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Headlights fly by as the rain patters lightly on the windows. The passing of which I've always found to bring back a sense of passing time, reminiscent of what'd I imagine it feels for the passing of stars. Our very own sun, cognizant of its own gliding through the deep expanse of outer space.

There is a driver at the wheel, but the sky is dark and her face remains in shadow. An accompanying sense of familiarity falls over me though. Only one could bring this sense of comfort. Mel. My eyes dart to the left and right, looking for anything out of the ordinary that might be in the sky. An age old habit. One acquired by watching far too much of Star Trek and the X-Files in my youth. Or does it predate that? Does it have some basis in the actual collective memory reality of our species? Perhaps there is a reason we look to the skies. Something deeply embedded within our collective unconscious, the return of the holy feathered serpent of our world's mythologies. Quetzalquoatl, Nehebkau, or perhaps the Chimeras depicted on the hieroglyphs of ancient cities.

Then I spot it. A streak in the sky. Gliding like a banner in the wind, rippling up and down like a wave. A white light radiates outward from its body, lighting up the night sky in the distance. That is it. The feathered serpent. A radiant white chinese dragon, even more beautiful in real life than portrayed in their artwork. Natural and fluent. God-like. Truly a spiritual being beyond anything of earthly realms, but there it is right before my eyes. Does Mel see it? She doesn't seem to notice.

"Mel, do you see that?"

She looks to the right and seems to spot it, but no words come from her mouth. Speechless it seems.

What is that? Another one. Wait, no. Two. Three. Four? Several of these serpent-esque beings fluttering through the sky. That one actually has wings and almost appears to be a gargoyle. Wow, amazing. Something attracts my gaze on the left. Holy mother fucker. What the FUCK is THAT?

A gargantuan entity emerges from the woods on the left side of the highway. Enormous, unearthly, a beetle like being of epic proportions. Its eyes burn with fire. This isn't a threatening being, however. Merely powerful, wise, ancient. It remains still, hovering over the road, observing the surroundings. Is it even living? It could almost be the entrance or the stone guardian of a holy temple - a gateway into the underworld. Into the world beyond the scope of human comprehension, veiled to us by our rigid intellect and desires for power.

I am entering the realm of the Gods.

Or at least some hidden plane. Beings surround our vehicle. Is there even anyone else on the road? Discs fly through the air. My god, these again. Classic saucer UFOs? Those things only appear in my dreams. Wait a sec... Duh. I'm in a dream. Wow, this is intense. Can I even get a handle on this one? There are living spirits all around me.

The sky fills with saucers and spirits, winged serpents with their white light fill the sky. These could have even been interpreted as angels in some cultures. From the distance the resemblance to chinese dragons and angels is hardly distinguishable. Regardless, their power can be felt from miles away, even as they sore high above the Earth. Such an alien power, impossible to say whether as to its benevolent or not. It is just so foreign to our own sense of self.

You're losing track of things, M. This is a dream. Remember not to be drawn in to its splendor. The distraction of your mind's own creative power. This is a dream.

Then why can't I control anything? The usual techniques are not working. No power of flight, no time/space manipulation or ability to alter the entire emotional feel of the setting. This is strange. Is it a dream..?

Wait, that's Mel's brother. I'm in her house. Was I sleep walking? Kid looks like he's about to puke. Either that or he's just really stoned. Neither would be uncommon for him. Hmm, my vision is blurry. I must have taken out my contacts. Definitely sleep walking.

"You okay, DJ?"

"Hah, man. You're totally fucked."

What could that mean? He points at the floor beneath my feet. I stepped in something. A puddle. Okay? DJ holds up a small vile.

"No fucking way. Did you spill that on the floor, dude?"

He starts laughing. You've got to be kidding me. I've been dosed completely by accident. Jesus Christ, how often does this have to happen to me? That is far too much acid in one spot for a safe trip. In no time I'll be going ape shit. God fucking damn this kid. Oh well, there is no stopping it now. I might as well accept what's about to ensue.

Everything is warped. Waving. The walls are alive. "Throbbing with energy" as Terence McKenna says. It has begun. The onset is surprisingly slow. The buzzing rises through my ears, disintegrating my surroundings. I feel the sun. I feel another environment. Where is this? I know this place, I have been before. Though I am accustomed to its flavor, the taste of deja vu is beyond uncanny. Is this still Mel's house? Is this reality? Was it ever? Don't forget, the questions don't matter. Illusions, merely fabricated by our minds to prolong the discovery of truth. There is no stopping this though. I have been thrown into the pool, regardless of my preparation to swim. Entheogens don't hesitate. This is all or nothing and now the walls are coming down. Light begins to seep through the cracks. The environment shifts. A wall to my right now. I am lying down. Windows to my left.

