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Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[Note: This was my first time taking melatonin. I took a 3mg pill before I went to bed. I'm on a trip, and my hosts offered it to me to help me get over jet lag. I also tried to concentrate on lucid dreaming more than I had been lately, as I was falling asleep. One or both of those things worked.]

I'm walking along the right-hand side of a broad, wide street, passing several marching bands as they march past in the opposite direction, one after another.

I'm in a classroom at a school that looks a lot like my old elementary school. There are a lot of other people my age there. A bunch of us start sitting down in a semicircle with our musical instruments; we're about to play an impromptu band concert. TM [a real-life friend and roommate who I only met within the last six months] is one of the people participating in the concert, but it's obvious that she doesn't know how to line up for one correctly. I yell at her: “[TM]! You have to sit so that you're spaced evenly! That's the done thing in music!”

The band starts playing “The Star-Spangled Banner.” The memory of how to play it comes flooding back into my mind from high school. [This is a real memory. It was one of the songs I had to memorize how to play for football games.] I'm surprised and pleased to find that I can still play it. As we're playing, though, the other members of the band lose interest, stop playing, and wander out of the room, leaving me playing my clarinet all alone.

When I get to a stopping place, I stop playing and leave the room in the company of a female teacher. We walk around the western edge of campus and come to the entrance of another classroom, where we stop and talk to a male teacher. Somewhere around this point, I realize that I'm dreaming. [I don't remember the specific moment it happened, but I know I've had at least one other dream featuring this version of my old elementary-school campus before.]

In the conversation with the male teacher, I ask him how old I am right now: “Am I eleven, the age I was when I started playing the clarinet; fourteen, the age I was when I graduated from junior high school; eighteen, the age I was when I graduated from high school; or twenty-six, the age I am right now in the real world?” I mention the real world specifically to see whether he'll pick up on the implication that the world we're in right now isn't real, and how he'll react.

“There is no real world involved in this discussion!” the male teacher exclaims.

I decide not to pursue that topic any further, because it's obvious that I'm not going to be able to convince him that this is a dream.

I smoked some Alepidea amatymbica before going to bed last night to see if it would have a significant effect on my dreams, and it did seem to improve my recall from what it's been at lately. It's hard to say for sure, but next time I'll try to smoke it without smoking weed too close to it too so that I can get more accurate results.

#1 - Boss Hotel Room And Meeting Melanieb [Non-Lucid]

This dream is hard to remember as whole, it comes to me in a series of fragments, but I know that they're all connected. It started out with me and a few other people in this "boss hotel room", but the only other person I remember is this guy AB from high school. I vaguely remember doing something to have earned getting there and we were afraid that if we left the room the door would close and we wouldn't be able to come back, so AB took a laptop and held it up to the window. This caused a glow and a ray of light came out and he aimed it outside, as if it was like a system of mirrors reflecting the sun in a dark room or something. The next thing I remember is being at a restaurant in a casino, at least I think that's where we were.... I was with melanieb and she said she was going to help me be more social. I don't remember much else of that part. Next we were figuring out who was going to ride in which car to get back to the hotel room, and, though I can't remember this discussion at all, I know we collectively decided that there was "no sharing in group photos". After this my memory gets too fragmenty to put it in order. There was something with Kyle and Cartman from South Park, and then a panoramic view of the night sky with the backdrop of stars constantly spinning, and after that I woke up.

#2 - Hopeless Love Addict [Non-Lucid]

I followed someone, I think it was O, into a college class about how to eat lunch. Since I was just visiting I didn't have to do any of the graded assignments myself. Someone else was also there just sitting in, visiting Kenny from South Park who was sitting just a little bit behind me. I quickly befriended a girl who was sitting next to me and, of course, I started developing feelings for her. We were talking about some singer (who I don't think actually exists) that we were both fans of, though she was more of a true fan whereas I just loved listening to their music whenever it came on the radio. I don't think she liked me as much as I liked her. Eventually class ended and we started walking through the hallway together, but there was an enormous crowd of people and we got separated until I woke up.

