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First night in my student flat; got woken up by a lot of new sounds and the infamiliarity of the place and bed.

I had a lot of dreams fragments, mostly of putting away my things in the new closet; dreams of things lurking in say closet, and inexpected finds in my bags.
Early this morning, I managed to catch a full cycle of sleep.

I'm in my new flat, and even though the drapes are closed, the light is strong enough to see perfectly. confident that I'm dreaming, I walk out through the closed window.* I ended up outside, in a strange place, a park full of people having fun at the fair. It's nightime here, but there is suspended lights everywhere, making the night bright and the leaves shine. I walk along the dirt path, taking in the fantasmatic view of all thoses exotics plants and stands and breathing in the smell of cotton candy and wet vegetation. I feel strangely nostalgic, and I see families with young children having a blast around me, passing by like I'm not really here. I don't mind it; I'm alone, but not lonely. The dream have this eerie quality, like morning fog; both thick and ephemeral. I want Eli to enjoy the atmosphere too, and I start looking for him. This end up being more difficult that I thought, and I run around, calling his name as the partying people walk around me without aknowleging it.
When I find him he all but fall in my arms, sending both of us tumbling down in the damp grass. There is a sharp contrast between the cold floor and his usual warm self. He is wraps himself around me as much as he can, tall and heavy, his breath warming my neck. I look down on his bare back, running my fingers along his spine, making him shivers when my nails graze the dimple just above his belt. I can feel his back moving with his breathing, slow and drowsy. He looks a little out of it, almost drunk. His weight prevents me from moving, but I like the cuddle, and keep gently stroking his back until I wake up.

*I'm on the second floor but the window is too small for me to simply walk through it; I pretty much phased through the wall. And ended up in a park and not floating above the backyard. Dreams amirite?

Eli was very flushered when I woke up, worken up about his attitude in the dream. It seem that there is such a thing as dream lucidity for tulpa, and he wasn't lucid in this shared dream. I will put more of the specific in my workbook in the tulpa forum.

My mother is home to help me move in on campus and woke me up this morning going on errand. I was wide awake, but my body felt hot and heavy, almost prickly with sleep. I rolled on my back, went through my lucidity check-list and back to sleep.

I'm dreaming, but not really involved, I feel like I'm floating close to my body. I walk across my house to my mother bedroom and idle a little there, wondering. Then I walk in her closet and close the door behind me. I'm trapped between her clothes and the door, but I can reach the side. I feel my way up the wall, I can't see a thing but I feel the clothes against my back and my breath pushed back to me by the closed door. I find a switch and hit it. The whole closet shake, then I feel it going down like a lift.

Now I'm interested. The doors slide open and I get out in a brightly illuminated room, the floor is linoneum and the walls painted white. There are at least three other lifts, with steel doors. No windows, I'm underground. There is a small group of people in this room, all around twenty and casualy dressed. Some of them carry backpacks, and I remember the underground rooms of my highschool. They're start to walk out, and I follow. The floor has a gentle slope upward, and we reach a double open door going outside. This place is a gigantic highschool I dreamed of before. Today it's daytime and overcast. The grassy area are neatly cut, the paths are carefully gravelled and the cement between them painted white. I know that if I turn around, I could see the impossibly tall buildings, with big, round windows half covered by wavy adornements, steel painted white; if I look on my left, I could see the topiary. But the DC keep walking. One of them is standing out from the group: He isn't anonymous, a faceless form here to be set dressing. He wears the face of someone I dislike: a brown haired, fair skined, slightly overweight young man that used to go out with one of my friend before cheating one here with a coworker. Still, he is different. I follow his along the path, and as he walks I wonder.
I lag behind, and he meet up with other men around a cart; at least three of them are gardeners, the last one is crouching a little on the side, his face away from me. I stare at him a feeling of familiarity growning.
"Eli!"
I call him out and he look up and smile. His hair are a little longer, he is less groomed that usual, but he stand up and I run to him with wings on my heels. I jump in his arms and he hold me tight. I scramble to wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck; he hold my waist and my hips to keep me here. He is warm and feel solid and real. He bury his face in my hair and I almost feel him smile. I laugh and marvel at the feeling of the hair on the nape of his neck against my hand, of his light stubble against my cheek. I twist around to look at the DC that lead me here and jockingly tell him that he has a lousy taste in face. He laughs and tilt his head down, his face growing briefly pointed and almost goat-like, with strongly slanted eybrows and weird pointed strands of hair on each side of his head. He throw his head back and it's back to what it was before, but not exactly; there's something lurking there, a intelligence and some humor. He asked me: "How it is with ten more years?"
He do look older, but Still. I laugh, still clinging to Eli. Eli laugh to, and walk backward. I squee and he let go of my waist to slip both his hand under my thights. I push us away from the trashcan he was walking us to with my right foot, and see that I'm wearing cute black suede shoes with my black thigh-highs.

