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So, in this dream I had a couple moments of lucidity and I even had thoughts of a fellow DV member, though sadly I never got to find them or interact with them. I hope they show up in a dream again. It would seriously help me in the Competition Thread.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself downtown on the south side of the river, and I’mheaded to the U.T. Law Center, represented in my dream by an oversized versionof the Palmer Events Center, round and taller than any of the other structuresalong the river shore.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Since I seem to lack transportation I hitch a ride withthree young women who appear to have recently been swimming at Barton Springs.All are wearing bikini tops and loose skirts, tan skin showing their dedicationto the sun. I seem to know these women pretty well though I can’t recall everspeaking any of their names out loud. I’m glad they picked me up. The day iswarm and the walk would have been long.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We’re driving in a large convertible, something left overfrom the 70’s I suspect. It’s wide with a heavy body, painted an off-whitecolor though I think it’s just the age of the exterior that makes it look thisway. As we turn into the parking lot for the Law Center the car bounces usaround and into each other, but no one complains. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The parking lot is bumpy and unpaved but as we progressthrough it the ride becomes smoother. The ground, previously dry and uniform,is now a rocky surface covered with water varying in depth from a couple inchesto just over a foot. The water is clear despite being in a well-traveledparking lot, and I connect this to the thoughts about the women swimming. Theview of this terrain brings me to lucidity, knowing that I should be in aparking lot formerly occupied by a Mexican restaurant and a Hooters. The wateris way too blue in spots to even exist in its present form. I rarely see thisshade of blue and the word ‘azure’ comes into my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] Though I had beensitting in the back seat of the car I suddenly find myself on the back of theyoung woman who had been driving, and the other women disappear. The car isalso gone, and somehow we are gliding over the terrain. I seem to bepiggybacked onto the young woman, and as she looks over her left shoulder at meI lay my head against her back, my face against her skin between her shoulderblades. She is soft, warm, and it feels nice to be close to her. The vividnessof being lucid allows me to examine her skin in detail, though I remainrespectful and resist the urge to nuzzle as she is quickly carrying me to mydestination. I do give her the briefest of kisses, and I think about how I missbeing held.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We seem to have no trouble avoiding the bumps and notstepping majorly into the water, and in no time I find myself entering themassive complex, the women all left to go their own way. I walk in and beginworking my way to the third floor. The levels are separated by a curving slopedpassageway that surrounds the exterior of the building, windows all along theoutside, as if I’m walking up the threads of a massive screw. The third floorof this building is as high as the twelfth floor of any ordinary structure.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the curve on the third floor I find myselfjust outside the Civil Liberties Center, a place where I know I can get helpfor my friend who has been erroneously imprisoned. With the outside windows tomy right I am facing the entrance to my destination. To my left is a corridor,and beside that is a bathroom. The halls are separated by a gray door, thecovering of a large electrical panel. I wonder briefly about the wisdom ofplacing electrical access in the main hallway but I do not stick around toponder the question. My friend is in need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Entering the Civil Liberties Center I am almost disappointedby how understated the room is. The room is less than 20 feet wide and perhapsnot more than 15 feet deep. A large counter spans the space between walls, andbehind it is a tall and rather thin hippie, busy at work stacking hundreds ofpublications into piles, all of which have some kind of orange lettering on thecover. His skin is sickly white, as though he hasn’t seen sun in years. He iswearing a loose shirt and some very tight blue-jean shorts that extend to justabove his knees, allowing his pasty legs to be visible. I think he may bewearing a hat but it wasn’t important enough to remember. He grins as he works,a scary look for his appearance, and it seems as if he has forgotten what asmile is supposed to represent. I’m a little creeped out by him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A curved wall is to my right, and outside the window I cansee a long above-ground covered walkway leading into the nearby building, somesort of processing complex that I may need to visit next. I’m not entirely surewhat it is though I suspect it’s where Sivason is being held. I can’t see howit connects to the building I am in but it looks like it could be on the floorbelow me. I don’t recall passing any access point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m standing against the curved wall, my back pressedagainst it as I try to keep out of the way. To my right is another personstanding just as I am, dressed mostly in black and much younger than me. Theyhave a subversive look to them, as though they are here to cause trouble. Ilook past him and my gaze is upon the piles of publications, my efforts turnedto deciphering the lettering on the cover. I have to strain to get a glimpse Ican focus on, and as the lettering resolves itself I see it has the logo of theUniversity of Texas on the cover. Instantly I am uninterested, knowing thatnothing they publish could help me in my situation. Before the logo becameclear I had considered picking up a copy to see what it was, but I no longercare.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As my gaze turns back towards the room I become aware of thesecurity guard standing perhaps three feet in front of me. He’s a black man ina bright blue uniform and he is staring at me intently. His eyes areunsettling, and I feel slightly threatened.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The young man standing next to me mutters the word “protest”,and I’m not sure if he is at the Center to protest or he protests the behaviorof the security guard. Either way the word provokes a reaction from the man infront of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You know what we do to people who protest around here?” Hespeaks slowly and his voice has clear malice in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not wanting to seem bothered, and feeling slightly annoyed,I reply, “Give them a cookie?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Second-guessing myself and deciding I probably shouldn’tupset the man, I decide to humor him and make an allowance for his overtly rudedemeanor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, what?” I try not to sound condescending.