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This morning's dream was really a lot of fun! First I dreamed that I had mastered the art of telekinesis. I could move objects without touching them. Specifically, if I concentrated hard enough, I could make a red thermos leap into my hands from about a foot or so away. I kept doing it over and over. It was so much fun. I couldn't wait to show others my new skill. On one practice try, I had to admit that it did look like a spirit was picking up the thermos and tossing it to me. That kind of made me nervous. I didn't want people to think there was something satanic about my new talent. I hoped there wasn't!

Then the dream switched and I bumped into Mark Hamill. I think we were in a store. He was very funny and friendly.

Then I dreamed that I was shopping in a second-hand store. I was looking for a certain type of skirt, short but with layers of ruffled fabric. This particular store didn't have any skirts like that. I did find a cool dress in a gorgeous fabric. It was a lightweight, satiny material in a sort of cream color, but as the material moved it looked green and gold too. It was a halter style dress with a really short skirt. A friend said the dress was too revealing. I said I would buy it if it fit. I tried wrapping it around me, but it was too small. A friend from school, Olivia, was interested in the dress so I gave it to her to buy. I thought she was going to get it, but then she changed her mind! I kept searching the racks, but didn't find anything else as good as that dress. I walked round and round the same racks looking for a skirt I liked and couldn't find one. I was still shopping when I woke up!

I recall four dreams from last night:

DREAM #1

I go to some village with my family... I guess it's kind of like Old Sturbridge Village or something. We don't have long to be there because it's about to close. They make everyone take out their phones and iPods and leave them at the front entrance on top of a blanket. I felt self-conscious because my iPod looks really small compared to everyone else's.

In the village place, we go to a bookstore. I dance around in the bookstore singing a song about Pinkie Pie. ... Yup.

DREAM #2

I'm at a library, and I'm helping a woman return her materials. But then I'm not sure where to return the CDs because I can't find the slot for audio/visual returns. Suddenly there are like a hundred different return slots at the library desk and I can't figure out what any of them mean. So I just leave the CDs lying around and hope one of the librarians will find them. The woman I helped sends her son to find me, and he gives me a card with money in it. Then I go outside and my dad is there to pick me up. I'm still worrying about the CDs.

DREAM #3

Brief dream about some kind of family reunion, I think at my grandma's house. My mom is complaining about how she doesn't like one of her cousins, which I find shocking since I thought they were friends.

DREAM #4

I'm being forced into a Hunger Games type of competition, where a bunch of kids have to fight with each other and one kid has to kill everyone else. Except, we all have to wear ridiculous outfits while we're fighting. We each have some kind of personal assistant who shows us what we're going to wear. My assistant is this kind of chubby bald guy, and my outfit is this ridiculous Victorian-looking yellow dress with a lot of buttons up the front and a tiered skirt. Then I have to wear a yellow leather jacket over it.

We all get changed in the same room. I change next to Fiona (my sister), because she is also in the competition. She has to wear a purple dress. The bald guy is in the room with all of us, but he politely turns and looks at the wall so he doesn't see everyone naked.

I'm already starting to plan how I'm going to kill anyone who tries to attack me. Apparently I will have a sword for my weapon, and I plan to throw it at anyone who comes near me, and I think this is a totally foolproof plan.

Later on, I'm doing my hair next to some girl with pale, short blond hair. For some reason I know her name is Juliet, and I'm convinced that she used to go to Hampshire (where I go to school) but then dropped out, even though she doesn't exist in real life. Anyway, she says something to me like, "Everyone who dies will be a ghost. And the person who wins will be a monster." And in my dream I think that's the deepest thing ever.

Afterward, we all get a last dinner with our families. So I'm sitting at a table with my family, but I'm still thinking about what Juliet said. Fiona is like, "I have so much energy right now!" And I'm like, "But Fiona, we have to kill people!" And that's about where the dream ends.

11/27/2011
I decided to make a WILD attempt after waking up. I kept drifting in and out of sleep paralysis and wakefulness. It was very frustrating. I used the nose plug RC as well as looking at surroundings. The one time the RC indicated dreaming, it didn't last long, and I couldn't do much of anything. I saw a woman's head and almost found a hat. By the time I finally fell asleep for more than a minute or two, I'd lost awareness.

I'm at Taco Bell. The employee is giving me crap about having spilled ketchup all over the table last time I was there. He tells me to do some cleaning now. I grudgingly comply. I'm very frustrated when I drop half my burrito. He's going to yell at me if I don't clean it up.

