallway where the jumpy guy said “my dream guide likes to be surprised…but not TOO much.” I thought I would try not to do anything strange.

As we all rounded the corner a man came out of the dark and I realized it must be this guy’s dream guide. I thought, about what not to do and so did exactly THAT, I skipped like a girl across the floor and then regretted it immediately.

“Hi, you must be his dream guide” I said.

The DG was a tall guy and dressed like he was a 17th century aristocrat with flowy sleeves and such, “yes, I am in fact!”
“Good to meet you.” I said while turning to the nervous guy.
He waved at the dream guide stiffly and gave a nervous “Hi” with a nervous smile.
I’d seen enough and decided to leave them on their own.

Then there are these little lights floating in the air in the dark hallway and everyone gives me one. I love this!

My Mom yells at me from a dark place but I can see her face, I ignore her, but everyone else seems not to even notice her.
The end, I wake up.


Awake i check the time, I had been asleep for only 2.5 hours!

Mancon's Dream

I was sleeping in a hotel room when I heard someone shouting "Fire!" in the next room over. I shot up, and rushed to the door. The door wouldn't open. I switched on a light switch, and the lights flickered and went out. Wait a minute...I did a reality check and was relieved to find out I was dreaming.

I stabilized the dream. Now that I knew it was a dream, I completely forgot about the fire, and opened the door with ease.

Across my room was an elevator. I pressed the elevator button, heard a bing, but it didn't open! I could hear a dog barking in the elevator, but the doors weren't budging! I reminded myself it was a dream and managed to open the doors.

A dog came shooting out, and I grabbed him. I didn't want to risk getting stuck in the elevator, and saw a window in the hallway. I held the dog in my arm and jumped out the window.

I was happy to be in a busy city, with tall buildings everywhere. I kept walking until I found a street corner. When I turned the corner, I imagined a bus stop there so I could get to Chichen Itza.

A big green bus was waiting for me there! I stepped inside and told the short bus driver to take me to Chichen Itza. I looked around, trying to find anyone that matched people's descriptions in the project. I was still holding the dog, and people kept coming up to me wanting to pet it. I shouted out to everyone "Hey this is a dream! Lucid dreaming! Dreamviews!" Nobody even bothered to look up.

I stood up, and set the dog down. I walked around the bus examining everyone closely. "This is a dream!" Finally someone looked up, surprised. They were asian and looked exactly like..."fOrceez?" I said.

He held up a notepad he had been drawing on. It was a girl wearing only a bra. I laughed. "fOrceez, your dreaming!" I told him. He refused to believe me, and looked at me sadly.

I couldn't convince him he was dreaming, so I decided to do someone really memorable that he might remember. I punched him right in the face and screamed "I HAD SEX WITH MY TEACHER LAST NIGHT!!"

He looked at me shocked, when I heard a loud BANG. I woke up.

Date: 05-16-11
Length: 2 Hours
Vividness: 9/10

I was at Santa Barbara High School and I had just transferred back. I was sad because next year, my girlfriend Dakota would be at City College, but I would be at SBHS. I lived along the shore line near her dad's house.
THe next thing I remember, I was at the beach hanging out. I did this weird thing where I was laying on the sidewalk and started crawling forward. I thought it'd be a cool camera shot.
I walked to a somewhat large island and laid down. I walked away for a second, and when I came back, some guy and girl had taken my spot.
I said, "Hey, not cool man."
I sat down and we all started talking.
Suddenly, the island began to vibrate a little bit. It began moving as we were on it, and we started moving towards a big cliff. I looked behind us and there was a man sitting on some vehicle which must have been an island mover (obviously).
He stopped at the big cliff and he told us to all get off the island.
We hopped down and began to swim toward the cave that went upwards with a ladder. We had no light and I said that I was too low of a level to go up there, and I was going to die from the monsters. Two other guys went up there instead, and a few minutes later, came back down with a basket of rare items.
We got back on the island, which was now reduced to the size of a boogie board. We swam back to shore while I carried all the items in my inventory (goodness I am a nerd).
As we got to the store to sell stuff, the guy who went into the cave was suddenly a dog, which was his in-game character. He traded me, and my inventory screen popped up. I put in all the items and confirmed. I realized I forgot something so I tried to trade him back, but I couldn't figure out how.