#3 - Elementary School Reunion [Non-Lucid]

I was in another college class filled with people from my elementary school, mainly this guy NS and this girl J whose last name I don't remember but I knew lots of people (over the years, all the way up through high school) who had a crush on her. Uh... the basis of this dream is kind of private as I have a history with these people. But the point is that they were being really friendly to me, much more than normal, and NS even invited me to come to lunch with him after class, and it made me feel really good. We bonded a bit and then we got our report cards handed out (in college ) and ours were all terrible! My highest grade was a D, and my lowest one was an R. Mine was the worst of the three so I used that to cheer up NS and J. At some point I managed to come into possession of the couch pillow I normally throw around and keep next to my seat when I'm on my laptop at home, and I was trying to figure out how I was going to carry it to lunch with all of my stuff, but then I woke up.

So tonight was pretty interesting, first I became a TV character, then a model, and then I accidentally had my first WILD. I only wish I could remember more of the second dream, stupid false awakenings! And stupid me for not doing RCs!!

#1 - Possessing Penny [Non-Lucid]

I think there might have been a brief moment of lucidity in this one, but I'm going to list it as Non-Lucid because I'm not totally sure. It started out with me at a study group with Leonard and Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory and a couple random guys, we were individually doing these textbook assignments and obviously they were doing way better than me. I was embarrassed to be doing so badly so I put down my notepad and picked up my two (absolutely gigantic) binders and went to pick up a small pile of clothes I'd apparently brought with me as well, but I dropped them all because I was hurrying too much and ran out the front door (we were in some fancy house). Through the windows it had been nighttime outside, but on the outside it was daytime, and also I didn't notice this at the time but now that I think about it the second I got outside there was no sign of any house anywhere, we were by like my elementary school playground. Leonard followed me outside and at this point I became Penny! I was aware of the change, which I never am in normal dreams. Things got really vivid at this point, so I think I actually became lucid when I realized that was happening, but after that I went back to non-lucid but was still really excited about the transformation. Leonard started asking me what's wrong. He was crying and I started calling him Sheldon but I knew it was wrong, and then he corrected me saying it was Isaac. I gave him some excuse like I had a spirit trapped inside me or something, to get away with being Penny without having to know whatever she should know in that situation, and he asked me if I still knew that it was 1993, and I said yes, though I was still lying. (Also, 1993...?) I walked around people playing some sports and was just excited to be Penny, but after that I woke up.

#2 - You're My Angel [Non-Lucid]

I remember very little about this dream so it's basically a fragment, but only because of false awakenings. What I do remember is that I was some absolutely gorgeous and pretty tan woman, the way I thought of it at the time was I looked like a Victoria's Secret model. I was wearing some cute yellow bikini, and I was sitting at my computer warning people about the hacked DV. There was definitely more to it than that, but I had a false awakening where I wrote it down so I forgot some of the details, then ANOTHER false awakening where I wrote it down and forgot even more, so by the time I actually woke up that's all I had left.

#3 - Accidental First WILD [WILD]

I was lying in bed not really intending to fall back asleep after the last dream, so I stayed there awake for a bit but then I started to zone out and drift off a bit. Out of nowhere a dream scene formed around me almost instantaneously. There was a song playing somewhere in the background of my mind, and then I was in my parents' bedroom but there were a few tables set up by the bed that aren't normally there and some of my family members were walking around. Next to me were my cousins P and G, but they looked a few years younger than they are now. Everything was extremely vivid, basically indistinguishable from real life. I just thought to myself "Okay, this is interesting...." P and G were playing a game of Clue, I watched them for a minute and then P looked at me and said "Hey, how're you doing in the closet?" to which I responded "Good...?" I was a little caught off guard and didn't really try to stabilize or retain lucidity. I heard the song from the beginning start playing really loudly but still distantly again, and then the dream collapsed and I woke up into sleep paralysis. I didn't really realize what was going on though, I was hallucinating and my eyes were open so there was lots of confusing stimuli. I was getting a third-eye type visual of myself typing up the dream in my phone but I wasn't sure if I was actually doing it. Around my room I could see that my wall proportions were extremely distorted, the room looked almost triangular, and the light was quickly switching between nighttime and daytime. I could see one of my pillows hanging off the bed (which it actually wasn't) and it was covered in large piano keys. It was all incredibly weird, but then I woke up fully and realized I hadn't actually typed up the dream yet, so I got up and did that.