I'm with a group of people, mostly females, as well as a guy I went to school with and was sometimes friends with named Kenny. For some reason, I have a date with Kenny, and I have to wear a dress. Ewww on both counts. We're all riding in a van to the place where I'll have the date. I'm wearing the stupid dress. The seating is weird. The girls have some sort or experiment of project they're working on. We arrive. I'm supposed to dance? Grr...

Now we're all in a video game, fighting people with guns. I lead the retreat to a more defensible position. It's one of those old 2D sidescroller type games, and I can actually dodge the bullets/laser beams.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat in some huge room. I sat in a school desk, which was part of some U-shaped area of either desks or tables, maybe made out of wood. Other than this structure, the room was empty.

The room had orange-tan colored walls, which were as tall as the walls of a cathedral. Along the top of the wall ran some kind of LED display, like an electronic ticker tape display that scrolls out news.

The sign was saying that somebody, possibly Sir Isaac Newton, had confessed his guilt regarding something. This was something like a murder, or a rather contemporary, scandalous-sounding crime.

Previously I'd been accused of this crime. Now that Sir Isaac Newton had confessed, I would no longer be considered guilty.

A woman came up to the desk where I was sitting. She may have stood me up to lead me away. I may have been working at something on a computer. I may have been a little reluctant to leave the work.

Dream #2

In an almost completely dark room, there was a girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, standing in an orange-peach colored dress. The dress was in the eighteenth century style, with the outer layer in a sheer kind of material. The girl may have had her back left leg lifted behind her, as if she were performing a ballet step.

Dream #3

I was in a dark space, almost like a small corridor on a large airplane or in a space station. I walked toward a dimly lit area near the "front" of this corridor.

The astronaut Michael Collins was in the lit space, working at a small box of machinery. Collins looked young, and he may have been wearing a NASA jumpsuit.

I may have worked with Collins. I figured I was going to help him with whatever he was doing right now.

Dream #4

I was alone in a bedroom. The room was kind of big and it had high walls. But it felt like a college dorm room, not a bedroom. There may have been a regular bed and at least one bunk bed.

Suddenly the lights went out in the room. There was a tiny bit of light in the room, giving everything a very faint, very dim blue tint.

I felt my way around in the room, waving my arms in front of me -- although I may actually have been doing this before the lights went out. I was frantically trying to turn the lights back on, either with the power of my own mind or by finding the light switch. But I couldn't do it.

I told myself not to panic. I went to the door. Even though I was kind of disappointed with myself for being so afraid that I wanted to leave the room, I was going to leave. I couldn't think of how to get the light on, and I couldn't stand being in darkness.

But when I got to the front door, I was also afraid. I felt like there were people out in the hallway (like the hallway of a college dorm hall) waiting to attack me.

I looked through the peephole on my door. Outside I saw, leaning against the wall opposite the hall from my door, a young, blonde woman, pale skinned, very pretty, dressed in blue jeans and a black, turtleneck sweater. She leaned against the wall with her hands joined and placed behind her.

(Note: I've been using being alone in an empty room as a dream-sign, hopefully to induce lucids. I noticed that many of my lucids have occurred when I was alone in a room. So I've had quite a few "alone in a room" dreams -- and I've still failed. Ugh.)

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I'm at my elementary/middle school again, though I recognize it as my old high school in the dream. At first, I'm meeting a handful of my current friends there. I ride up on my bike and see none of them have arrived. I feel the stares of several past classmates, reluctant to start a conversation with someone they were never really friends with in high school. I wait patiently as I notice a few of my crew walking up.

I turn around to notice several of my friends already present, waiting at a table for me. We chat for a while and then go on our way. As I'm walking around the campus, things seem normal though I feel as though I haven't been there in a while. I'm here to take a class I missed during my real high school years, as is everyone else. The only people walking around are people I know from the past.

I walk up to a new building. An auditorium with several people I recognize walking in. I assume this is the place I'm supposed to be and follow them in. As I sit down, I realize I'm wearing a dress, though I'm not ashamed of it. It's normal. A present friend of mine turns around and lets out a light chuckle as if I'm not ready for what we're going to be doing in class. I hear the professor welcome everyone to Singing class, and that everyone must perform before they leave.

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Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
My recall is returning with school, as I believed would happen! This entry is from a short nap I took yesterday.

It was daytime; I was outside on a vast plane of land. You could see nothing else but flat ground covered in dead grass, except for one long, stretched-out hill that looked like the raised side of a ditch. This hill, raised a good seven or eight feet off the flat ground, went on for at least a mile, and this was where I was walking. The entire area had a vacant air to it, and the sky was a single-tone hue of rather pale blue which helped to create this atmosphere. Besides my own rather brisk walking movements along the top of the hill, everything was still. It almost felt like I was indoors, but not quite. I kept walking and eventually started heading down the hill, but not sharply; I took my time and mostly kept going forward. The perspective right now was in third-person, and I was viewing myself from the ground level about ten feet away.

