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Never got lucid tonight which sucks because I really want to contact my dream guide.

Non-Lucid

All I can remember from the earlier parts of my dream is two teams fighting each other, docks and a park. I had to go bathroom too and the only toilet was out in the open, completely exposed. I used it though.

Anyways, I wake up to do WBTB. Takes forever to go back to sleep. No dreams. Wake up again. Go back to sleep. Start dreaming.
I'm in a classroom. Sitting in the left side of the class. Who is the teacher you ask? Dan.
Dan assigns us to write an essay about anything. He gets bored after a while and berates the class a little. Then makes a kid come up to the whiteboard and do a bunch of math problems. He does them incredibly quickly. After the kid is finished, Dan sends him out the classroom and says sucks for him. I start to focus on my essay which is about The Elder Scrolls series. In particular Elsweyr and how far Khajiits often have to travel to get to other lands. I even had a map of Tamriel. Unfortunately, I had only wrote down a sentence or two before Dan came around and looked at my work. He insulted me and my work. I got all upset and walked out of the classroom.

That was a mistake though! The dream scene changed and I ended up in a prison. The part of the dream is a little hazy but I do remember that the guards were very unkind. Eventually, I got hauled to a torture room. I wasn't the one being tortured though. It was Dan! Me and 2 other prisoners were given the opportunity to through Christmas tree ornaments at him. The other two prisons started right away but I refused to. Dan timidly asked, "Aren't you going to start throwing those things at me too?" I said of course not and he thanked me.

After that, we got to go get food. I remember spilling milk on some food the warden was cooking. He was visibly irritated but didn't really do anything about it. Went back to my cell, ate and then the dream scene shifted again.

I was back in the classroom. This time we had a female teacher. We were told to draw a prison cell full of prisoners. I start drawing. (Way better then I could in real life. As I drew the prison cell it came off the paper and became a fully functioning replica of the cell I was in. As I drew the prisoners, they started to come alive. Finally, I drew the Hulk. He started bashing around the cell. The teacher told me to be more careful because those cells are expensive. Then the Hulk busted the cell and started bleeding on one of the other prisoners. The other prisoner turned into A grey-hulk-bug thing that could shoot lasers. It tore Banner out of Hulk. Hulk tried smashing the Bug-Hulk with the prison cell but the Bug-Hulk evaded. It flew out of the classroom and Hulk followed. At this point, I became Dr. Banner. I started talking to some chick about what we could possibly do. Suddenly, I freaked out and was in pain. The chick asked what was wrong. I said, "You know how chemicals bond? Well me and Hulk and Chemicals." Then I flew out of the classroom and into the night sky and merged with Hulk. Who was flying. So now I was Hulk.

I screamed, "We stop bug, banner!" And swung around a skyscraper and grabbed the Bug-Hulk. (Who was now a spaceship) Smashed him into a building. Threw him. Shoot some missiles at him.(?) Grabbed him again. Tore him apart. Wake up.

05.27.2012

I found the song that was playing on Episode 25 of Cowboy Bebop!!

Cold Hearted Art Teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A dream about one of my Art teachers in High School, haven't had one of those in a while...

Tried finding Kaomea last night, no luck, sorry Kaomea.

It's late afternoon, or at least early morning, there are a few people out walking around, so it isn't exactly a ghost town or anything like that. The place resembles my University, just a little bit, and I could feel like there were a lot of trees as well.

I wasn't focusing on the environment much, just some major components like the road and a few buildings. A shuttle bus that looks like the University bus is passing through, and some guy gets on the road, waits for it to pass, but the bus is still taking some time to go through.

The idiot decides to walk back a little, and run, and he gets knocked out instantly when his body slams to the moving bus. He looked a lot like Kevin that I know in waking life. I quickly rush over to him, trying to wake him up and asking him if he's all right.

I was prepared to call 911, but my recall of what I did next is horrible.

Dream shift.

Okay, I'm inside of a building, and I believe I'm in an Art Studio that seems to be owned by one of my Art teachers, let's call her Ms. J for short. Before I went to meet her, I go inside of the stuidio room, and find that I was working on a project.

I look at the large sheet of paper in front of me, and it was as wide as the length of one of my arms. It seems that it's mostly graphite portraits of several people contained in the drawing, and there was still space for me to add a little more faces or full body figures.

One thing that caught my attention was the girl I drew on the bottom right corner, she looked a lot like Erica in waking life. I speculate on who it really is, and I didn't even do a reality check.

I look up to see Kevin, a different Kevin (let's call him Kev2 to make things less confusing, who was in my art class. I could tell this was the other Kev2 for sure because of the girl he was sitting next to looked like his girlfriend. She was also in an Art class that I was in while in High School as well.