Hold on a sec.... If I had done a reality check when I was typing the dream in sleep paralysis, would I have been able to re-enter a lucid dream with my eyes open!?

But anyway, that's it for that night. Pretty interesting if I do say so myself, even if not incredibly detailed.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra...


Fragment #1:

I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit.

"Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway.

"Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though.

I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib.

"Owww," He moaned.

"Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?"


Fragment #2:

I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah.



Pirate version:


I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit.

"Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway.

"Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Squid-Brained Scallywag thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again.

I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib.

"Owww," Says he.

"Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?"

Fragment #2:
I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye.


Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye!


EDIT: This managed to take a spot on the Lucid Inquirer, for Dream Journal Weekly! Thanks for choosing it!

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra...


Fragment #1:

I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit.

"Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway.

"Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though.

I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib.

"Owww," He moaned.

"Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?"


Fragment #2:

I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah.



Pirate version:


I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit.

"Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway.

"Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again.

I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib.

"Owww," Says he.

"Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?"

Fragment #2:
I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye.


Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye!

In a car with some people, one of them is wearing a tight cowl and maybe a mask
then
Fantasy Football
I am riding my bike in my old neighborhood towards my elementary school. I ride up onto the field where we used to play football and to my surprise the field looks much larger and a huge game is going on. The players on the side I am facing appear to be giants or large monsters in regular dress, but the colour scheme is yellow/purple. An alternative rock or indie song is playing in the background with the verse "Give it to me Lola . . .".
I have joined the team of regular people and I try to bring down this huge girl, she must have been 10' tall, in a hoodie, shorts and hat, all of which are purple and yellow.

then

2 other dreams I didnt record
heh lazy

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 18-19, 2011.]

I'm at my old elementary school. I'm following a little ridey-car through a bunch of playgrounds, which are big, colorful, and elaborate.

I'm at the dining table in House #1, eating a meal with my parents and having a heated discussion of NaNoWriMo T-shirts with my dad. I insist, “If I need a large, you need at least a 2XL!” He's insulted and ends the conversation right there. [Day residue: I had just ordered a new NaNoWriMo T-shirt on the 17th, and I do, in fact, need a large, because their shirt sizes tend to be small.]

My family is staying in a rented vacation house that is up on a slight hill. My mom and I drive up to it in her red Honda Fit [she really does drive one in real life] and pull into its dirt driveway. There are already many other cars parked in front of the house, causing my mom to complain about having to back out through such a narrow space later. We're planning on leaving the rented house later and going and staying at a camp.

[Fragment] I tell my parents about my plan to purchase a Smart Car. [More day residue; I really had been thinking about doing that.]

I was supposed to be part of a show on stage. I will be the last person to "talk," even though the show is something like dancing and singing and stuff, and I don't understand why I was just going to "talk" in the end. Perhaps I was assigned to give a closing remark, or something.

I was observing the whole show, organized by a Ms. Mon, and I said that I'll observe first before I give the closing remark. However, I left in the middle of the show, thinking that I seem to have no room in that kind of show. I told my agent/manager to tell Ms. Mon that I cancelled my speech as we went to our room in the hotel. He told me that we'll have to pay for our hotel and food if that's the case. I told him that's not a problem.

Then I went on an incoherent travel, in a school, with a lot of hiding from enemies in dark suits and stuff.

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Dreamsigns:

on stage
Monique
chase

March 30, 2011
Lucid Dream 206: School Days
Series: The Land of Dreams, Episode 7
DILD
around 5:30pm



I am the teenage version of myself, walking around a school that resembled my old elementary school. I was walking behind the "new girl". The girl was actress, AnnaSophia Robb. She walked around the hallways alone and didn't seem to make eye contact with anyone. She went into the library and I decided to follow her in. I noticed she kept looking over at me while I browsed around the library. I decided to make my move and go speak to her. I started bullshitting about some book that was nearby and I got her to laugh. She then brushed me off as if she wasn't interested. I knew otherwise. She checked out a book and I followed her. I was trying to talk her into going on a date. She playfully declined and entered the elevator. I asked her if she would at least tell me her name. She smiled and said goodbye as the elevator closed. I took off down the hallway and noticed that my feet just started sliding/gliding along the ground. It was as if I were skating. I was reading one of O's dreams the previous night where he was doing this same slide skating. Must be where this came from.