The perspective changed, however, a few moments after I saw a girl in a pretty blue dress come into my third-person vision. She had blonde hair and was a bit younger than me, but not by much. She was fairly slim. I was now viewing things in first-person. I took a few more steps, looking down the length of the hill. I then felt her presence and turned to look behind me, upwards towards the top of this hill. I saw her there and I felt threatened, so I started walking up towards her with a glare in my eyes and gestured suddenly with my right hand, pushing it up into the air and slightly towards the left.

The ground ripped up in a big chunk along the top of the hill, right in front of the girl, sending dry clods of dirt and brown dust everywhere. The cloud of dust was probably only a bit taller than my own height of 5.4", but some of it sank down the sides of the hill.

"Get out of here," I warned her as the cloud was still clearing up.

She was nowhere to be found after the dust vanished, but I knew she wasn't gone quite yet.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Three women appeared in succession. They all looked very similar. They were very pretty, white, with curly, blonde hair and pale eyes. They were probably wearing a lot of makeup, especially rouge.

The women each wore a dress of the same cut -- kind of 1970s style, squarish, with a loose blouse and skirt, made the accentuate the women's thinness. The blouse layered a tiny bit over the waist. The front of the blouse may have had tiny buttons going down the center.

The first woman wore either a blue dress or a red dress; the second woman, either a red dress or a blue dress; and the third, a black dress. Each woman wore a matching hat, like a beret, which sat on the right side of her head.

Dream #2

I may have been reading something. I may also have been hearing what I was reading. Reasons were going to be listed for the failure of a certain project.

Reason number one was being given. I saw the "1)" and the text of the reason being written out, as if on a page, but as if the page were an image superimposed over another image on a TV. Reason number one was that the people in the project were working without any sense of ethical or historical reference.

The "2)" of reason number two was written out. The other numbers may also have been writtenout. But the reasons were all left blank.

I'm in Haven, on Teraluna.
This time I immediately think about stabilizing my dream properly.
I try to focus on all of my senses and recall some of those very long and stable dreams I've had.
I do so by sitting in a meditative pose. Yuya is waiting for me to finish stabilizing so we can go somewhere.
At first I'm a bit worried that I'm loosing precious time by doing this, but these worries quickly fade away.
Suddenly I feel sort of a click, all over my body.
It feels as if I was lightheaded all the time and it just went away.

I investigate my surroundings, an all I can think of is "this is so real".

"I'm ready... I think?"
"Yes, you are."

Yuya stares deeply into my eyes and projects images of a distant world into my mind.
She grabs my hand and I teleport the both of us to the world she's shown me.



It's a beautiful world, not unlike some places on earth.
Buildings are made out of mostly white stone which gives everything a very special and slightly surreal look.
We enter one of the buildings and meet up with a women who's been waiting for us.
She talks with Yuya for a bit and another woman appears.
But this time I immediately recognize who she is.
I can feel that I am much more aware than I have been in my dreams recently.

"Hello Faye."
"Ah, you're learning!"
"Let's hope that I am..."

Yuya joins us and proceeds to explain the story of this world.
It is split into two factions, the Dei-ya, who seek enlightenment, and another race who seeks power.
The world was originally split in two, but over the past few years the Dei-ya have lost most of it to the other faction.
However, these lands were not lost through wars.
There is some sort of council in place, consisting of the leaders of both races, and all decisions require a majority of council members to agree.
Even though each faction has an identical number of council members, the Dei-ya are physically much weaker than the other faction,
and they are easily intimidated into taking decisions they do not want to make.

Only one women was able to stand up to the other faction, but she passed away recently.
Today is a new council meeting in which the other faction will attempt to acquire world dominance, and there is no-one there to stop them.
The story sounds a bit familiar, but I decide not to worry about that.
Yuya explains that the woman who passed away will have to be replaced by a new council member.

"How strong exactly are those people from the other faction?"
"Quite strong, but no match for us."
"I see you're having the same idea I'm having. One of us is going to be on tonight's council session as a Dei-ya member."
"So who's going to do it?"
"Well, all Dei-ya council members are women so..."
"You're going to do it then?"
"Unfortunately, that won't work, many people around here know who I am. They'll realize I am not Dei-ya."
"Oh... that's a bit of a problem, what can we do?"
"Well... I'm afraid you're going to have to do it..."
"..."