-frenchblablabla

Me and my daughter ((i'll name her S)) are together outside our house (( a different house to our real life one)) We are looking across the road and I can see a small dog, we decide to go over. We are stroking him and kneel down beside him, he is a grey/blackish poodle puppy. I'ts raining and his owners are inside their house, I think "how cruel leaving him all alone outside in the rain" I look into the window of their house, I can see the lady sitting in her chair, she is eating and watching T.V. The dog is clipped to a bush, so I lean over and sneakily unclip his leash from it. The dog gets very excited, I look over to S and give her the nod as to say were going to pinch him lol. We move a little and I take the puppy into my arms we now begin to move away very slowly. I hear a womans voice, I look up and it's the woman in the window, she is speaking to a man and she says " Dad whats them strange people doing walking away with our Max" I quickly clip Max back onto the bush before they notice. The woman and her dad are walking outside onto their garden, it has stopped raining now and the sun has come out. The man was about 57 or so and was in a wheelchair. The woman is quite chubby and about 36 and has long brown hair. 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl have also come out of the house onto the garden, they are talking to the man, I think he is their Grandad, he is swearing alot as he speaks to them, I am disgusted at this and decide I don't like him ((dream skip)) We are back at our house and we are on the front garden, Max was there with us, I looked at S and she said it was ok for him to be here with us. We were about to go inside but then another dog came, his name was Aurevoir ((lol)) He is a white puppy, I take a second look and notice that he is walking on his 2 back legs and he is pulling a cart, he is holding the string in his front paws. His cart had toys in it, he had brought them with him for him and max to play with lol....Max is sitting in the doorway I tell him "Max it's ok for you to go inside" and I gently edge him in. Me and S are stroking both dogs alot and we end up keeping them both.

Dream 2 Fragment:
My daughter J has a bad ear, I take a look and see a nasty cyst on the back of her ear.

Dream - Lucid

I was helping my extended family come to America from Germany so they would be safe from the Nazi army. They weren't Jewish, but they were in danger of being drafted into the Nazi army.

I remember being in an airplane with them. I don't remember seeing an specific family members, but I knew we were on the plane for a long time. We were flying over from Germany to America. I remember seeing a lot of my family sitting in the back of the plane, only the seats were set up more like they would be on a bus.

I then remember driving down a road in my town in the daytime. But then, I was out of the car but still on the road. My grandma was with me. I told her
"Don't worry, you're safe from Hitler now."
She didn't respond.

~

I lived in this huge manchine. I remember I had made friends with this bigger black girl named Olivia who looked kind of like this girl I know named Bri in waking life. We were walking down the street. She was walking her dog. We talked for awhile, and she mentioned to me that I was invited to go to this recording session in Missouri. It was being done by this guy that I know in waking life who comes and records some of the bands that play at the coffee shop I work at. I wasn't actually going to be doing any singing or playing music, but I was going to be doing technical stuff. I remember reading a letter from the recording guy that was inviting me and giving me details of the trip. Olivia had been invited too.

Then, Olivia asked me to grab her this weird writing thing, it was like a caulking gun but it had ink or paint in it. I gave it to her. She then spray painted some of the pillars at my manchine. They were originally blue, but the spots she painted on them were yellow. She painted some other things. The whole time I was telling her to stop and asking her what she was doing, but she never listened.

I then remember being back in the manchine. I was in a room with lots of waterways that led to outside. I saw my cat, Belle, jump into the water and start swimming. There was another cat swimming in there too, a black one I think. I was afraid Belle would swim outside and I'd lose her. She tried to go outside when someone opened this door in the water, but they quickly shut it again so she couldn't escape.

My mom then got mad about Olivia vandalizing the pillars outside the manchine.

Then, I remember practicing what I was supposed to be doing at the recording studio. It was almost kind of Guitar Hero-esque; I had to press some button every time a note came up. The notes looked like little colored boxes. I wasn't doing very well; it was moving too fast and my timing wasn't right.

I then remember talking to some people in the manchine. I think I was in my room. One of the people in there was my friend and coworker, Tori. She had also been invited to the recording session. I asked her if she was going, and she said no. She then said she didn't think anyone from my town was gonna go. I then told her I probably wouldn't go then either. She said it was typical that no one from my town was gonna come to the session.

I was then driving around in my car, just thinking and driving like I do so often in waking life. I then started to think about dreams, and did a reality check by counting my fingers. The first time I counted five, but I did it again and counted six. I was dreaming! I counted my fingers again, and counted 7 or 8. I then made a ton of fingers appear out of my hand. My hand looked super crazy! I shook my hand and all the extra fingers disappeared.

I then floated up through the roof of my car. There were 2 guys with me, they were behind me. We were flying around above my car. It was like we were flying through a city, there were buildings on either side of us. They were an orange-red color. I looked into the sky. It was a beautiful blue and spotted with clouds. All the clouds were shaped like different things, but I can't remember any specifics.

I examined my hand to try to keep the dream, but I lost it. I don't think I woke up, I think I went into a non-lucid dream, but I can't remember exactly.

Fragment #1:
I was sitting in an old room of my mothers watching tv with no pants on when a guy that I don't know randomly walks in. I am surprised and begin to cover myself frantically asking "Who are you? What are you doing here?" He doesn't have time to answer before my mom walks in angry at me. She asks "How can you just let guys walk in here when you are indecent? Do you want him to see you?" I start to explain that I do not know who this is and did not let him in when he intersects with the reason he is here. I forget exactly what he said, but it somehow cleared him of any wrongs and my mom leaves. He begins to investigate the furniture and I ask him what he is doing, and he says that he is just "looking for the giraffes" I think "Oh duh!" (dream logic gotta love it) I start helping and almost immediately stumble upon a tiny giraffe, about the size of a small dog. The giraffe is frightened and runs under the dresser. I think in the dream of a friend irl who loves giraffes and honestly think of updating my facebook status to "found tiny giraffe under my dresser today" (I am WAY to addicted!! ) I try to coax it out and the dream shifts.