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“We string them up by their feet and leave them.” His threat is unveiled, and though hiswording is rather vague I’m filled with the impression that I don’t want to beleft anywhere by him.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The hippie behind the counter, who has been quiet up to now,suddenly chimes in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Heh, you better believe him!” His voice sounds old andcracks like he hasn’t been drinking enough fluids. His creepy smile only addsto the effect, completing the appearance of someone who has lost his ability todeduce reality.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I roll my eyes in disgust for both of them and simply walkout, back to the hallway I was in previously. I think my next goal will be totry the other station that is slightly down the side corridor I passed on myway in. In the mean time I feel angry, and my compulsion to express that angerleads me to hang a large book from the edge of the electrical panel, danglingby a thick elastic cord. In my mind I know this will upset them and get evenwith them for my poor treatment, though I can’t even imagine how it would causeanyone grief. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never seem to make it to the other counter and I’m insteadovertaken by my need to use the bathroom. I walk into a room that is not partof the complex I had been in, white stucco walls giving me the impression ofbeing inside a house from my past. The room is large for a bathroom, spacious,and the main furnishing is a toilet set against a small outcropping of wall.Beyond the potty is a hallway leading into a closet pass-through and a bedroomwith two people in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The toilet has a thick, padded seat on it, and it’s an oddsensation to experience below my butt. Finishing my business on the toilet Ireach for the handle to flush it and the loud sound of water swirling in thebowl fills the room. I look at the toilet as I realize the swirl is toointense, and some of the water is going too high. The seat and lid is slightlyaskew where it’s attached and this allows water to splash on the floor and thewall. My irritation at the thought of having to take care of this is almostenough to make me cry.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the toilet paper as the closest source ofabsorbency I begin sopping up the spills. Some of the liquid seems to be mixedwith pee that has stained the floor and the bottom of the wall next to thetoilet. As I reach maximum capacity for each lump of toilet paper I throw itinto the corner to soak up any water it can handle, knowing that I will stillhave to clean up that mess.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is a large bucket, similar to the 5-gallon stylefound at any local hardware store. Water has splashed on it also, and I reachover to pour it off, not expecting the deluge that pours off the lip of thebucket just below the lid. My feet are wet, the floor is wet, and now I haveeven more mess to clean up. At least the spill is just water, and I continuepouring, watching as the fluid splashes and dances in the light spilling intothe room from a high window. This is my last glimpse of lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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A simple dream, though an interesting one.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Curt was driving his truck. I knew this because he passed meon the road headed to the farm bank.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“See?” I said to someone I was with. “There’s Curt with histruck. He’s always willing to help out when someone needs it. “[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Curt worked at the Subway located in the small buildingadjacent to where Terminix used to be back in the 80’s. He was walking out ofthe building with his wife, one arm wrapped around her shoulder. He lookedhappy to be off work.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I need some sandwiches and a truck.” I was in a hurry toget my task done. I hoped the desperation in my voice would convince him of myserious need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, M-A-B! Here you go. The truck’s in the back lot.” Hegestured over his shoulder in the direction of the back parking lot, slightlybeyond a chain-link fence, and then tossed me a set of keys. He continuedwalking with his wife, presumably towards her car and a night out on the town.He was smiling the whole time, and I was happy that he hadn’t changed in theyears since we stopped working together.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was so happy not to be driving my own vehicle. I left theSubway and almost immediately I found myself on a country road, lined mostly byfarms and occasional homes obscured by clumps of oak trees. Around this timethe truck I was driving switched from being Curt’s to a rental vehicle, atleast in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was driving along a road I identified as Steck, butinstead of the busy multi-lane road which exists in real life the road was asingle lane track constructed on a dirt berm designed to prevent flooding. Theroad was probably six or seven feet higher than the surrounding land which wasmostly dry scrub and fields that had been allowed to go fallow. Along each sideof the road was a steep pitch that dipped a few inches below the level of theadjacent fields, creating a small ditch just big enough to prevent mostvehicles from properly descending the hill. I was glad I was driving a rentedJeep Grand Cherokee because I didn’t want to hurt my vehicle going over thatditch. I knew I would drive my front fender directly into the ground had Idecided to drive off the road.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Since I’m in this Jeep I’m going to give it a try.” I don’tknow who I was speaking to. There was someone else with me but they weren’timportant enough to have a face or a name. I turned the wheel and drove rightoff the road, bouncing down the hill and then leveling out, a feat I could nothave done with any other vehicle, including my own. I was glad I made it butnow I had to drive through the scrub field and on through a patch of woods. Iwasn’t sure I could make it the whole way.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I came to the woods I chose a path which looked thinwith vegetation, comparatively, and simply stepped on the accelerator, hopingmy momentum would carry me through any rough spots. I bounced through someweeds and splashed over a foot-deep pond of muck before going up a slight rise.Here I rumbled over the train tracks and on into Doc’s Back Yard, though itlooked more like Freddie’s Place, an indoor/outdoor restaurant and bar locatedin south Austin. The outdoor seating was surrounded by tall oaks reaching 50feet plus, creating a nice shaded area perfect for an afternoon beer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of enjoying the food or drinks I got out of thevehicle and walked straight through to the front parking lot. I needed to getto the post office across the street, though I could no longer find my package.I figured the logical place to find what I’d lost was the dumpster to my rightand I opened the metal lid on the big metal box. The trash was unusually cleanto come from a restaurant and I had no trouble searching through it, locatingseveral things I wanted but had accidentally thrown out. Unfortunately I couldnot find my package, and I gave up my search feeling sad. Still, I had threerecord albums to listen to and I wanted to go show them to my friend David. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I left the dumpster and headed towards the street, but thetraffic was too intense to cross. I knew I needed a car to get there so Iwalked to a nearby white Toyota and opened the door, figuring whoever itbelonged to wouldn’t mind because they parked it in a public place. I knew thishappens every day in the city.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I couldn’t find the keys to the car but I figured all thesenew modern cars had a button to start them so I began searching around thebuttons on the center console. I found the A/C, the radio, and the charger, butI never could find one for ignition. I began to get mad and decided I wouldsteal all the coins from the little compartment between the seats. Let’s seethem use a parking meter now, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I heard a loud sound on the window and turned to find a guywho looked like a dirty bum except he wore an apron. I wasn’t sure if he ownedthe car or just wanted to get in and go for a ride, but I didn’t want to findout either way. He was starting to drool on the window and that made me want toget out of there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 3- (fragment)[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m in downtown Austin, heading west on what appears to be 7[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3]Street. I’m driving my vehicle with some friends in the back seat, and everyoneis talking.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me is a female jogger wearing bright green shorts.She has a companion but my eye is drawn to the bright green shorts and her nicelegs. I find myself wishing to be her. She’s clearly in great shape, and Ihaven’t been able to run with endurance like hers since high school. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The jogger turns south onto a cross-street. I think aboutfollowing her but I don’t want anyone else in the car to know I’m payingattention to her. She passes a pedi-cab and this gives me a good reason to lookat her. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Look!” I say, “It’s a pedi-cab!” I point out the vehiclebut then realize I could have looked at her and simply not said anything atall. I feel more conspicuous than ever.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we pass the cross-street my vehicle changes into a rickshaw.It feels weird pulling the weight of three people up a hill, and I’m surprisedI can make it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Somehow we end up in an area of downtown that looks like the1880’s, and all the buildings are made of wood. I have the impression we aresomewhere near Joe’s Crab Shack though it isn’t visible. Perhaps it was theappearance of the buildings that made me think of shacks. I don’t really know.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]Dream 4-[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri](Oddly, despite the vivid detail in this dream I don’tbelieve I was lucid, unusual for a dream where I examine carpet and grass indetail)[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding a party at my house. I know this because thereare tons of people around, inside and outside, and all seem to be carrying theplastic Solo cups with their drinks in them. Some people look a bit inebriated,despite the early hour.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking down a set of stairs I am doing my best to allay thefears of one of my friends. Apparently the party is being held for a reason,though my friend is expressing concerns about something important. “Relax”, Itell them,” look around. All these people paid admission to be here.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed there are plenty of people around, and raising themoney necessary should be no problem. Sadly, I never find out what the problemis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of my friends came up behind me at some point and placeda headband on me with pointed cat ears sticking up from it. I smiled andthanked them when it happened but then promptly forgot about their placement onmy head, much like I forgot about the important reason for having a party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Downstairs I walk into what appears to be the cafeteria, andalmost immediately I freak out. I know my hair is pulled back and I wanted itto be down. I hate walking around with my hair pulled back unless it’s a hotday and hat weather. I reach up to feel my hair and find the cat ears stickingup from my head. This calms me down and I relax. I look good in them, and theymake me feel like being in a party mood.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk around the room and talk to various people, playingthe role of a good MC. I pat people on the back, check to make sure they arehaving a fun time. Oddly the triplet daughters of my friend are at the party,and I say hi to them like they were any other party-goer. I think one of themgave me the cat ears.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The party continued on outside and I headed out to the poolhouse. I could see people roaming around in the sun on the lawn between thepool house and the main house but I was more interested in the carpeting justinside the doorway. It was shaggy, an orange-brown color, and seemed out ofplace in a pool house. My view zoomed in and I examined the loops and swirls ofthe fabric that made up the carpet, in much the same way I would examine an oldcoin. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From this view I shifted to examining the blades of grassjust outside the sliding glass door. They were excessively bright, andrealistically vivid, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I wanted to liedown in them and just feel them, but I never did. I could smell them, adistinct smell that was accompanied by a hint of chlorine and suntan lotionfrom the nearby pool. I never saw the pool but I knew it had to be aroundsomewhere. The grass was apparently more interesting.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Highly fragmented. I remember driving down what was probably the Monumental Axis in Brazil. The enormous freeway was deserted except for 8 cars, 4 in each lane. In each of the cars was a faintly familiar figure from early experiences. The main person I was concerned with was my old girlfriend who shifted out of my lane and into the opposite lane. Now there are 5 in her lane and 3 in mine. I kept waiting for her to shift back, but she never did. I accelerated and left the group behind. The dream was silent the whole way through.
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Kogami
5/13/2012 10:21 PM