I skated my way to the steps, jumped up on the railing, and grinded/slid down. I met the girl as she exited the elevator. She smiled and said, "You wouldn't be following me now would you?" I told her that she hadn't answered my question yet. She said, "I answered your question. I declined, remember?" I replied, "Ah, but you answered the question incorrectly. Luckily for you, my question follows the, "no child left behind" idea. So, you have to get it right before I stop bugging you." She smiled and kept walking as I tagged along. Whenever we came to a set of stairs, I would unrealistically jump all the way to the bottom. This school building was like 5 floors tall. There was a small set of stairs in the hallway that led up to flat landing and then there was another set that led up a bit more and the hallway continued. We both started running at them and she said, "I've got you on this one. I was the state record holder at my old school for the high jump." I randomly became lucid as we were running.

She jumped and cleared the first set of stairs. I jumped and cleared the first set, the platform, and the second set of stairs. She seemed surprised and amused at the same time. She then entered a room and I followed. It was a large empty room with mirrors covering one entire wall. It was a dance room. I looked into the mirror and saw a reflection of my high school self. She changed her shoes and started stretching. I plopped down on a bean bag in the back of the room and fired up a blunt. She started dancing and seemed to have forgotten about me. She was a really good dancer and her style was beautiful. She noticed me and said, "I suppose you wouldn't leave if I asked you to?" I replied, "I wouldn't be here if you didn't want me here." She smiled and said, "You are pretty full of yourself, huh?" She then went back to dancing.

I looked around the room and noticed that there were three people sitting on the floor right behind me. They seemed to be playing poker. I heard a whisper in my ear say, "Faith." I turned and the girl was standing in front of me, "My name is Faith." Me and Faith attempted to join the poker game, but the guys were acting really immature and one of them got up and said, "I don't want to play cards with a stupid GIRL." They all got up and left the room. Faith seemed sad and her eyes started watering a bit. I hugged her, kissed her gently and said, "Don't cry over those idiots. They are just jealous." She asked what they were jealous of and I said, "Jealous of you. They totally wanted me for themselves. One of them was just dying for me to bend him over." She laughed and playfully gave me a shove. I smiled and took her hand. I told her I was going to show her something cool.

I took flight. We flew up several sets of stairs to the top floor and then landed. I explained to her that we were in a dream and could do anything we wanted. I took off and started running along the side of the wall. The first few steps felt like I was running sideways and then my perspective instantly changed. The wall was now like the normal ground below me. I stepped up to the ceiling and felt like I was running upside down for the first few steps. Then my perspective changed as if the ceiling was just the ground. I stepped onto the other wall and then back onto the ground again. I flash stepped back over to Faith. Finn from the t.v. series, "Glee" was now with us. I told both of them that they just had to believe in themselves and they could do it to.

A teacher walked out from a nearby classroom. She handed Finn some eye drops and said, "Here, these will help." He put the eye drops in and handed them to Faith. She put them in and handed them to me. I said, "Eh, I have pretty good clarity already. I don't want to mess it up." Finn convinced me to put some in. I used the eye drops and the clarity/vividness increase by 100x's. My vision was otherworldly. It was as if I had the eye power of a hawk. I looked all the way down the long hallway and could have spotted a fly on the wall (the hallway was at least 200 yards long). I have never had vision like this in a dream before. It seriously was 100x's better than waking life vision. It is really hard to explain how crazy this was. It didn't zoom in and out or anything like that. I could just see way better and further than normal. It was really amazing and I wish I could see like that all the time. In waking life as well.