Fragment #2
I am trying to get to bed and my mom is telling me that I need to be killed by tigers. I disagree saying that I do not I just need to go to bed (made WAY more sense in the dream, seemed rather matter of fact). There were three tigers, but they loved me. I thought about what she said and after a long while realized she was right. I did not want to live any way. I begin to bother the tigers, but they still only lightly bite me in a playful way. I lay on my stomach and put my arms down so they can cut my wrists. I begin to agitate them further and they begin to really start attacking me when I am forced awake.

Fragment #3
I fall back asleep. I am releasing a dog and some other unknown creature into a large body of water. We know the currents will take them where they need to be. (In the dream it did not seem like they were going to drown, but like we were releasing them into the wild.) They did not want to go and were sad to leave. A friend from school irl JJ goes out into the water and takes the dog. She says she will take care of it. She wraps it in a towel and news reporters ask her what she is going to do. She gives some sort of heartfelt speech about how she will take care of it and give it a home. I remember thinking that she was so nice and such a great person to do that. i wake up.

Not sure what order they came in at this point, but they all happened in the same night.

galantamine 8g
choline 500mg
melatonin 1mg

wake @ 3:30am
sleep @ 6:00am
wake @ 7:45 am

Astarius and the Whiny Vampire-thing

-I was lucid, in a bedroom by myself. I was trying to stabilize in the dream, and it was really dim. I was rubbing myself all over and saying, "I am lucid, the world is vivid" over and over. I got out of bed, and saw a small black creature on a long chain, on the bed. It looked like my sister's small dog, but I couldn't be sure. I wanted to let it go, but I didn't know what it was so I kept trying to get the lights on, saying, "lights on" and "I have the vision of the eagle" over and over, and finally tried to use the light switch, which didn't work. (Note to self: try "vision of the owl" or "night vision" in the future)

- I was becoming lucid, and realizing I was surrounded by a crowd of shadows pressing in on me. I stood up to one guy, and was asking him, "what do you represent? what do you want? do you have a gift for me?" I backed him against a wall, turns out he didn't have a gift for me so I pulled a ruby out of my heart and gave it to him. We were kind of at a standstill, and I asked, "God, what do I do with this person?". A ceramic mask appeared over the guys eyes, we both felt relieved, he said "thank you". I walked to the front of the house and came to a window. I carefully pressed on the window and it maybe cracked slightly but I dove through it pretty easily and flew out.

-Lucid - I was flying around and asked the dream to "show me something important". I was transported to a room where a (guy?) with a slight build was lying in fetal position on the floor, facing me, dressed in black. He started to tell me some kind of story about helplessness, and he bared his teeth which looked like vampire teeth...he started to tell me about how he "had" to be a vampire, he had no choice, some really whiny poor-me story. Then he bit my index finger on my right hand and latched on. I tried to shake him off by slamming him against the floor and the wall...and then I called out, "ASTARIUS!" The wall in front of me opened up and Astarius appeared and with his usual amazingly bright smile and attitude, said, "YES!" I held my hand out to him with the thing stuck to it which was becoming mush by that time and I was realizing it was not as it seemed...and asked him, 'what do I do with THIS?" and he pulled out a tissue and said, "let me help you with that, it's just a little sumpin' sumpin'. I expressed gratitude and appreciation for him and told him I'd let him get back to bed (he was dressed similar to the way he always dresses, except it looked like he was in jammies pattern).

Still lucid - Flying on - I tried to fly up into the black night sky. I couldn't get very far so I called an angel for help, as usual an angel never came so I just started wondering if some part of me would help me. A guy who looked a lot like Taylor zoomed alongside me and helped me fly and I asked him what he represented. He said something like "your bioelectric system" or something. He had a blue rubber headgear that looked like a superhero costume. He told me that "it is IMPERATIVE that you continue to take physical action", which I agreed, I understood it to be connected to something I thought of for solstice, as well as being kind of lazy about sitting back and waiting for the universe to hand me things. We flew to an ice rink where people were ice skating, and I remembered I had ice skated before and liked it and didn't suck too bad.

Flying around somewhere else later - I arrived at a building that had an opening to the right and spiral steps carved into the building going in and down, a purple light was glowing from the center. I thought of it as "Astarius's place". I tried to get in through the stairs, but they did an Alice in Wonderland on me and changed and got smaller and smaller or I got bigger, and couldn't fit. So I tried to get in through another entrance, the wall opened up to reveal something that looked like a desk, and there were boxes of pens in UV pastels all laid out. I was trying to dive in through without messing up the order, and tried to dive in but it was a little solid and so I tried moving everything out of the way telekinetically and stacking it all to the side and diving it, for some reason I don't think I made it in.

I was in journalism class and we had to write an article about friendship. I was using a lot of pictures in my article (we aren't supposed to use pictures, other than one that's seperate from the article). I was using Photoshop to make scenes. For some reason my group of friends were horses, but I changed it to dogs later on.