I have been trying to find Link at a lake recently, and I did not find him at the lake or the bistro table; but I did find Saddam!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a drive in the hills in what appears to be acombination of California hills and the Alps. I’m on a high road in a vehicle,and off to my right and slightly below my elevation is a small lake, a body ofwater I can occasionally glimpse through the trees and in gaps between houses.I really want to get a better view of the lake, but every time I think I’mgoing to see it the view is obscured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The vehicle I’m in is headed uphill to some unknowndestination. As we climb, different lakes are visible off to my right. Ipresume that I’m seeing different lakes as I climb up the hill; each oneappears to have a different shape and different volume. Sometimes they seemquite close to my level, as though a short walk would get me to the edge of thewater. Others seem far below me, hundreds of feet below and perhaps as much asa mile distant.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scenery is beautiful. While I am driving up narrowstreets occupied on both sides by houses and small businesses, the view to myright is the occasional shot of tree-covered mountains, deep blue waters, andlake-side hotels of luxury. I really want to get out of the vehicle.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me the road splits, and my dad, who seems to be driving,takes the road on the left. We don’t go more than 50 feet before we are stoppedby a table and chairs blocking the narrow road. A bistro with a storefront onthe road has set up a large table right in the middle of the street. The road, onlywide-enough to allow passage for one vehicle, is now impassable. I can’timagine why they would set up this table in the street, though I suspect it isfor me and my guest. Some thought crosses my mind that the restaurant waswaiting for me and some other person who has failed to show up. My concernsturn immediately back to the problem at hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To our right side and slightly below us is the other fork ofthe road. My suggestion for getting past the obstacle is to back up and takethe other road, and hope it leads to the same place. Moving forward isn’tworking at all as the bistro-owner won’t move the table and the water is nowrising around the van we are in. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone tells me the situation is okay because the van cantake a bit of water, though I doubt their information. The water has risen upover the hood of the van and is lapping gently at the bottom of the windshield.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My initial reaction is slight worry about the van and thepossibility of water coming into the passenger cabin. I look over at mydaughter and find her sleeping, her head resting upon her arm. She is aspeaceful as any child ever was while asleep, and this reassures me enough tostop worrying about the water.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More comfortable with my surroundings I exit the van.Someone has to scout out the way ahead and figure out how to get the group pastthe table and other obstacles that might lay ahead. A little ways in front ofme the road makes a sharp turn around the corner of a building, and from thatcorner someone is shooting at me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my weapon and shoot back, ducking behind the nowupturned table as projectiles fly past me. I have the impression that theprojectiles are made of Play-Doh or some other colorful substance, and I’mcertain they are non-lethal. None of the impacts around me seem to cause anydamage, confirming my suspicions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I move swiftly around the table to chase the shooter who hasdisappeared around the corner. What had been a road is now a brick-pavedsidewalk, and below me is a 50-foot drop to the water below. I’m not far behindwhoever I’m chasing and the sidewalk dead-ends at a brick wall, the only placeto hide being a few stacks of supplies and some crates.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I run to the end and what I took to be refuse and emptycrates was actually bags of flour and various food supplies. Finally getting agood look at my attacker’s face I realize I’m chasing Saddam Hussein, and I’ve accidentallystumbled upon his hiding place. All the people searching for him throughout theworld and I find him in this little alley with his bags of flour and stockpileof supplies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I only have a moment to realize I’m mad at him before we arefacing off, his back to a wall overhanging the water. I seize the moment andrear up with my foot, shoving him against the wall with a thump that knocks hisbreath out. Without a pause I kick at the crumbly wall next to him, sendingseveral ucubic feet of material plunging into the water below. Saddam, stillwithout breath and now nothing to hold onto, lands in the water on his face andslowly sinks into the depths, and it is clear I am seeing the last moments ofhis life. I feel little in the way of regrets.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head back along the tiny sidewalk, around the corner, anddown the path towards the van to tell everyone of my triumph. The table hasbeen cleared and the way is no longer blocked, but something feels out ofplace. I start to look around for whatever is picking at my mind when Isuddenly wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love dreams that make no sense. Carrot, you are in this dream!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I recall is being in my apartment, though Isuspect activities happened in the dream before that. My apartment has brownshaggy carpet and a narrow window that extends from floor to ceiling. A shaftof sunlight comes in through the window and illuminates the floor and a smalltable.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to the small table is a soft chair and I sat down touse the phone. I call the pharmacy, because I want to get some ecstasy for meand my friend. Knowing that they will never just give it to me without a goodreason I invent a story that I am a war veteran with post-traumatic stressdisorder. I had heard about a local veteran being stressed and this seemed likea believable excuse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacy never doubted my story for a second. Feelingtriumphant, I left my apartment and got into my car to head up the hill. I’venever had a pharmacy perched high on a hill before but this seemed like a goodplace for one in my dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in I notice it looks like most pharmacies; clean,white, and filled with overflowing shelves of health products. I walk rightpast all these and up to a counter where a pharmacist is leaning over on hiselbows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to pick up a couple of prescriptions.” I say tothe man, who shows no specific interest in me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He asks for my name and I tell him. He turns to his shelfand brings me one of the two scrips I phoned in. He then turns to his computerto check something, making me wait a moment while he figures something out. Hishead is down and he is not observing me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Finishing with the computer task he obtains my prescriptionand starts counting out pills. One by one he moves them along a blue tray andinto a catch area, counting out loud as he goes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Half of these are full strength and half of these are goingto be half-strength. You understand?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, Yes, I understand.” I wasn’t about to argue this point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking up at me, he suddenly asks, “So, why do you need aprescription for ecstasy anyway?