Is this.. my bedroom?

I have re-emerged, back into the so-called "real" world. The collective memory reality. The ingestion of a psychedelic substance within my dream consciousness transitioned me back into waking consciousness. No matter how many times I have experienced that it will never cease to prove fascinating. The human brain truly is a receiver, capable of tuning into a multitude of channels across the cosmic radio. Switch one neural receptor on, another off, and you're broadcasting at an entirely new frequency. Receiving, broadcasting, the difference is the same. Both a generator and receiver of consciousness, filtering the endless waves of quantum energy through the intricate networks of evolutionary design.

Is this reality any more real than the one I was just experiencing? I noticed no gaps between my perception. It was but a continuous flow. Sleeping into waking. What is different? What was ever different? Is the reality tunnel we send our gaze through any less relevant there than it is here? When all is said and done, life is just a memory after all. An ephemeral thought. A dream.

PreBed: Valerian Root

Bedtime: 9:30PM

Try nREM WILD. Close. But I lose it.

2:30 WBTB - I vaguely recall a dream about a guy at a car lot talking my wife out or working there. Shootings and stabbings. The location was dream familar. I see it from an birds eye view.

I try to induce WILD with Binaural Beats from my recliner. I found the sound kept me awake and one of the cats kept making noise. As soon as the audio stopped I feel into non lucid sleep.

The dream is like a TV drama about a boy finding his mom abusing pills. The dad has a break down in front of people at a party. There is an after scene and the mom says shes taking her life in a new direction. Someone tells the son to take his money and fix the window and then use the rest for gas. He continues to tell him the doesn't was this hanging over his head the rest of his life. "Zule" will be with you. (Zule? WTF?)

3:57AM

I move to my bed.

I have another crazy dream about some crazy woman in a tree. She almost looks like Ernest P. Worrell in drag. She is quoting from the bible. Her plan is to crash through a window of a church and exercise a demon. As she is reading the Bible she acts seductive and rubs her legs. It was all very comical. She then leaps onto a zip line and almost crashes through the window but she was too heavy and hit low. She gets up off the ground hurt and says something so funny that I wake up laughing. But I couldn't remember what it was she said.

4:56AM

MILD mantra. Back to sleep.

#122 Startled on the Road

I am having a sex dream with my wife when I hear some one yell, "OK TIME TO EAAAAT!"

I have a type of FA here. My wife runs into the other room and says, "How do they expect us to come like this?"

I reply, "How do you think I feel?"

Then realize the bedroom door is open and we are visiting. I see her Aunt D come to the door way and pause. I stretch and yaw like I had just woke up. She walks in and adjusts a strange looking box fan. She asks, "How did you sleep?"

I say, "I slept fine."

Suddenly I am driving in my car. I can hear a intermittent wind coming from the left window (I think it was actually either my breathing or my wife snoring LOL) I look at the window but it is up. Then, I wonder what just happened. I look to the right and see my wife is not with me. I yell out for my son, "R, are you back there?" Then I realize he wouldn't answer. I ask for my wife, "A, are you back there?" No reply. I feel odd about this so I do a habitual nose plug.

I blow right through! (The sensation is always so odd) *GASP* "I am dreaming!" It was such a shock for some reason. I either am too excited or I think about my physical body, because I have a FA but I can feel light vibrations. I wait a moment to be sure of things and then I get up. The feeling of it feel about right for a dream. This time the sheet stick to me. I can see fine in the dim light and note the bedroom door. I try to unwind myself but the sheet keeps coming like a roll of toilet paper. I drop it and ignore it. I start thinking about TOTY and how I was going to teleport. I feel confused about it.

Then I wake briefly. I start to DEILD and begin to feel the vibrations again. This time I let my mind become distracted by trying to remember how this all started. The vibrations left and I was fully awake now. I tried to get it back but I couldn't

Wake at 5:23AM


Position: On my back and slightly turned to the right side
Lucid Duration: about a minute. Too effen brief.
Tech: MILD mantra "I am dreaming" after several non lucid awakenings.
Aids: None
Things to improve: Staying focused on the dream and on the now. Excitement issues returning.

I was in Universal, Driving my mom's car, trying to follow how to Park in the giant Parking Garage. My mom was in the passanger seat, being a mom and stuff, and I was just trying to gain the expereince of parking by myself.