Hmm....

Kev2 seems to be explaining to her some math problems, sounds like Calculus. There was a person up in front that looked like he was a teacher, but I don't think he was discussing anything related to Art.

I couldn't remember what he said exactly, but Kev2 kind of made the teacher stop in the middle of his speech several times, and the teacher got annoyed and decided to shut up so the Kev2 can get the hint that he's supposed to quiet and listen.

The professor continues once Kev2 stops talking, but after a few seconds, he's STILL talking to his girlfriend about the math problem or whatever. Even though he's whispering, it's way too loud, and I get annoyed by this because in my mind, him distracting the teacher from saying what they wanted to say made me impatient, and all of these abrupt pauses made it worse.

The dream shifts, and I meet my Art teacher, Ms. J. I believe she's sitting with someone, and I told her about what happened to Kevin (not Kev2, the first one). I don't know why I mentioned him to her, because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have known him in waking life.

I declared about the accident he had, and she justs has that look that says, "Okay" in a dull and stoic expression. I think she was even annoyed by me saying it, and think she wants me to leave. I could just tell, seeing as she has some company in the room.

Why is it that the cute art teachers have to be so....so.....so....so....never mind, she's probably still in a relationship with her boyfriend who is apparently a CIA agent in waking life.

Talk about having an awesome art teacher in High School huh?

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05.27.2012

Dream on how I Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream pisses me off so freaking much...

My field of vision, it feels that my eyes are closed....okay....seems I'm trying to attempt a WILD after a WBTB. All right, and it feels like I'm trying to teach someone how I lucid dream, but I'm still not sure on that.

Anyway, the field of vision was light green, a very bright green, had a lime color to it, but not much. I see little waves moving within this field of vision, and I pretty much only remember myself looking at that for a while with my eyes closed.

Sometimes I wonder if that's what I saw when I tried to do a WBTB, but didn't get out of the bed...which made me drift to sleep quickly.

Yay ! Lucid!
I was running away from something, or for something, I don't remember which. I was in a parking lot I can not remember from real life, but suddenly I stopped and realized;
Hey. I thought it felt a bit like.. air. Why am I doing this? This is ..a. dream. I shouldn't have to run.
I got the satisfactory feeling of realizing this just like that, but started feeling my body in bed. I resisted, trying float back into the dream, and luckily managed.
I then set running after what had been chasing me, and I generally remember having fun before I lost my lucidity again. No big deal, I'll make it stay longer next time

Um okay, I'll just note here that I had been focusing on living in the present, and I had been drawing a lot, the day before. Drawing sometimes work a little bit like meditation. So I think that daily focus is key. Notice your surroundings.

"You can't live on a breath in the future, nor from the past. You have to breathe now." I just love that quote. A man on TV said it yesterday. (Yesterday was a really great day, and this is starting to look like a blog post. I better shut my trap. Have fun )

I was in the basement watching Ika Musume and mike was with me. I told him there was an Ika ps2 game (doubt there really is) and he told me to download it. It wasnt working at all, though, it kept spazzing and it only worked in clips. On a website I read to try to fix it, someone's signature was a bunch of pineapples.

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I was in my room drawing something on a huge poster board. It was for a school project, and I had to draw a person. I drew two different people, though, and erased one. Then I accidentally erased the other one and had to redraw it, but I liked how it came out better

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

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

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

Dream
Lucid

Dream #1:
So I was in some building and I was talking to friends, apparently weeks before I had drawn something that was in a contest. So finally the judges have gotten down to the last two drawing and they were gonna have the people there choose. The judge (who looked exactly like my friend Claudy) said "These are the last two drawing's which you the people here will choose the winning drawing."
"This is...is....is Victors drawing and this is (can't remember his name) drawing. I personally think Victor's is much more exciting and colorful. Does anyone agree with me?"
Crowd: "Yeah!!"
Judge: "Then without further-ado your drawing champion Victor!!!"

I was happy but not really extremely happy so I sat down with a couple friends and one friend was talking but i couldn't understand her. She handed me this cool looking squeeze bottle that had over 5 paint colors together, which weren't even mixing or anything they were perfectly separated. Last thing I said in my head was "this is really cool never seen one in store's." (Didn't RC!!!)