I grabbed the old teacher and kissed her on the mouth and said, "Thank you, thank you! This is awesome. Those aren't normal eye drops are they?" She smiled, shook her head and said, "They are Eagle Drops." Me, Finn, and Faith started running matrix style along the walls of the hallway. The other students didn't even seem to notice us. I knocked a few of them over and they just got up and acted like nothing happened, lol. I was running along the wall and accidentally stepped into an opening to the girls bathroom. My perspective flipped back to normal and I hovered in the air and exited the bathroom. The old teacher was standing nearby and she looked like she was about to scold me. I quickly said, "Nah, that doesn't count. I never touched the floor in there." She pondered for a moment and said, "I guess its ok." Finn, Faith and a few other students let out a triumphant and corny, "Yeah," in unison. As if my perfect record was on the line in a corny teen movie.

The dream started to become unstable and I couldn't do anything to help it. It had faded to black and I thought I was waking up. I then felt someone slip the eye drops into my hand. I blindly put in the eye drops and the dream instantly cleared back up. I thanked the old teacher and looked for Finn and Faith. I heard Lady Gaga's Bad Romance playing, but didn't see anyone. I followed the sound of Lady Gaga (even though I despise the song) and it lead me to a concert area in the school. Faith and Finn were actually singing the song and putting on the concert. Faith sounded just like Lady Gaga. I leapt into the air, over the crowd, and flew up to the stage. Faith held up her hand and I flew by and gave her a high five. The crowd started cheering and I continued to fly around the area. It seemed to be a large club with a bar and lounge area. I proceeded to engage in some mischief.

I grabbed a large plastic mug and began slamming it off the ground and then zooming to catch it. I started slamming it off people's heads and catching it as well. It finally broke, so I flew around knocking people's hats off and knocking their drinks and food over. After a bit of knocking things over, I swooped down and started stealing drinks. I would then splash the drinks in people's faces. It was a lot of fun. I finally touched down in the lounge area. I overheard a guy talking about a new line of hats coming out. One was a Carmelo Anthony, Syracuse hat. He also started talking about an Iverson Georgetown hat. I noticed he was wearing a UVA sweat shirt. As I approached, I noticed that he looked a lot like me. I felt the dream slipping away. I was going to DEILD, but I couldn't recall the start of my dream, so I allowed myself to wake up instead.


Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? To find out, stay tuned for more entries to the series!

March 13, 2011
Lucid Dream 196: A Little Game of Grab-Ass
Series: Friends, Episode 6
around 10:00am
DILD

Category - WTF


I was in a school building that appeared to be a hybrid of my old high school and elementary school. Me and my friend Diddy were walking up the middle stairs. In front of us was a teacher with a pretty nice ass. Diddy nudged me with his arm and pointed at her ass. I suddenly got the urge to just grab/pinch it. I thought to myself, "It will be ok, because I am dreaming." I instantly became lucid after this thought.

I winked at Diddy and then squeezed a big handful of the teachers ass. When she turned around I pointed at Diddy and she looked pissed off. She said something and then entered a brisk walk and left us behind. Diddy was a little mad and asked why I did that. I said, "Dude, relax we are dreaming right now." He stopped for a moment and performed a RC. He got excited and said, "Awesome, lets go grab someone else's ass." I laughed and asked him if that was really what he wanted to do in a this lucid. He looked a little take-aback and said, "Well, sure...why not?" I laughed again and agreed to participate.

We decided to make a game out of it. We would take turns and grab a random person's ass. When they turned around, we would make up a stupid excuse and you got a point if the DC accepted the answer. No points were given if they didn't believe it. I saw a decent looking female who I assumed to be a teacher. I figured I would start with her. I grabbed her ass and when she turned around I said, "No, it wasn't me. There was a turkey just now. I just ran by and bit you a little." She looked didn't look surprised as she started looking down the hallway and said, "That damn thing must have gotten loose again." Next it was Diddy's turn. I can't remember what he said, but he also got a point. With the next person, I began singing the song by Shaggy, "It Wasn't Me." The girl apologized for accusing me and I got a point.

We played until it was tied like 5 to 5 and Diddy made a bet. He pointed out one of our hard-ass, male teachers from high school. He said if I could get a point off him, then I would win. I thought for a moment and then came up with the perfect plan. I walked up and grabbed his ass. He turned around briskly and his face was red with fury (just like I used to remember ). He told me I was in big trouble and began shouting (just like he used to ). I tried to look confused and said, "Wait, why am I in trouble? What happened?" He spit as he talked and said, "You know damn well you just grabbed my hindquarters!" I tried to look shocked and said, "No sir, I am gay. You know a young and confused gay man would be too embarrassed to just grab your ass like that." He looked confused for a moment and said, "Well, I guess you have a point there." He adjusted his tie nervously and said, "I'm sorry about that. Must have had too much coffee this morning."