I woke up early to go to school, had breakfast, and went outside the front door to see how cold it was. My mom was inside the living room with the cat, and when I went outside, Daniel drove his truck into the Rose Bush and Flower Box at my front door, nearly hitting me, and flashed his front lights, signaling me to get in. I got inside, and he wanted to go buy lighters.

I'm getting out of the truck, walking to an odd shaped convenience store, and Taylor Volkema walks past me, but we pay each other no mind, and continue on our way. I get in, and walk around. I find myself forgetting about getting lighters and such, and notice some cloth's I'd like to put on. I take off my shirt, and am shirtless, then my pants, now pants-less. Before I know it, I'm on the floor, naked, in a convenience store. Luckily, I was in an aisle where no one could see me, so I was quick to put my cloths back on before anyone came by, except my parents, Mom and Dad, who just appeared in the same store, who saw me, and alerted me of my new exposed situation. I love Family!

Dad

I lit up a cigarette and took a drag. IWL I quit 20 years ago. My father came home so I ran out of the house. I was afraid because I wasn't supposed to smoke in the house.

I told him, "I won't do it again." Then he was smoking too. Then I came up to him and neither of us were smoking. I was so excited to see him, I tried to explain how important it was that I connect with him this time. I knew that I'd had other chances and never could connect with him. I kind of knew that I'd been seeing him in dreams, but I didn't really put it all together.

The dream ended there.

Lost

I was looking for a party and got lost driving. I turned around and found my way back. Being lost on dream roads was really weird.

I got to the party and found a couple of my old bosses there. I felt out of place with one because he holds a much, much higher position than I ever did, but just as I was feeling that way, he hugged me.

At that point, he turned into an unresponsive DC. We separated, and the dream ended.

Camp:
I don't exactly remember this dream all that well all I know is that I was going camping with my scout troop and we had to fill out a small packet. There were also other campers there.

Flying:

(First day of the new year and a lucid dream! THings are looking up for me!)

I was driving my Dad's car (I'm 14 in real life) and I knew that I shouldn't be, but I was just trying to get back to my house. When my dad caught me at a hotel, he said that he was very disappointed in me. When I was standing outside of the hotel with him, everything just felt weird and so I did my hand reality check and sure enough, my hand had four fingers. However, instead of doing my real task which is to transform myself, I decided to fly. Alas, at least for now, my flying would not work, I could only jump slightly higher than usual.
It's funny actually because the hotel's printed slogan on the side of the building was "Providing rest for DC's"
Anyways we went in and my flying attempts still failed. I then thought "Hey, lets just ask for one" Sadly this didn't work for now. Me and my dad walked down through and airport were we met up with my mom. My grandma was also there and when she asked if I was happy to see her I said "Not right now, I'm lucid dreaming!" Walking inside of Walmart now, we also met up with my 8 year old sister, who when I asked for a jetpack, she made one out of thin air and gave it to me. If only I was that good. I used it to fly around and kill the piggies from Angry Birds that were now flying around as well. When I had finished this, I flew down opened a bucket, and a giant veggie monster made out of grapes and the like coming out of it hypnotized snake style. After a little bit of him coming out I shut the lid back on him. Then I woke up.

12/20/2012
3:40am

I was a passenger in Seth's car heading to his house I think. First we are driving up the highway then we are headed away from his house down another road. The driving scenes had been skipping a little. Seth started to pass other cars and it seemed like it took a long time to pass them at moderate speeds.

Then while we drove normal some guy did some crazy driving and cut us off. It was at this time that I began to notice how crazy the roads were. My head was resting on the dash while I thought about the driving and where we were headed. I commented about everyone's driving and looked in the rear-view mirror. There swerving all through traffic was a cloaked figure with a flying desk about 2 to 3 feet off the ground. He was dressed all in black and had a large hat. Everything he wore waved about like a spirit...(almost dementor like but not so dark and decaying.) His desk and chair were also wavy and black. The desk itself was small and almost resembled a keyless keyboard with pointed wavering ends. He was following us.. I mentioned the guy in the desk as a case in point. ...

"Wait a sec" I thought "Crazy driving, skipping places, Flying Desk".... I did a reality check. My hand looked normal but I counted 6 fingers.... I remained calm but no sooner had I RCd than I woke up.

This was the second of my galantamine dreams from last night. The beginning and middle were fun. The end? Not too good.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #47: Lost in America

The wind is loud outside but the noise suddenly settles into a murmur. I know that I'm close to a WILD, and soon... I'm in a light rail station, holding hands with my son E. The floor is red brick and the sky above us is clear. Tall buildings surround us on all sides. I don't recognize the buildings, but for some reason I believe that this is New York.