Dream #2:
I was in some house it was dark and I had set my backpack down on a couch. I then see a little kid come out a doorway in plain dippers, he walked right past me going straight for the front door which I didn't close because I forgot to. So I closed the door and turned the kid around and started walking him back to the doorway when his mom came out.
Baby's mom: "Oh there you are I was so worried. Thank you so much for finding him."
Me: " No problem glad i could help."
Then she talked some more but I can't remember what she had said. Suddenly there were more people in the room and they were scared by something. So i ask "whats the problem?"
Baby's mom: "your dad is coming"
( I don't like my dad he is an abusive man and I've fought him physically a couple times and the last one was the bloodiest fight before he left Florida.)
Me: "Oh....I'll deal with him just get out of here."
I notice the kid that I kept from leaving the house had grown up to like the age of 8 or so. There was no point in telling him to go with his family since my dad had already got there. So my dad like always was yelling at me then he tried to rush my but I just dodged it. Then he found the kid so i had no choice but to go head on, I went into a full sprint jumped and punched my dad in the face making him let go of the kid. He quickly turned around and tried hitting the kid but I kicked him in the face then threw the kid and told him to run fast! The kid was soon out of the room so it was gonna be me and him fighting again but ass soon as I took a step to go attack him the dream switched.


Dream #3:
I was In a training room the one's with a lot of mirrors to see exactly what your doing for yourself. First thing that cam to mind was trying to do this type of side spin flip thing I see all the time but it totally failed. As I got up to try again I woke up

Vividness-7

P.S. Named it late nap because I had fallen asleep somewhere around
8:00-8:05pm and woke up at 9:46pm. So I get to go back to sleep and dream again .

Just as a little Prologue, most of my dreams are Lucid as ive found out, so when i found out there was a website devoted to whats normal for me sounded pretty cool :) I also wasn't entirely aware that they were meant to be rare to a degree. So consider this not necessarily my most recent LD but more one that i always think of first when asked for an example.

The dream started off walking by where my Grandparents live which is on Portland just off Weymouth (so by the sea). Prior to going to sleep i wasn't in a particularly good mood which I find affects what i chose to happen in dreams. I was walking by myself on the beach with the shore to my right and decided to draw shapes and faces in the sand.

At this point the dream wasn't entirely Lucid as what i was drawing wasn't under my control until i got angry with what i was drawing, as it wasn't an accurate picture of what i was drawing (being that it was in the Sand) At this point I looked at the sand and started to imagine what I wanted to draw, only to find I had drawn itself there. Its at this point where i think the dream became completely Lucid due to the fact i looked behind me and had stop the tide from moving up the shore and ruining my work, all the while i was drawing what i can only describe as a tapestry across the beach.

The picture contained details of a story with details similar to those of which were part of the reason i was upset prior to falling asleep, but it wasn't me in the picture and neither was the person/people involved in real life. (I dont remember exactly what they looked like now as this isn't recent, but i know they looked like some other friends instead). I continued to draw until I came across a house more inland which i traveled to instantly, to find it was also made of sand. And as an experiment,(which i already knew the outcome of but did so for fun i think..) i picked the house up out of the ground to create another floor underneath to create a three story house as apposed to a two story. (The closest thing i can relate this to in terms of an example would be of Inception in purgatory but also in the film Watchmen where Dr Manhattan creates a huge structure on Mars out of crystal).

It was at this point that i had realised that the whole scenery was made of sand and that everything was of that colour, the only thing that looked the same was the sky, though it was now coloured sandy like Hessian. I saw people in the garden to the side of the house (also made of sand) that i could manipulate and give extra arms and take away features as if with clay. The last thing i remember doing before going to sleep properly was trying to turn one of the people back to real, but could only turn part of them because it felt like i was trying to turn the whole world back at once with every detail as apposed to this once person and then the rest just left me and the dream stopped

This is probably the LD that i remember most from, and hopefully i remember to write them down i'll try and post more on here :)
Happy Dreaming!

I was in line at some kind of a restaurant. I never actually saw the restaurant, but I was in line to eat. I think it was a buffet style. Lots of people were in line. It was like everyone was arriving at some kind of an event.

I was self conscious in spandex shorts, but I was OK with it. I finally saw a few faces in a dream.

I spoke with a black guy in front of me who said he was 6' 3" tall. He would have been 6' 5" or 6' 6" in waking life. I couldn't believe it because I am 6'2 or so in waking life, maybe a little taller, so this guy made me feel like cheating the half inch and saying I'm 6' 3" was wa-a-y the wrong way to fudge; furthermore, his friend was a good 3-5" taller than him, but in my dream he was only an inch taller than the guy I was talking to.

I looked up and recognized the planetarium ceiling. It was very active. There were clouds and stars. Often, several shooting stars would go by at the same time, and there were several periods where there was no break between shooting stars. Sometimes only one at a time would pass, and sometimes there were none.