I began doing a crazy moonwalk-like dance in celebration of my victory as the teacher walked off. I told Diddy to give me my grab-ass championship trophy. He handed me a blue T-shirt that had "Grab-Ass Champ" written in gold letters with a picture of a cartoon elephant below it. I put it on a took flight through the halls. I began plowing into anyone who got in my way and kept shouting, "Make way for the champion of grab-ass!" I awoke while flying through the school causing a ruckus.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Today I couldn't really remember a lot when I woke up, but over the day I started to remember some vague details:

this one was written during WBTB:
I'm in my old elementary school, I am helping people to install Dutch-programs (WTH!!) because only the one for the last year works (the name had the letters 'SP' in it, wonder if that was a sign...). I try something with an old flashdrive to put R4-Chips in. Dream Recall minimal.

DS: Back at old elementary school, the old flashdrive I never use.

This is what I started to remember over the day, only some vague fragments:
Somethin with my crush' tarantula. I wrote something on my forehead with bleu pen (it may have been 'lucid' god, I'm really missing the hints...) and felt like I should wash it of, it worked. I remember the feeling of the pen and the washing of feeling very real. Something with a red haired girl in a white parka (may have been a charrie from a book I read). Something with a snow-covered hill. Someone (female, with dreadlocks) is getting hit by several people, woman stopping it. Something with some sort of indians (the sort of indians from America, not India).

DS: The tarantula acting odd, writing on my own forehead, indians

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[Another really long entry, but it's a really good one this time. Sorry for taking up so much page space again.]

I'm on the playground of my elementary school. It's dusk, and there are lots and lots of kids and teenagers on the playground, some playing games, others just milling around. I see one group of kids playing something that they call tackle football; it involves one person on the team holding a bowl of green beans and others holding and occasionally eating spoonfuls of the green beans, while the entire team moves around the field. Curious about the game they're playing, I approach the group.

“Are those green beans?” I ask.

“Yes,” someone in the group says.

The group spreads out a little, and I see that two of the people in it are P. and Thomas[, who first appeared in my dream dated December 7]. The instant I see him, I know for sure that I'm dreaming. “Thomas?” I say, looking at him. He acknowledges me. I'm pleasantly surprised to see him again, and amazed at how completely real all the people around me look. Throughout the rest of this dream, I make a special effort to pay attention to the environment around me, including paying attention to the physical sensations of touching things whenever I can. I'm aware that if I don't, they'll stop existing and fade away.

I start wandering through the playground, heading back toward the school buildings. P. and Thomas are following me. It's now fully dark, but the playground is still crowded. I end up on the sidewalk of the street that runs along the south side of the school and passes the kindergarten before the dreamscape shifts on me.

I don't notice the shift itself, but I find myself walking through the streets of a charming, slightly old-fashioned downtown with square, orderly blocks. There's no one else around. I stop and turn around, attempting to summon P. and/or Thomas by expecting them to be there. It doesn't work; I'm all alone. I shrug and continue exploring. As I had in the previous scene, I continue to notice and marvel at how vivid, detailed, and realistic the environment around me is. Everything looks and feels exactly like reality, yet I know perfectly well that I'm dreaming. I can even feel the asphalt and pavement under my feet. [It didn't occur to me until I had woken up and was lying there, recalling my dream, that I must have looked pretty funny wandering around in public places with no shoes on. ] I remember one of my lucid goals and attempt to walk through a wall into one of the shops. I try it twice, but it doesn't work either time; I'm not surprised at all to discover that the wall is just as solid and “real” as everything else in this dream world. As I continue walking, I think, Wow, this dream is really stable and seems to be going on for a long time. What should I do here? Oh, yeah – the Task of the Month is to hit a DC with a snowball. I'll have to go find a snowball. But there is no snow in this setting, and the weather is clear and bright.