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think OH SHIT! I hadn’t really thought this perfectlythrough. I had my reason, but I certainly didn’t look the part. I NEED TO PLAYTHIS UP A BIT, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Placing my hand on my head and acting uncomfortable I said, “It’sbeen so difficult lately to get by.” I glanced up and shuffled my feet asthough I had a limp. I was doing my best to make him think I was the troubledwar veteran. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist just gave me a non-committal look, as thoughnothing I said mattered to him. He slightly shrugged his right shoulder andsimply said, “Okay.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If he hadn’t turned right then to head into the back of thepharmacy, he would have seen the look of relief wash over my face. I couldn’tbelieve he actually bought it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist hadn’t been gone for even a minute before Ibegan to doubt myself. Perhaps he was in back calling the police. Maybe he wastalking to his boss about me. I had to find out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding the only way to find out was to go where he had, Iwalked around the counter and down a hall towards a back room. Opening the doorI walked right in on the pharmacist and his partner, the other pharmacistworking in the store. Their white coats were gone and it was evident that theyhad been having butt sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stuck my hands in the air defensively and said, “Hey, whoa!I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I know how much you like butts. I like butts,too!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The two just looked at me but never said anything. It wasclear that I should just leave. I grabbed the bottle of medicine located on thelamp table to my left and exited quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking through the pharmacy I went ahead and took one ofthe ecstasy pills. I was hurrying, knowing it was lucky I even got themedicine. I uttered a huge sigh of relief when I was through the doors andoutside, knowing my chances of getting away from there with my prize were stillremote.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The taste of the pill is barely noticeable, but already Ican feel the effects of the drug in a mild way. The sensation is more like theanticipatory build-up to a drug experience than the actual effects of the drug.Still, it’s enough to get me excited as I get behind the wheel of my car andstart the engine. I feel exhilarated as I put the car in reverse and begin toback up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glancing off to my left side I notice my friend has arrived,clearly on his way to the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions. Like me, hewas supposed to pick up one legitimate prescription and one bottle of ecstasythat I had ordered for him. I decided I needed to talk to him before he made itinside so I pulled the car through the lot and parked along the curb near hisapproach path.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had to roll down my window to get his attention. “Hey,dude!” I got him to come closer to me so I wouldn’t have to shout.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah?” Something about his voice always sounded like he hadhis hands in his pockets and it didn’t matter what you told him, the answerwould always be something non-committal. Indeed, his hands were in his pockets,and the slouch of his body suggested he had the weight of the world on his shouldersbut he was used to it being there and he was just trying to get through hisTuesday.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Listen, I know I got you into this and you don’t have toget the prescription for ecstasy if you don’t want to, just please, don’t fuckme on this! That’s all I ask!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He took this in stride as though I had asked him to addfabric softener to the laundry load. He simply said, “Okay.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Okay.” I watched him walk away towards the pharmacy. As heentered the sliding doors I pulled away from the curb and onto the road whichled back down the hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I felt so light, so free, and I began speeding down theroad, faster than was probably safe. The road was wet and had several spotswhere the pavement flattened out before dropping off sharply, causing me tocatch air and land with a bump strong enough to make me wish I had slowed downa little. Still, I was making good time and was nearly at the bottom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The slope of the hill eased and became a mostly flat roadthat ran along a wide creek or small river. The water was contained bycobblestone walls from which people would hang their poles out over the waterand attempt to catch the fish-of-the-day. Mostly it was just a bunch of oldpeople that liked to get together and talk about sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went speeding by all these guys in my car, driving rightinto their fishing lines and equipment as though I belonged there more thanthey did. I upset several fishermen as I tangled their lines together and gotthem caught up under my wheels, though I didn’t come to a stop until I reachedthe end of the waterway, at which point the road made a sharp turn to the left.This is where I finally parked my car and got out, handing a net and some thickfishing line to the man who was standing closest to me. He was still yelling atme with his thick accent as I walked off through a nearby park and beyond to arestaurant with outdoor seating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I strode right up to a long table about chest high where Ifound my mom waiting for me. I hop up onto a barstool type seat and beginlooking over the menu, telling her I’m glad to see she came. I briefly considertelling her about the ecstasy I consumed, but think better of it and decide notto a split second before my dad shows up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had not expected my dad to come to the dinner, and mydispleasure should be obvious. I’m clearly scowling and hunkering down in mychair like I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was bothered by everything abouthim, from his odd-looking beard to his Nehru jacket which seemed so out ofplace for this day and age. I wanted him to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He converses with my mom for a moment and she is polite tohim. As he excuses himself to visit the bathroom I ask her how she can havepatience for him and his act. She says something motherly about how time haspassed and I accept her answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing I need to go to the bathroom also I excuse myself,and as I walk from the table I find my mom needs to use the restroom also. Aswe approach the bathroom and the unusually long line I find I am standing nextto Carrot and we are talking while we wait for available stalls. We haven’teven entered the bathroom yet, still standing outside in the cold with aboutten other strangers who all need to pee. I start giggling about something andthis sets Carrot into a smiling fit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When free stalls finally open up we go running in to use thebathroom, our bladders overly full with piss from our beers. I don’t recallactually using the toilets but we came out pretty quick and went straight todrying our hands, skipping over anything to do with water or soap. The DysonAir Blade by the door warms up our hands in the cold air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking out I pass the line for the men’s room and everyonein it is wearing lumberjack plaid, almost like what you’d expect if it was aplaid holiday. Some men even sported coonskin hats and thick gloves, though theweather didn’t seem cold enough for such accessories. I laughed with Carrot aswe ran away and back towards our table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes

Got it? Great! Now enjoy as always.

Dream #1 Large indoor mall.

Im in some huge indoor mall. There is a water fountain i passed up, and i decide to stop nearby and have a seat at a empty bench. There are a ton of different nationalities of people just shopping and passing by looking at different stores. I hear very soft music (That they always seem to play in malls) and reach in my pocket to grab my totem. Im looking around at everything, the people the stores just being a casual observer.

Dream #2 Was that Kaomea?

Im now walking outside of the mall and it feels like 75 degrees out and very windy. It is a nice breeze, in fact everything looks so warm and tranquil. I wonder about the location im in..as it does not look like Detroit anymore. I don't really question anything too much..just sort of walking around rubbing my hawk coin totem. I then look over at a young lady who looked to be in her early 20's and looked Asian or possibly Hawaiian. She was sitting down on a bench on her laptop computer, and then i noticed a very familier face. "Kaomea"? I look over and see Kaomea leaned against a building looking down at her celphone txting someone. She was wearing some baby blue jeans and a white t shirt that had some sort of designs on it, and had her hair down and wearing some white sneakers. There were a few other ladies nearby. "KAOMEA!" She looks up looking around, i am now being grabbed by the arm by a woman who was white with long black hair in a ponytail, sunglasses, about 5'5, was wearing a suit and spoke with an accent. We are walking to a parking lot now as she tells me to get in the backseat.

"We don't have time for that right now!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Just in the car, i'll explain it while we drive."
Im now in the backseat of the car looking at all the buildings, and staring out the window to see if i see Kaomea. I spot her talking to a group of friends (I believe they were friends of hers)

Final dream: Zoom zooming thru the city.

Im riding with the same woman. As she is weaving thru traffic in one of those sports cars. She is telling me that she is from Athens Greece, and that we have to take care of a few things first then i can meet my friends or whoever i want to meet. She is explaining to me about a device that needs to be recovered, because it is in the wrong hands at the moment. She also mentioned to me about being able to track down some men, and that my help would be very valuble. She gives me a celphone and tells me to call her when im ready for the job. I pull up to my 2nd home and walk up to the door and see the woman speeding off, And i wake up.

Notes: I am still wondering if that was Kaomea i seened. As i am positive that it must've been her. I am growing more impatient with all of these distractions from all of these damn DCs! Looks like some intense subconscious training is in the works for me today.

I had the same scene in my dream about 4 times. I was driving my car to a new job and approached the security gate, it was fenced off with regular metal fence. The car gates were very solid looking and made out of steel, but pained yellow of course. Every time the woman guard asked me for ID, car sticker, or something that I seemed to have forgotten to bring. Every time I apologised and had to turn around to go back to get whatever it was I needed. At least every time I checked my watch it seemed I had plenty of time to do so.