Once when there were no shooting stars going by, I remember saying, "Wait for it...Wait for it!" and someone else in the crowd was saying it at the exact same time. When the next shooting star went by, everyone cheered. The was much to do about the shooting stars from then on which I was glad about because I had dream memory that typically nobody noticed the ceiling.

I looked over at the wall and saw a movie of some sort with Muppet type things. They were acting crazy. I think it had to do with the excitement of the stars and a further projection of my sleeping emotion. It was a silly continuation of the excitement.

Dream skip

I was walking outside and saw a picture of a sun. It was a small, yellow circle on two stick legs. The legs were bent, knees facing outward, with lines for feet. I didn't hear it, and didn't see words written as one would expect to find on a cartoon, but it said, "This is harder than Voltaire...and Voltaire was really, really hard!"

False awakening

I was talking to a dream friend in his apartment. He made a green tea, but he didn't make me a cup. I remembered in waking life once when I hadn't made my wife a tea and thought how I would never do that again. In waking life we argued about that once.

The guy started talking to me about her and how he thought it was OK that I didn't make her the tea. He rationalized it but i didn't hear him well, so I asked him to repeat what he said. I explained I just didn't hear him well. Instead, I rephrased his comment for him--"You would do the same thing to kind of...keep her in her place?" and asked if I understood correctly. He said I did. He was a chauvinist.

He started asking me about my wife making negative insinuations. I started writing down my dream about the sun claiming responsibility for Voltaire so I wouldn't forget it.

I woke up and decided to get up, make some tea, and journal.

I took Spirulina and a B-Complex before bed.

irl: I am nearing the end of two weeks of break from work and school, I have not had a break in a long time, my mind can't handle it.

The dream starts with me realizing that I am not done with an assignment for a class. (SO original!) I wake up when at 8am, when then class starts and I start to finish up my assignment. It is a drawing of my roommates dog pidu, with some kind of writing on a separate page that I have to attach with string. Someone asks me if when I go to copy mine if I could copy theirs also. I realize the persons picture is much larger then mind and I realize that I did mine the wrong size. I decide that it will just have to be awesome enough for the size difference to be over looked. I spend some time adding shading and fine details to the piece and then go to make copies.

I open up the scanner and start on what now is a large stack of my classmates work to go through. It is slow but I get through it all and put it in a box. I pick up the box, and suddenly my entire dream becomes an 8-bit over view of me continuing the action. (Much like Zelda: Minish Cap that I have been playing rather non-stop ) I go to set the box on a table and accidentally throw it against the wall and it shatters. (a common occurrence for me irl in zelda games).

I now have no idea how I am going to explain to the teacher that I am two hours late, but also have no homework, or anyone else's homework. I freak out for awhile and then go to class. It turns out that the morning class I had was a different class, so at least I would be on time for the class I had no homework for.

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12.05.2011

Giant Minnie Mouse popped (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

[/COLOR]A lot happened before this.

I was with two female friends. We were in a big mall, however, it was very odd. The stores were separated by brown wooden walls, like cubicles. We were going to the food court but for some reason, they wanted escort. We got to a table and I told them that I had to leave for a few moments.

I got to the street where there were so many people. I drew some shapes with my fingers and a big drawing appeared underneath me. Suddenly, the head of Minnie Mouse (wtf) spawned and started to grow bigger. I grabbed the ears and the thing grew about 15 feet.

People were drawned to it and suddenly, the thing had a lot of people attached to it. The giant Minnie Mouse was boucing, harder and harder. People where trying to avoid it to crash, so it would not blast. Suddenly, it hitted a wall and exploded. Most people flew several feet away.

Dream of October 9th, 2010

Well….. I’m making progress. ^_^

Last night I attempted a WILD, but it didn’t work, although later I ended up having a DILD. I can’t quite remember how it happened because I had two dreams last night and in the first one I was lucid.

In the dream I was at a house where a lady was and maybe my sisters. The lady that was there ended up chasing me, but I can’t remember why. To escape her I flew, which caused me to suddenly realize, “Hey, I’m dreaming”. Strangely, I started to feel almost like I was dreaming and awake at the same time, like I could feel light near my eyelids in bed, so I tried to concentrate on the dream and make it stabilize, and I tried to remember my goals. After flying for a ways I either teleported or my flight just brought me to a different area. The area I was in was quite dark, and I think I was in a building. I tried thinking about my goals again.

The first thing that came to my head when I was thinking about goals was making a portal, and going to Hyrule. I had imagined many times in waking life how I would make a portal. I would draw an oval like shape in the air and then the air would shimmer inside the oval and on the other side I would be able to see my destination; it did not go as I had planned. When I went to draw the portal a blue marker materialized in my hand. I used the marker and drew an oval in the air. The air did not shimmer like I had wanted, and when I put my head through the floating oval I found that I was still in the same area, but I was determined to make it work.