I pass a small shop front on a street corner, with a red brick facade and a walk-up window where you can buy things. I recognize the woman inside as Lisa D., a real-life friend. I stop and talk to her. I say, “Lisa, do you happen to know where I might find a snowball?” She invites me to come into the shop through the door on the side. I stand just outside the door. [I don't know why; recall is a little vague here.] The small shop is actually a short truck, which is backed up to the brick facade with the window in it with its back cargo door open, forming the interior space. Lisa starts up the truck and starts driving it away from the facade and along the street. I walk quickly along with it for a little way, holding on to the frame of the open, narrow door on the side and keeping pace with it. Then I step up into the truck through the doorway and ride in it. I say aloud, “I could float along with the truck, but when the truck is moving, why make the effort?” I vaguely remember another person being in the doorway with me, but if so, I don't know who it was.

I ride inside the truck as it drives up into the mountains. While sitting in the truck, I hold onto the handle of a plastic bucket, feeling the sensation to ensure the dream remains stable. The truck takes me to a town on a mountaintop. I'm on or near a different, fenced-in school playground [I think; again, my recall isn't very good here.] I can see buildings on the tops of nearby hills, and I think I catch a glimpse of a patch of snow on a distant hilltop, but I'm not sure.

[I think] The scene shifts again, and I'm walking around on the campus of a community college. [Day residue; I walked back and forth across my real community college campus several times yesterday.] There's no one else around. This community college campus has slightly more traditional-looking architecture than my real one does, has a different layout, and there are more plants around and they're more mature, making the campus greener than my real one. This is a pretty campus, I think. I'm still admiring how vivid and "real" my surroundings are as I explore them, and I'm still looking for snow, but not finding any.

[Dreamskip? Another scene shift? I'm not sure, but the next thing I remember is that] I'm walking through the interior of a large, recreational building. I'm in a spacious, high-ceilinged indoor space with two swimming pools in it, a large, deep one and a smaller, shallower one, at right angles to each other. There are people in this room, many of them kids, walking around, swimming, and getting into and out of the pools. In one corner of the room is the entrance to a child-care room, which is full of brightly pastel-colored play equipment with little kids playing on it. It's separated from the room with the pools by glass walls. One of the glass walls has sticky gel letters on the inside of it, so that they look backward from outside the room. I can still read them backward, though. When I first look at them, I read them as “Children Sno” and think, Yay, snow! Then I approach the room for a closer look and realize that I've misread them; they say “Children Glo.” I leave the room, walking on the path between the narrow end of the larger pool and the longer side of the smaller pool. As I walk, I complain aloud: “There's no snow here! I mean, I know I've lived in Southern California all my life, but come on! Can't I have some imagination?” [I was complaining about the fact that, even though I wanted to complete the Task of the Month, my mind wasn't creating any snow in my dream world. The explanation I came up with for this observation was that I've never spent a winter in an area where it snows, so my mind can't re-create snow very easily, because I've only experienced it in real life a couple of times, so I don't know what it's like very well.]

Outside the recreational building, there's a courtyard or patio where a large group of people are having a celebration or reception. I walk among them without speaking to anyone. No one takes any notice of me. There are folding tables with paper tablecloths and lots of food set out on them, including oatmeal cookies. [I wish I'd thought to try one! This was the first time I've had the chance to try dream food while lucid, and I missed it! Dang!] Still in search of a snowball to throw, I decide to try summoning one by reaching under a small table of food next to a wall, without looking, and expecting a snowball to be there. It doesn't work. When I look, the only thing under the table is a small, open-topped cardboard box with some kind of party supplies in it, like paper napkins. [I note that in my attempts to summon people or things in this dream, I did not have the same quiet assurance and confidence that it would work as I had at those times in the past when I successfully summoned an object. I wasn't truly focusing on it or believing in it this time, which, I think, is why it didn't work.]

I get up from looking under the table and look around at the people celebrating. I sense that the dream is about to end. I close my eyes, hoping to use that method of teleporting to get to another environment. I just end up looking at the inside of my real eyelids.