I tell E, "Well, buddy, we're in New York. This is... well, this isn't real, but it's a train station." He hops around, pointing gleefully at the train. I walk with him to the opposite end of the station.

The train starts to move, and E suddenly breaks away from my grip and runs toward it! I'm panicked at the site of him running carelessly toward that train and I run after him. He stops short of actual danger and I grab onto his hand, making sure I've got a good grip this time. "E, you can't do things like that! If you're going to run off, we can't be here."

I take him with me out to a parking lot and our family car is waiting there. There's a small memory gap here, but I'm pretty sure that the car didn't have child seats, but I just ignored this. We're driving in the neighborhood where I grew up. E is there at first but after a few blocks I look back and he's gone.

I pass a set of kids that look like they're fighting. I can't tell what's going on but it looks like someone might be taking a beating. I jump out of the car, forgetting that it's still moving. To my dismay, the car keeps going, turns the corner by itself and drives out of sight. The kids disperse, and nobody seems upset anymore. There's another memory gap before I find myself being shown a house by a real estate agent who looks kind of like CSI's Marg Helgenberger. She calls herself "Madge" and the house has a beautiful, open interior. I'm impressed with the place and wonder if it's similar to any other houses I've seen IWL.

When she takes me into the back of the house, though, things take a horrible turn. The rooms in the back are dark and smoky with makeshift drapes blocking out the sunlight. Drug addicts are passed out all around the place, laying on beds, floors and furniture. Some of them twitch occasionally and I see one man whose leg is streaked with blood. Madge seems mildly embarrassed and says, "It does need a little fixing up."

When we get to the bathroom, I see a clearly dead man lying in the tub. I panic, probably lose lucidity, and run back down the hall. Madge is running too, but the hallways have all changed. I can't find my way back to the sane part of the house and my panic collapses the dream.

DJ Log: November 18, 2012 – 6:45PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: After being awakened by the phone earlier in the morning due for an emergency call, I took a nap this afternoon to try and catch up on a little lost sleep.)

I am traveling with a group of friends on a highway. I am in my car with another guy and there are a few other friends in separate vehicles. I am leading the line of us in the right lane as several vehicles pass us in the left lane.

Suddenly, a huge wreck happens right in front of me. I brake and swerve to the right and end up getting sideswiped by one of the crashing cars. This pushes my car into the guard rail, causing my car to spin around in a circle. While spinning, a small SUV strikes my front end. My car finishes the full spin and then hits the guard rail again and slides to a stop on its left side.

After a bit of struggle, I manage to free myself and crawl away from the car. My legs are hurt, so I use my arms to drag myself away from the car and into the grass. As I crawl, I push away debris to avoid dragging myself over it. I find an inflated airbag laying in the grass, so I lean against it and then try to find out why my legs are tingling and won't work. My legs look fine. There are no tears in my jeans and no visible blood anywhere.

One of my friends who was driving separately runs up and asks me, “Are you OK?” I reply, “Yes. Is the passenger OK?” He replies, “He was taken to the hospital, but he is going to be OK.” I ask, “What was wrong?” He replies, “He got his leg caught under the dash.”

Suddenly, I can feel my legs again and they start working. I ask for a hand getting up. He helps me to my feet and I am able to stand up on my own. One of the medics walks over and asks me if I need assistance. I refuse medical assistance and he walks away.

Sleep Time: 1:30 a.m - 9:30 a.m

White Room

I'm staying at some house in a white bedroom. I think my stepmom lives here (not IRL) because she brings me some very soft pajamas.

Bed and Breakfast Lucid
H and I are driving around town. We nearly have several accidents. Finally, we end up at this building that I think is some sort of bed and breakfast. I walk up to a door with a window in it. I see a guy through the window and decide to scare him by banging on the window and screaming at the top of my lungs. He just looks confused..

We leave and then come back a little while later. I want to try and scare this guy again. I bring H with me but now instead of a window there is a mirror. I'm looking at my reflection and it just dawns on me that I'm dreaming. As I'm looking at my reflection, my face begins to distort a little before returning back to normal. I do a couple of RCs just to be sure it's really a dream. I turn around to begin exploring and find myself upstairs at my own house. I try to think of what I want to do and can't remember any of my goals. I know I'd like to try TOTM but I can't remember what it is. So I decide I'll try to summon someone. I try to make Captain America appear but nothing works. I try just expecting him to be around a corner and that fails. I try calling out his name which also fails. The next thing I remember is standing in my computer room as the dream begins to fade to black. I reach out for my desk to stabilize and the dream comes back into focus only for me to wake up..