I took my head out of the floating drawing of an oval and then I focused my will and tried to rub the area inside the oval as if I were trying to defog a window; it worked. The area I had rubbed started to become a semi-transparent image of a underground tunnel. Rubbing the air was difficult, for I had to focus to keep my hand from just going through the oval, but I managed. Eventually I had a big enough area to go through and there was now a clear opaque image of a scene on the other side. Now I had to figure out how to get through the floating window; I decided that I would break it.

I smashed the floating window and bits of glass, or something of that nature, fell onto the ground. Now it seemed like there was a big hole floating in the air. I jumped into the hole. Once I was through the hole I saw that I had indeed made a portal, for I was now in a completely different area, but unfortunately not in Hyrule. I remember running or flying down the tunnel after that and meeting some enemies but I can’t remember what happened after that, and think it might have been because I had woken up.

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My second dream involved a game. There was this shadowy inky stuff that infected people and somewhat controlled them. I was flying around in the area, which was a valley with a crater lake on one side and a tower on the other. I flew by the tower when the black goop tried to attack me. The goop was trying to control me but I wouldn’t let it. I flew away and saw a group of people who appeared to have been infected by the goop and some other people who weren’t infected. The two groups started fighting each other and I could hear the infected telling them “Join us, give in”, or something of that nature.

After that the dream turned into even more of a game, well, more like a game editor. My sisters were there and they were telling me what to make. I was able to use the characters and set them up in different areas, change their personalities, and basically just change the whole story. My sisters and I ended up deciding on a story about a large black dragon, and soon after I woke up.

PART 1 - DRAWING

Something about drawing...

ANALYSIS

I've been learning to draw and practiced some new things yesterday, likely trigger.

Wasn't able to get ahold of the voice recorder, hopefully will be able to try it tonight.

I've been waking up through the night a lot lately, which is unusual for me. I think it's because I feel compelled to sleep on my side, but I'm concerned about how that may affect the "ailment" I'm currently dealing with. May give it a try tonight, see if I have recovered enough for it to be comfortable and without negative effect. Would be interesting to see how it would impact recall.

Morning of June 1, 1988. Friday.



This dream has very strange imagery and seems of the type where I am both disembodied as well as somehow “outside” my dream. I am apparently looking at a magazine (though it seems like a “real” scene as well, eventually), and focusing more and more on it. I see the “Dennis the Menace” character and he appears to be in a store, perhaps in preparation to look at or buy comic books, though his dog Ruff is also in the store and standing to his left (my right in perspective but a bit more in the foreground). I seem to be looking at a large colorful drawing or perhaps a sketchy oil painting by Hank Ketcham. (It somehow does not seem at all like part of a comic strip or comic book.)

The more closely I look over the scene, the more things seem “off” even though it seems “real”. Dennis the Menace has only one large eye on his forehead, which is somewhat dome-like and a sort of “sickly” brownish green. It may also be implied to be somewhat reflective (or mirror-like, though also “dirty” or murky). There are no other eye-like details, just the oval green “blob” on his forehead. This causes me to feel somewhat strange and out-of-place as if I am almost looking at something “wrongfully” otherworldly. I do not become lucid but begin to “understand” that everything is otherwise “normal” about this character’s drawing at this point in time. Prior to waking, it almost seems like the “real” Dennis may have been “taken over” by an alien threat (or at least as such relevant to semiconscious waking thoughts).

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Explanations for this dream are not all that diffciult to determine. Firstly, dreams typically have surreal and bizarre imagery, often incidental, so this could just be a “glitch” as such. However, it could also be a play on the “third eye”. Dennis is not a real character, which could reflect the “unreal” dream state. The “eye” could also represent a “portal” (that is, the return to waking reality as my dream “melts” into one color and with less detail). Because of the color it may relate to looking down into the ground.

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The “Dennis the Menace” comic panel prior to this date was a gag where he said “Guess what, mom! All the mirrors in the house look like ME!” - which may have vaguely influenced my dream on one level (and the one on this date - not yet seen at the time - having him ask Mr. Wilson, who is digging, “Who buries the worms here in the first place?” - nothing I know of relating to any “explanation” for this imagery other than the eye being partly mirror-like relating to a meditation I had been doing). I also had read many of the “Dennis the Menace” digests when younger but this is the only significant dream of this nature ever documented.

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Update: On this date in 2001 (exactly 13 years after this dream), Hank Ketcham passed away. This makes both my dream and his own comic panel published on this date in 1988 seem a bit eerie (no disrespect intended).