What?

"Erm... I'm not sure if I'll pass as a woman Yuya..."
"Well, not the way you're looking right now, that's for sure..."

I'm really starting to dislike this. What does she plan? Dress me up as a women?
Faye bursts out laughing, but then Yuya explains.

"Your dream body, does it look like your waking life body?"
"Well, no, not exactly, there are many similarities, but no, it's not the same."
"So, why is your dream body male?"
"... because I'm... oh boy... I see where this is going."

Yuya smiles and summons a huge mirror.

"Transforming into the opposite gender is actually quite easy, your dream body actually contains the information for both genders."
"Great... so I'm going to have to turn into a girl?"

Faye finds all of this highly amusing, me on the other hand, not so much.
I decide to lighten up though, after all it could be interesting, but it is quite awkward...
I attempt to shift my form, not really sure what the hell I'm doing, but everything works surprisingly easy.
I feel the bones in my body slightly rearranging which feels massively weird, but the process only lasts a split second.

So here I'm standing, in front of that mirror, looking at myself, and I cannot really believe my eyes.
Faye comments on the situation: "Oh my, you're quite hot Hyu, haha."
Yuya agrees: "You're adorable."

Both of them are having one hell of a time.
I look down and immediately spot my breasts. This is so weird.
I poke one of them which causes Faye to break out in laughter.
I'm still wearing nothing but the white pants I usually wear in my dream, it all looks so wrong.
However I do look cute as a woman. I have long curly red hair and a few freckles around my nose.

Yuya hands me a white dress. I'm a bit surprised where she got it from.
I awkwardly put it on when Yuya explains that it's one of her's, she's borrowing it to me.
Wearing Yuya's clothes makes everything even more awkward. I have trouble maintaining composure.
This is looking much better already.
I then proceed to drop my pants, but then I am suddenly shocked because it feels like something is missing.

"What's up Hyu?"
"I..."
"What? Is something wrong."

I look at Yuya, and the only thing I can manage to say is:

"Penis."
"... Hyu?"
"It's missing, I'm freaking the fuck out."

Both Faye and Yuya burst out laughing.
Once the initial shock fades I find it amusing myself as well. This is a dream body... I'm so silly.
I said penis... pfff this is ridiculous.

We're on our way to the council meeting and I am given a bracelet with a crescent moon hanging from it.
It is a symbol that I am a council member.
The last few steps I have to walk alone, Yuya and Faye have to remain behind, only council members are allowed into this room.
It feels so weird being a women.
I have such a hard time not staring at my own breasts, how do women manage not to do so all the time?
I notice that I am wearing the same necklace Faye got me in the mermaid dream.

Finally in the room, I sit down in what appears to be the council leaders spot on the Dei-ya side.
Some of the Dei-ya are very surprised by this, but the only women who is in on it makes a sign that everything is alright.
The council meeting is very straightforward. The opposite leader requires that we give up all lands and even retreat from the council.

"That does sound like a rather unreasonable request."

He's angry, he figured this would be easy, that there would be no resistance.
I can feel that everyone besides me on the Dei-ya side is very scared.

"Then what do you propose, woman?"
"... How about you return all of the lands you have stolen from us, ain't that a more reasonable request?"

Everyone in the room is shocked, and the opposite leader is furious, but that's exactly what I'm aiming for.

"If only you Dei-ya had some guts, we'd settle this by a duel to the death!"
"Should I consider this a challenge?"
"... are you fucking serious?"
"If you win, the world is yours, if I win, you go back where you came from and return what belongs to us."
"... AHAHAHAHAHA you're a fool! I challenge you! Let's duel!"

I feel bad putting the Dei-ya's world on the line, but they're about to loose it anyways, and I'm confident I can take him on.
We step outside as he is immediately eager to kill me and settle this.

"To the death!"
"Tenjho Tenge!"

Why did I say that? Is that a common thing to say before a duel?



He immediately charges me with that stupidly large sword of his, and furry black wings drawn from his body.
I can easily feel how strong he is, his aura is so easy to read.
I concentrate a moderate quantity of divine energy into my left hand, thinking it would be too weird to awaken the dragon as a Dei-ya.
Before he reaches me, I release the energy towards him and he is immediately thrown back.
His sword shatters from the shockwave of the energy, and his wings burst into flames.

Everyone is extremely surprised, no-one says a word.

"I... I give up!"
"Excuse me what now?"
"I give up! You can have your lands back!"
"And you call this a duel to the death? Are you kidding me?"
"I... please have mercy!"