Bar, Kendall, Red Outfit, Abs, Jessica/Squeaky, car, fast food.
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I am dressed in all red. I have on a red headband, top and sweater.
We are in a dark bar.
There are three or four of us.
Two of them separate the third, Kendall, and at the bar.
We sit on the stools of the long, dark wooden bar.
We sit and converse and joke around.
We are all good friends.
I have a feeling the other two are also friends from college.
I say something regarding how I have a history of dating/sleeping with men who have nice abs.
It is directed at Kendall of course.
We discuss how we are glad to be in here as opposed to out there.
I am in a car with my niece, Jessica.
We are going to get some food.
When we get out of the car, we are cornered by two guys that seem to know her.
Jessica is now her mother, my sister, Squeaky.
She's flirting with them.
I am aware of my body language.
I try to avoid sending any signals these men might confuse as attraction/interest.
I don't feel like being social at all.

Sleep Time: 11:20 p.m - 5:52 a.m

Night Drive and a Kitty
I'm driving somewhere. It's dark out which I find odd because it is early in the afternoon. I notice the stars are very clear.

Dream Jump: I'm adopting an 8 month old orange tabby named Freddie.


Sleep Time: 7:30 a.m - 9:50 a.m

Strange School
I'm subbing at some random school. I'm not scheduled to work, I just walk into different classrooms..

I entered a building with a group of people; kind of dark inside. We all walked up to a door that was tall in height and wide. On the left side of the door, there appeared some slots for change (money). Underneath the door, there appeared to be a keyhole inside of a compartment. Giving the option to open the door with a key.

Before the group and I went inside, we were approached by another group of people who appeared to be guards. One of the "guards" asked us to empty out our pockets, or so it appeared to be. At first, I only gave the "guard" my change. He (the "guard") looked like he was not fooled, asking me again. I reached into my pocket to give him the rest of my money.

Next, the group and I went inside a room. When we entered the room, there was a tall man with dark hair and dressed in black. This man asked us to put on glasses, and they appeared to be 3-D glasses.

For some reason, i was confused as to what the glasses were for, where they were, and why i had to wear them in the first place.

Around the room, there were what looked like arcade games from the 1980s. I was confused and did not know what to do with the games. I may have froze energetically.

While the group of people were playing arcade games, i was observing what they were doing. After playing the arcade games, the group of people started to giggle like they appeared to be hallucinating. They also had those "3-D" glasses that the man in black told them to put on. I became curious about what they were seeing through those "3-D" glasses.

Sometimes after being frozen and defrosting my energy, I left the arcade room and went with the group to an area where an African-American woman approached me. She gave me the money that a guard from earlier, kept for me while i was in the arcade.

I did not see what happened to the group's money, nor did i pay attention to much of what they were doing.

The rest of the dream was kind of a blur, though I traveled to another dream or place with the same group of people. After the travel to the new dream, the area was surrounded by what looked like a swirly bridge or highway, similar to a city I was born in real life. This place was a lot more imaginative.

I saw Dad. Seeing him was kind of a blur, the back of his head was showing. It appeared like he was playing music, yet i did not notice if i knew any of the other members in the band.

The group i was with, wanted to get a seat down by the stage instead of down by the stage, which, in my logical mind, seemed like the exact same thing. I was confused.

After a while, the group of people took me on a drive up a spiraling road, on a bridge/highway, up a steep steep hill. It felt scary. I did not know when the group and i were going to come down from the hill.

I had the strange feeling that i was taking a risk of going along with the group, even though i did not know what they were doing.

There was a vague memory of seeing Dad again. Afterwards, the dream faded out.

[Wednesday, October 31st, 2012]
I'm at Circle K, picking Alex up. I park it and walk inside. I have to go to the bathroom pretty bad, so that's the first place I remember heading. I walk in, and the door won't shut because of boxes and other things in the way.
I try pushing them aside and get it as closed as I can. I see Leila trying to help me, but I can't close it all the way and I give up. I end up stealing something, like a pack of gum or candy bar... and it was almost subconscious how I did it.

I walked outside of Circle K, Alex must have been waiting on me forever in the car. I get out there and Alex is spraying something on the tires and rims. She had an explanation like that it was to clean the tires or make them work better. I shrugged.