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Side notes:

This dream came at the end of a very bad, emotionally draining day and a late night. I was too tired to really try to induce a lucid dream. All I did was get up for a minute or two and go back to bed right before I had this dream, do a minimal amount of affirmations (maybe one or two), and wear my cardboard-square wristband on the inside of my right wrist, which I hadn't worn at all in a while. It may have been one of these things that caused such a long, vivid lucid dream, or maybe it was just the fact that I'd had a bad day and wanted to escape from it all (even though I consciously told myself before bed that that was stupid). I sure did feel a lot happier and better after waking up from my dream, though.

After waking up, I realized two things about this dream:
A) Expecting to be able to summon a snowball was stupid because, unlike the seed pod that I successfully summoned before (see entry dated October 26, 2010), a snowball doesn't naturally exist as a discrete object. You have to make a snowball yourself.
B) I was surrounded by DCs several times. I could have talked to my subconscious and asked for the answers to the questions from my exam that I missed because I had studied those subjects months ago, forgotten about them, and failed to review before the exam. (I'm not saying for sure that it would have worked, but it would have been fun to try. I'm curious to know if it can work.) I actually thought about doing that before I went to bed, but I didn't even think of it while I was dreaming. The only thing it occurred to me to do was to hit a DC with a snowball. Silly me! I will have to add “ask a DC about stuff I should know, but have forgotten” to my list of goals.

One final note: Wow. I now have a recurring, original, named dream character who is neither a pre-existing fictional character nor anyone I know in real life, and seeing him made me go lucid because I remembered meeting him in a previous dream, and here he was again, so I had to be dreaming. That's pretty neat. I can't say for sure that that officially makes him my dream guide, though, at least not just yet. It didn't occur to me to ask him if he was one. If I see him again, I'll try to remember to do that.

Night of December 3-4

I'm in a house or apartment somewhere. A friend [no one I recognize from real life] is holding up a gallon-size plastic bag full of pieces of cantaloupe and honeydew melon. I say that honeydew melon always gives me stomachaches [true in real life]. She says that we should take all that fruit and put it in our lunches, which are at the bottom of the hill, on the school playground [the playground of my elementary school]. I answer that if I'm going to haul myself all the way down there to get our lunches, I'm going to take my computer down to the school while I'm at it. My computer's hard drive needs to be reformatted, so I do that before I leave for the school. The computer's hard drive is stored within a big, black AC adapter box [like the one on our electronic keyboard, not like the one for my laptop]. When I finish reformatting it, I unplug it from the hard drive and say, “Congratulations: it's a hard drive.”

I'm sitting at the kitchen table in House #1, working on my old laptop (my first one). P. has been using it. She's opened up a whole bunch of windows with video clips in them (VLC, or Quicktime, or some program like that that shows video), and a video editing program called Star Producer. She shows me how to get to the folder Star Producer created for her videos. There's someone else there in the house with us [I don't know who, exactly, but I got the impressions 'young' and 'female'], looking for her sweater. I point her sweater out to her; it's lying in a heap over the arm of one of the two pale green armchairs in the living room. [We actually did have those at that house.]

I'm walking around outside, on a street lined with trees, houses, and small, old apartment buildings. It looks like it might be in Louisville, because most of the buildings seem to be kind of old, and a lot of them are made of brick. A woman with long hair (or possibly a veil or shawl over her head? I'm not sure) and long, flowing clothes is on the street, going along it by floating about a foot or so off the ground. I think, Oh, she must be dreaming. [Evidently, I now take for granted that flying/floating is normal when one is dreaming... and yet, it still completely failed to occur to me that I was dreaming.] I start floating, too, but then come back down to the ground [for a reason I don't quite remember now] and continue walking. I see Arthur, Ariadne, and Eames [from Inception] there, also walking along the street. [Day residue; I was reading part of the shooting script the day before.] Eames also starts to float as they go, but comes down after a minute. I walk behind them. I hear Eames say, “I'm a little bit married,” meaning, to Arthur. I repeat this, giggling at it a little. They don't notice me at all.

Night of December 4-5

I'm at Disneyland again, in the old Carousel of Progress building. It has been filled with some really neat ride/exhibit/something-or-other. [I remember that it was much, much cooler than the one that's actually there now, but I don't remember what exactly it was because I was too lazy to write it down.] Later, after leaving that building, I meet my parents at a restaurant elsewhere in Disneyland.