Unbelievable. What a weakling.
All tough when he knows there's no-one to resist him and as soon as he meets someone more powerful he starts crying like a kid.

"Fine... declare your defeat."
"I am defeated!"
"Then begone."

All of them leave. They aren't going to attempt anything for a long time.
They always knew that nobody could stand up to them, but now that this is no longer true they're afraid, much more afraid than the Dei-ya are.

One of the Dei-ya asks me:

"Who are you?"
"A friend of a friend."

I say nothing more and leave, finally my turn to act all mysterious, I like it.
Before I am able to meet back up with Yuya the dream fades away.


*Tenjho Tenge is a manga/anime.
It translates to "Heaven & Earth"

With yesterdays successful DILD, I decided to attempt to WILD today.
I set myself an alarm to go off after 5 hours of sleep, but I fell back asleep immediately after turning off the alarm. ~_~

I'm at some sort of party, but it all seems a bit weird.
There's mostly older people, and everyone is dressed very nicely.
I notice that I myself am wearing a suit.
The place has an absolutely huge dance floor, and everyone seems to be dancing.
I feel completely out of place and sort of at a loss what to do.
I'm not just going to ask a random 40 year old women to dance now am I? Plus I can't really dance...
I walk towards what seems to be a bar, contemplating to awkwardly have a drink while everyone else is dancing.

But on my way to the bar I notice that the lighting in this place is rather odd.
Everything seems so... gray?
It's not like everything is lacking color, but everything seems so desaturated and sort of sad.

But then I see her, the women in red.
She's wearing a really nice red dress and seems to completely violate the current lighting setup in this room.
Even though everything else is desaturated and lacks contrast, her dress is extremely bright, to the point where it nearly blinds me.
My curiosity draws me towards her, and as I get closer, I realize who it is... Yuya!

As I become lucid, all the colors become brighter, and the whole scene becomes somewhat normally lighted, except for Yuya, who still stands out quite a bit.
She's the only one by herself, and is just standing there in the center of the dancefloor.
Trying not to get too excited, I approach her. She doesn't see me coming because she's staring in the opposite direction, but she probably knows that I'm approaching her anyways.
As I get closer I'm a bit surprised to see that her hair is all wet.
I whisper in her ear:

"Wanna dance?"
"Of course!"

We start to dance to some music I don't really know. I'm a bit worried that I might suck at dancing, but everything works out surprisingly well.
Her wet hair smells of Teraluna.
The dancing is rather energetic, we turn around quickly and the background turns into motion blur, so I can only see Yuya clearly.
This makes it rather difficult not to stare at her, especially because she has those extremely beautiful and bright eyes with infinite details.
The glowingly bright dress isn't really helping either.
But after some time I manage to relax and enjoy the dance.
Everyone else appears to go away, leaving the dance floor to Yuya and myself.

It's a bit weird seeing her in a red dress. She's always wearing white, blue or green, basically cold colors, which are dominant in my dreams.
My last dream already featured a surprising amount of warm colors, how weird. Has something changed?
We dance for some more without talking. We share some thoughts which I unfortunately cannot remember.

The dream starts to fade away and I know there is no way to stabilize it. Somehow I'm aware that it's late and I'm waking up.
I give Yuya a big hug and the dream ends.

Dream - Lucid

I was with someone, I can't quite remember who, but we were outside in the middle of this swarm of little white wispy things.

~

I was in my car with the guy who was apparently my boyfriend. I think he was Asian. I was sitting in the back seat, and my boyfriend was sitting in the driver's seat. I'm not sure where we were going.

A police officer came and sat in the passenger's side seat, and started asking us questions. It was about some safety thing or something, I'm not sure. I was nervous, though, because in the compartment in the arm rest in between the driver's and passenger's side seat, I had a bag with the end of a joint in it, and I also had my pipe in a box.

When the officer finished talking to us, he seemed satisfied. I thought we were home free. Then, he opened the arm rest compartment and started digging around. Fuck. I'm screwed. He dug through it, pulling out some trash and some odds and ends. When he got to the bag, before he had fully examined it, I leaned up and told him it was weed. I wasn't about to deny it and get in more trouble. He didn't say much of anything, but kept the bag with the joint. He kept digging around, but never pulled out my pipe. It was in there in its box, but he never got it out. He left the car with the joint. I was relieved that I didn't get in trouble.

Then, I remember seeing an old car with the engine exposed. The engine had caught on fire. The girl driving it didn't seem to notice. The flames got bigger and bigger as she drove away. I was worried her car would explode and she'd get killed.