Then I noticed the car was parked HALFWAY up the hill, almost completely on the wall.
"WHOA. I did NOT park like that." I knew for a fact that I would never park like that.
"Well, you did." Alex assured me.
"No, fuck that. I did Not. I never park that far up."
I tried climbing up the hill and it was almost too difficult to do that; I almost slid back down.

"Fuck it."
I ran back down the hill to calm down for a moment. Turning around, the car is on the ground, down the hill. I don't think anything of it, and I hop in. The car starts, and I roll the rest of the way down the hill...
It won't brake very well. I throw it into Forward and... It goes forward. I park somewhere else and try braking.
But it doesn't brake... hardly even slow down. Alex want's to go say something to someone inside, but I stop her-
"Uh, Alex... the car isn't working. I run over the curb and fall off a small incline and land on the road in front of traffic.

"WHOA WHAT THE FUCK AUSTIN."
"THE BRAKES AREN'T WORKING."
Me and Alex were driving away from Circle K- And my car wasn't braking anymore.
"The brakes must have been clipped." I suggested, I started driving slowly through the backroads.

<I wake up.>
<I roll over and fall asleep.>

Now Alex is driving, and we're headed to my Dad's to see if he can fix it. The brakes are working for now. We turn the wrong road, but I don't realize it until the road becomes narrow and lines with hedges. She turns left at a strange Fire Department building. With the garages closed, but a Cop car parked in front. We turn around and park... and stop for a moment... We get out and walk around.

There's a couple really sweet vehicles like Mustangs and a black sports car here too now. Some other people drive up, get out and look around as if they're tourists. They admire the cars with us, and then I decide we should leave. We get in the car again, and have a small arguement that leads to us being grumpy at each other.

"FUCK" I stop myself. "I'm stopping, I'm stopping." I bang my fists on the steering wheel once.
"I'm not talking to you like this." She starts grabbing her stuff and putting it in her bag and opens the door.
"Wait! I'm not even angry!" Frustration kicks in. Why is she mad right now?
She starts walking away.
"Oh come on, please don't do this!" Tears well up in my eyes.
She turns around, "Stop crying. There are people around here!"
I wipe my face and realize my face is soaked with tears now.
We start walking again.

"Apparently, Seth is up ahead. He's crying over something too." Alex let's me know. We walk on a sidewalk that runs along several buildings that came out of nowhere. A group of people are sitting on the ground listening to a British exchange-student friend of ours. She hasn't been here in almost a year. But everyone is listening to her tell a story. We weave through the people, ignoring it- and I see a few people sitting down up ahead.

I light up a cigarette as we reach Seth. Alex and Seth start talking and I tune out. I take a drag, and exhale. What am I doing here? I wonder for a moment... Then Alex starts walking the other way. I follow suit.

As we reach the exchange student's circle again, someone hands me a paper with the story printed on it.
"When We First Kissed" by Hellogoodbye begins to play and the words change to match along with the song...

"Sometimes,
Making points on white neon boards
Is like,
Pulling stars off the black sky"

(My first dream lyric. And it's not exact, but it captures the point.)
<My dream ends and I wake up. "When We First Kissed" still playing in my head.>

09/15/11
9:00am

Driving car past the shopping centre and turn at the stop light to pick up some passengers (about 3). I get back to the stop light and blow my nose. A dark jelly like blood comes out that I can smell. I say something and pull back on the the road.

So this dream came after I woke up in the morning, about 9:30 am and it was over at 9:38! I was totally awake on my bed checking around, listening to my parents in the other room and I suddenly lost consciousness and fall asleep in a REM state.

I am in a taxi with a friend who goes to a totally different destination usually every morning, but dreams have no logic anyway. Inside the taxi there are girls, unknown DCs but fit the style of stupid teenage girls anyway, so they were realistic. The taxi driver plays an active role aswell.

So we start talking about things like where are we going, I'm at the same time looking through the window plaecs I know, and we are on the move. Sometime in the dream the taxi driver asks "are you good students?" meaning of course if our grades are high. And my friend said something like "yes we are good students, in fact we're great students! Our greatness is measured in piles of shit!" Then I laughed like crazy.

Immediately, a dizzy feel got my head like I was on LSD or something and I got terryfied because I thought it was reality. I thought "wait a sec what is this? I didn't eat anything weird in the morning, why am I high? Is this a stroke?" And after that I woke up with a rap song in my ears.

Really terrifying and exciting aswell because it was an immediate REM induction like I fell unconscious or something and woke up 15 minutes later or so! Cool experience!