In a different dream I was in a cafeteria and I got a BELT sandwitch on a croissant and Chips. There was no room to sit down and eat so I ate as I walked down the hall. The chips were sour cream & onion flavored and tasted like I was really eating them. The same with the BELT sandwitch.

I'm biking around a city with a friend. We're biking through a parking lot for a strip shopping center.

Now we're on a road, heading towards a huge intersection, going pretty fast. As we get close to it, I glance at the crosswalk indicator - it's just counting down to 0. The moment it hits 0, the light turns yellow. We're close enough that we can't stop - we have to go through. Right after we enter the intersection, the light turns red. I hope no one is around to see us, but I see that there's a police car in the turn lane to our left.

Now we're on the side of the road, stopped on a little grassy spot. We hear a siren behind us - it's a bike cop coming after us for running a red light. I want to try to explain that I was in the intersection and my friend was past the intersection before the light turned red, but the cop isn't in a good mood, and I want to wait for the right moment. He tells us that we'll need to take a driving course.

Now we're in a van with the cop - he's driving. He's looking for food that's right for the test. We pull up by a stand by the side of the road that's selling something, but it's not right. Then, someone else in the back of the van offers pizza.

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I'm in a conference room with some people. One of the people is asking for an older version of some Microsoft software. It's freely available, but he can only find the Windows 7 version, not the XP version that he needs. Someone else at the table gets mad at him - they had to go through the trouble of contracting with Microsoft to get the old version, so this guy should have to as well.

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I'm in a house with some people.

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I'm with a small group of people walking into the atrium of a shopping mall - it's a huge space. Displays are set up here and there; we pass near one of them that's for a video game. D tells me I should save up for it and buy it.

I'm at the beach, standing up on a hill beyond the sand. Lots of people are down on the beach proper. Beyond the beach, I can see the blue ocean; on the beach is a scattering of palm trees.

B wants a bear dog, and we've decided to get one. It's big, with curly black hair, and thinner than I expected it to be.

I'm down on the beach with Ron. He's driving his son's massive old car - it's a big black sedan of some sort. It's ancient and falling apart. I think it only has 2 doors. Ron's got the car because his son is coming to live at home again.

I get the dog loaded in the back seat then get into the front passenger seat - Ron is driving. As we're driving, I'm trying to get my seat belt buckled, but it's not working. I look down at the buckle and can see loose springs and trash inside it. Ron is disgusted. I really want a working seat belt, so I climb into the back with the dog; unfortunately, the buckle back there has the same problem. I get each arm through a belt (5 point harness?) and hope we don't crash. Now, Frank is in the front seat where I'd been sitting.

We arrive at Ron's house - it's huge. While Ron takes the dog inside, I take the broken mower out of the trunk and take it out back, leaving it near a huge tree. There's some lawn debris piled up nearby.

I go inside the house and find Ron dealing with repair and mortgage people. If his son can get the car and mower into the repair place by Monday, then he can roll the repair costs into his new mortgage.

B says something about the dog having puppies. I'm surprised - I thought the dog had been spayed/neutered and ask about it, but she doesn't respond.

I'm in a hospital room with a young girl. The hospital room is fairly large and connects to a large hallway; there's no door. The bed is right in the center, and the girl is sitting on the bed. Somehow I know that she's being treated for cancer and that she's on a lot of pain medication.

She really enjoys playing with the bed's controls. She can raise herself high enough to touch the ceiling, but once she's up high she can't reach the controls to come back down. Somehow I lower the bed to its normal position.

Now I'm driving on a 2 lane road with houses and lots of trees around - it looks like [road]. I have my new bluetooth keyboard on my lap and I'm typing as I'm driving. I don't have to look at the keys. I'm driving with my left knee, only taking hold of the steering wheel for tighter turns.

Now I'm driving on a huge road. My side of the road has at least 5 or 6 lanes. I'm coming up to an intersection. Every lane has arrows painted; a couple are left turn only, my lane is left turn or straight ahead, and a couple more are straight ahead or turn right.

Now I'm back at the hospital looking at a GPS map of where I was driving. The track is all over the place, but it's generally going in the wrong direction from where I'd intended to go.

Non-lucid dream

I was walking out of the movie theater I live by and got into my family's car in the parking lot I drove up the street and went back to the theater before my parents noticed it was gone. (Since i'm 15 and I have no license.) But I got back and saw my family walking out of the theater, right as I parked the car it turned into a Razor scooter, my family looked angry and I tryed to tell them that i didn't do anything

Technique Used: SSILD

Clarity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I don't remember at what time I was lucid, but I guess I was right from the start. I looked around. I saw that I was in some kind of city. I didn't like it I felt alone. I decided to run up to a nearby eighteen wheeler parked in front of me and ask about my dream guide, since that is one of my ultimate goals. I started to run, but it seemed like my legs wouldn't work! It was like I was running in slow motion. I tried to believe I could run, anything is possible in a lucid dream.