I was then with my boyfriend in some room. I think we had just gotten some weed and were about to smoke. I remember holding my pipe. The room we were in was really interesting. There was a huge movie screen, and we were sitting on the other side of a railing. It was almost kind of outside and inside at the same time. I feel like it was really late at night. I remember we were sitting on some cushions or pillows, and there was a huge rack of pretty dressed next to us. I remember being flirty with my boyfriend, laughing and having a good time, but he seemed distracted. It was not a good sign. I could tell that he was having second thoughts about me, and it was only a matter of time before he broke it off.

There were also some cats there, 3 I believe. They were as fluffy as my cat, Belle, but they were a chocolatey, smoky color instead of white. I petted one of them as he came over to me. At that time, I also found out the girl in the flaming car was ok. Her car had exploded, but she had gotten out of the car before it happened.

I then saw Patsy from the show Absolutely Fabulous. She was standing by the rack of clothes and mocking me, telling me that she had planned for my boyfriend to not want to be with me. I was pissed.

I then remember going through the rack of dresses. Some of them fell off the hangers. I picked them up and put them back on the hangers one by one. Some of them were kind of wrinkled from falling onto the floor. I picked up a bright green silky dress. It was very pretty, but not really my style. I said something to my boyfriend about it. I don't think he said anything back. We sat there for awhile in silence as I let my mind wander until I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A young version of Ozzy Osbourne reclined in a longish chair. The young Ozzy had long hair and a kind of big pot belly. Ozzy wore a long, white cotton dress that may have had a patch of black on it.

Ozzy either said or thought, "The greatest shall be least, and the least shall be greatest." He might have said this with my voice or thought it as if he were thinking it through my thoughts.

Dream #2

I was looking down to a baby that sat on the floor. The baby wore nothing but a diaper and may have been playing with some toys.

I looked up and saw that I was in a video store. The store kind of reminded me of a Hollywood Video in my hometown. There were rows and rows of shelves of videotapes. I was amazed at how huge the place was.

Dream #3

No vision. I had the thought, "I might take a book with me."

Dream #4

A black man stood before a reception desk in some kind of lobby. The desk and walls were designed to look like they were made of wood. But the color was so strange -- a kind of greyish, purplish brown that everything seemed to sink into. There may also have been a column of the same color near the desk.

A black woman sat behind the desk. She asked the man if she could help him. The man replied in a gentle, slightly high-pitched voice, "Service desk?"

Dream #5

I was in a room with a woman and a man. The room felt like a hotel room or meeting room. It was bright with natural light, which was probably yellowed by the room's fluorescent light. I sat in a wooden chair, like for a dining table. The woman sat off to my left, possibly sitting in a bigger chair or possibly even sitting on a small coffee table. The man sat on a couch that seemed to be made out of white leather.

I couldn't see the woman, although I think she was young, maybe in her 20s. The man was older, maybe in his late 50s. He was kind of short, but strong-looking. He had tough, tan, slightly wrinkled skin. He had white hair that was a little wiry, though it was arranged well. He wore khaki slacks, a navy blue blazer, and a pale blue dress shirt.

I had apparently been complaining to the man about something. He asked me if I wanted him to talk to ----- about it. I said no, that that didn't seem like the right person to talk to. It may have seemed like talking to that person may have struck me as making too big a deal out of the situation. But there was a different person I thought we could talk to.

The man was disappointed in me for not wanting to take his suggestion. Before I could even tell him about the other person, the man stood up out of the couch. I was standing as well. The man said, "Bah!" And shoved past me, heading out the door.

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


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

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


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


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


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

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



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

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Two women were side, by side, embracing each other at the waist. The women were either soap opera stars or movie stars. They were probably having their pictures taken by the press. They were in the middle of a huge crowd, probably at some kind of really classy party.

Both women looked glamorous, with tan skin and long, black hair parted on top and pulled back. One of them may have had long eyelashes. Both women wore shoulderless, black dresses. One of the dresses may actually have cornered up at one shoulder. One dress had feathers or leaf-like designs on the front. Either one or both of the girls may have been wearing a big, diamond pendant or necklace.

Dream #2

A commercial or an infomercial. A middle-aged Elizabeth Taylor, possibly wearing a kind of shimmery, blue and silver dress (or a dark blue, velvet dress?) stood in a chest-up shot, addressing the camera.

Taylor's chest was decorated with a few big (6 or 7 cm) diamond pins and pendants, in a kind of random fashion. Taylor was talking about how beautiful her diamonds were and how she wasn't ashamed about living with such extravagance.

Taylor said, "But now you, too, can look like you live as glamorously as I do, with new fake diamonds. These diamonds look just like my diamonds do. Why look!"

A kind of short, bald, skinny, white man with a thin mustache and wearing a tuxedo walked up to Taylor. The man was probably a butler. He held a framed backing of blue velvet, against which were set a selection of huge pins and pendants, like the ones Taylor wore. The idea was, apparently, that Taylor was going to compare her diamonds to the fake diamonds on the display.

Taylor continued some kind of speech before the butler interrupted her. The butler cleared his throat and told Taylor that he was holding the real diamonds, and that Taylor was wearing the fake ones.

Taylor gave a look of surprise to the camera, as if to say, "Incredible! Even I can't tell the difference!"

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a kitchen in a small suburban house at night. The kitchen was dim, as if lit only by a small fluorescent light from some place like over the counter or the sink. A small oval table filled up most of the kitchen. The kitchen opened directly to the living room and gave a straight view to the house's front door, which was open.

I seem to have seen everything from a point of view as if I were sitting on the floor or as if I were a small child standing near the table.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen. Some of them were probably my family members. Others were possibly friends of my family members, but I'm pretty sure I didn't know them. We were celebrating some kind of Asian ceremonial dinner.

My old friend L stood up and said that her husband was in the bedroom. Apparently he was too sick to come out into the kitchen with the rest of us. But he was still going to celebrate the Asian ceremony. I could see him in bed, wearing pale blue, 1950s style pajamas, sitting in a big, fluffy bed, possibly even with an old style ice pack on his head and a thermometer in his mouth.

L had prepared a whole tray of dinner items for her husband. The tray was silver, and there was a tall, thin, silver coffee pot on it. L herself was dressed in an "Asian-style" (???) black, silk mini-dress. The dress was sparsely adorned along the chest with gleaming squares of red and green glass or jewels. At the waist there were squares of diamonds (?) which were arranged to look like a thick belt.

L looked so beautiful, and her dress' adornments gleamed so brightly that everybody was stunned into silence as she walked out of the kitchen. In the living room she turned left and walked out of sight. One guy in particular, possibly a fattish, oldish man, had his mouth wide open in arousal.

There seemed to be much fewer people in the kitchen now. In fact, it may have been just my mom, one other person, and I. I now saw a line of older, Asian men walking into the house and filing into the kitchen. There were three or four men.

The men wore long, slender robes of a thin material like bed sheets. The robes were kind of neutral colors, like pale, light brown. They had kind of standard, paisley-like designs, like you might see on a bandana. The men also wore headdresses that seemed to be made out of something like wicker or twisted twigs. The headdresses were like three or four tall loops that tiered upward to look something like crowns. At least one of the men also wore eyeglasses.

Despite this kind of drab appearance, something about the Asian men seemed to be iridescent and gleaming, as if just a thin patina of some kind of purple, pink, and blue material were coating the crowns and possibly also the robes. I didn't know whether to be impressed by or disappointed by the men.

I ended up walking away from the table and into the living room as my mom began speaking with the men, possibly doing something like making arrangements for whatever kind of ceremony they might be performing for everybody at the house. As I walked away from the table I was probably seeing from the viewpoint of a small child.

I could hear my mom talking as I walked into the living room. When I got into the living room, it was daytime. The living room was kind of full of bright daylight. I turned left. I now saw from my adult height. One of my uncles possibly sat in a recliner chair at the left side of the room.

My mom was still in the kitchen, talking with someone like my uncle. I could hear her as if she were speaking from within the back of my head. She was complaining about my uncle (as if she weren't speaking to him!). She said, "I have a lot of energy to do things. Not like him. Because I don't do all those things he does, like listen to rock music and write weird stories on the internet."

I felt guilty because I listen to rock music and write stories on the internet. So I felt like maybe I was wasting my energy instead of doing useful things. I may have started looking at a tall, thin bookcase which was near the front door.

I now had a view of a scene like from a movie. There were two male police officers. They were plainclothes detectives, and they were dressed in suits, possibly 1970s style suits. One cop was black. The other cop was Mexican, and may have looked like a fat, worn-out version of Jimmy Smits.

One of the cops got shot in the stomach. The other cop seemed to be really surprised by this, and he opened and puckered his mouth as if he himself had gotten shot in the stomach.

Dream #2

I was in a room that was like a copy room in an office. But it also seemed to be part of some building in the woods, like a ranger center in a national park. There was a window letting in a moderate amount of natural light. But there were no lights on in the room, I think. The room itself may have been pretty cluttered. There was even a cot-like bed near the door into the hallway of the office.

I stood by the copier, waiting for some printing job of mine to come out. Apparently I was waiting for some kind of series of pages of charts or tables for a report that my boss was putting out.