I finally made my way to the window of the large truck. A pudgy woman sat in the front. She looked down at me with a frown. I quickly asked her, "Do you know where I might find my dream guide?"

"We have nothing like that here," she said. "Come back with a couple hundred dollars and maybe you can apply to this school here." she pointed in front of me at a school not too far away. It looked like a large private school.

I sighed and walked away. Moving on, I decided to explore. I looked into a nearby forest. I walked down the slope, trying not to trip on any rocks or limbs. Then the thought came to me that I should stabilize. I remember Mzzkc's method of stabilizing, taking a bite out of a tree. I didn't take a bite out of it, I just picked a small limb off of a tree and tried to take a bite out of that. It felt really weird in my mouth, like it wasn't supposed to belong there.

It only raised my vividness just a tad. I continued on. I found a small shack, well it wasn't really a shack. It was just an awning with people under it watching a TV. There were four guys. One I recognized, my youth leader. Only he was skinnier, and was growing out this long gotee looking thing. I watched what they were watching. It looked like some kind of show that was supposed to embarrass the people on it. The first person was a girl who was supposed to sing a song, a Taylor Swift song actually. She sang horrible. Next there was a girl that was supposed to dance a weird dance blindfolded.

The dream ended shortly after.

Working in the Mall
I remember walking around a mall, looking for something to do. I eventually found some kind of little restaurant with pool tables and such. I found a waiter who looked just like Gibby off of iCarly. He told me about a waiter job he had to do in Chicago that got him embarrassed. I don't remember the story though. He was telling me this while leaning over a counter.

The Lesson
I was at my mom's house with a couple of guys I knew and one of my friends. I'm not sure what we did, but we did something bad. That resulted in my dad teaching us all a lesson. I was supposed to drive a car or something. I got in the car, ready to drive it. I started it and was going. Once again, I forgot where the breaks and gas pedal were. I found them.

As I was going, I was trying to remove the stuff on the dashboard so I could actually see. I heard my dad in the back go, "Good. Good." I swerved to get into the right lane, while almost hitting a couple of cars. Instead of the breaks, I hit the gas, and I sped up a tree on the side of the road. The car fell back down on its side. I got out of the car and said I was okay. It scared me to death though.

Then my dad had to drive us home, showing us all the obstacles that he could easily maneuver or something.

It's dark again in my room. Shit! it was never easy to bring light into my lucids. I switch the lights on and off but nothing happens. No hope, this dream is ending.

I'm with my father jogging. We come to a bar, and I order apple juice. I'm still trying to get this dream properly stabilized. For one thing i notize my foggy sight, so i take off my glasses (Yes, that helps ) Next, i rub my hands. Just as I feel more grounded, this dream either ends.

I jump-start in a tour bus. It's driving along a wonderful river, on the other side there are huge mountains. Two old women, a young girl and me are sitting on two seats.^^. Nobody has realy much place so i start getting out of it. I do so by gliding through the ceiling. As i just got out, the bus driver gets the bus hurling and we crash through guardrail into the river. The bus sinks, but all the people get out without problems. Everyone seems to be happy after such an accident, when the dream once again ends.

I'm now sitting at a bar with two people. We are drinking shots, and they don't taste bad.

I'm now at a table sitting with a friend. I seem to loose lucidity and want to RC but not in front of all the others. I get up to get my bag. It's in the locker.

I turn lucid luckily again. I get out of this house. I repeat the sentence "I'm lucid" and it helps a little. I try to feel every muscle of my body when i walk around in that garden. It feels realistic, but not overwhelming. I see a jeep stopping on the street next to the garden. Just some trees are on the edge of the garden. As I walk there, a strange DC appears. Grass is growing on his entiry body and he wants to stop me. I can't go ahead, the harder i push, the more resistant he gets. Anyway, i manage to get past him and get into the jeep. I start the enginge and start driving. The sun is going down really fast, within seconds it's night. As the jeep goes really slow, i remember matte once saying flying a car is also possible. As i pull on the steering wheel, the front of the car gets up in the air. After several tries i manage to get the whole car flying. It's just a short flight, my dream seems to come to an end and i crash down into a building, inside is a theater.

I was in the car with my mother and sister. My sister had missed the bus and needed a ride to school, as we were on the way to drop her off, I realized my mother never drives this fast and recklessly. I did not realize I was dreaming. We made it to the school, though it looked more like an organization, with multiple parking levels. I went inside with my sister, and realized we were at the middle school. She goes to high school. The dream transitioned to what looked like a mix between my old house and my grandparents house. People were in the living room watching tv, and I was in the kitchen watching maids cook breakfast. They were making waffles, I wanted to try one. I found myself eating a sample of beef stroganoff, I could taste the different ingredients rich against my tongue. Then I woke up.