The job itself was four pages long, each page with two tables. The tables themselves may have consisted of a title section and a body. But both the title and body were just empty rectangles. There were paragraphs of description between each table. A number of copies were being printed out, but they were interspersed with two other jobs that some other people at the office were printing out.

Both of the other jobs were being printed in color. They had green lettering. One just appeared to be the print out of a Power Point presentation -- although it seemed like it was only the back pages of the presentation: all the legal disclosures "fine print." The other report seemed to be written all in Arabic. It may have been a full report, including maps (of Africa?), but it also included a lot of "fine print" pages, also in Arabic.

The jobs were all being printed out so randomly that I had to sift through all the pages just to find my pages. I was getting so tired that I actually sat down in a small, cot-like chair right next to the copier's feed area and slouched far back while shuffling through the loads of paper that kept coming out.

I was apparently wearing khaki shorts and no shirt. My pale blue shirt, which I wear to bed at night, was laying somewhere, as if I had been wearing it, but I had taken it off. Also, at some point, bright, fluorescent lights were on in the copy room.

As I shuffled through the loads of paper, I became really interested in the report written in Arabic. I couldn't understand any of it, obviously, but it seemed to be about something really interesting.

Suddenly my boss opened the door. The chair was so close to the door that my boss couldn't open the door all the way. He looked in and saw what I was doing -- looking through all these other reports. He started to ask me about something work-related. But, disgusted with me, he stopped talking and just shut the door.

I felt bad for having been looking at the other reports. But I then wondered why I should feel bad. My boss had set me to the task of retrieving all these pages. And that's what I was doing. They were just all coming out so randomly that I had begun to occupy myself with other stuff in the meantime.

But, still, feeling guilty, I stood up and walked around in the copy room, as if walking around would somehow prove that I was actually working. The lights were off again in the copy room, and only natural light from the window came in.

I could now hear my boss complaining to someone, possibly one of his bosses, about how he had discovered me in the copy room, wearing shorts and no shirt. I suddenly became conscious of the weirdness of my attire, even though I had been aware of my attire before. I wondered how I could have worn my night time shorts and shirt to work, and what would have made me take off my shirt altogether.

There was apparently a back door to the copy room now. It was open. I looked out. There was something like a forest scene: pine trees, and grey, kind of chilly light.

I looked back into the copy room to find my shirt. I may have found it on the bed. I walked over to the bed. The bed was now full of food. A lot of the food was stuff like snack bars and yogurt-covered fruit and nuts and stuff. Some of the snack bars were like oatmeal with red jelly. There were also Ziploc bags and brown paper lunch bags on the table. There may also have been some kind of padded carrying bags.

I realized that I had to put together a few lunches, at least for myself. It wasn't quite like I was going on a hiking trip, but it was like I was going away for a while, and possibly into the woods. I may have been going with a group of friends. I started to focus on the task of putting the lunches together. I wondered if I would do a good job.

I was now standing next to my sister. My sister's best friend A was also in the room. My sister may have said something. I may have made a really careless comment that made my sister feel really bad about herself. I realized as soon as I'd said it that I shouldn't have said it.

My sister made a weird comment, in a cheerful tone, regarding the way people feel when people make bad comments about them. It was like my sister wasn't acknowledging -- maybe didn't even realize -- the bad thing I'd said. But she was expressing almost exactly my guilty feelings after what I'd said.

I looked at my sister. She was really short and really fat. She had a scrunched in, extremely solid-looking face, which looked like the face of A's mother, except that it was deep red and rock hard. I felt really bad, because I felt like my statement may have made my sister look like this.

It was now like the room was just a bedroom-sized room with just the bed in it. The back door still opened out to the forest. The floor was white tile. My mom now came into the room at some point and began complaining about my sister. I walked out of the room at some point. I walked into a hallway which may have led to a living room. I then came back into the room.

For some reason my sister and A had taken over the task of putting the lunches together. But they may actually have stopped making the lunches. We were still going away into the mountains. But it was also like we weren't going into the mountains. We were no longer going outside.

My sister explained. She said she'd heard some kind of siren-like or buzzing noise outside. This noise was something like either a man-made alarm or some other kind of indicator of a dangerous situation. My sister said, "It sound like there's going to be a lot of radiation outside. I thought we shouldn't go out there. I even think this might be the end of everything for us. There might be too much radiation in the air."

My friends were helping me find a dress for a school dance. I found one at Kohl's and brought it home. It was a long colorful geometric dress. When I tried it on, it was too big. I said we had to go back and get a smaller size, but we never did.