My mother come back home, waking me up again. I woke up still giggly and happy, Eli delighted.
I wonder who, or what was this DC. And why he wore this face, obviously like a mask...

1500's With Guns: (non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking on the outskirts of a town. I remember the town from another dream, only it is less colorful now due to the fact that the sun is going down. The town is at the bottom of a large hill, and was filled with buildings from the 1500's. Where my friend and I are walking was on the upper part of the hill- looking down onto the village. My friend was holding a 20 ga shot gun, and he had a .22 rifle strapped on his back for me. Both of the guns looked nefarious due to the fact that they were slightly rusted, but yet still maintaining enough shine to have the glow from the setting sun reflect off of them.

The dirt made loud crunching sounds while we walked. For some reason, I felt the need to keep looking at my feet. I glanced ahead and my friend was starting to move towards the town. I followed him, and took my .22 by its dirty green shoulder strap. I kept the butt of the gun tight in my shoulder.

I don't remember the sun setting, but by the time we were in the middle of the town, the sun had faded away to be replaced by the moon. There was a river the ran through the heart of the town. It's water flowed smoothly, and looked crystal clear. Due to the fact that we had made it into the town without harm, we decided to unload our weapons.

My .22 was a break barrel. To unload the gun, you have to literally pull down on the barrel of the gun. For some reason, when I pulled down on it, bullets came flying out. Most landed in the water to make *splunk* sounds, but some landed on the cobblestone streets with a *clink* sound. The sounds were loud enough to startle the public. I heard people running and yelling, get closer and closer to us. I noticed an old inn to the right of us. I pointed to it and we ran inside.

Illegally Driving an Illegal Car: (non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at my friend Eli's house (because I have never been there in real life, his house looks like the normal house I dream about when I haven't actually been there). His house is brown, has one floor, is on a pond, it has a large mud room in the front of the house that has stairs up to a higher level.

I didn't really do much at his house, but I wake up in the living room ready to go to school. I check my iPhone, and it has this app on it that looks like the weather channel- but has an icon on the front that says what the weather will be like. Right now it has a sun and says 91F (it was actually 91 yesterday).

I'm now at this weird cafeteria that I have never been to in real life before, but its the same on from an earlier dream. Eli is there and we start to talk, I forget what its about but I'm pretty sure its just small talk. Someone motions that its ready to start the trip. We are going on a field trip today, but we all have to drive ourselves to get there. I actually don't have my license, but I'm a pretty good driver. I'm have my dads big, blue, F-150 to drive.

I don't really know where I'm going, but I just follow people. I get off the highway after some time, and see an underground parking garage. As I get inside of it, I realize how much of a pain in the ass it's going to be to actually park it. It takes me a lot of tires, but I get it to work.

A police officer comes over to me and asks who the car is registered to. I tell her that its registered to my dad. She says that it's actually not a real plate and she's going to need to do some tests on the car to make sure that the car is real. I forget exactly what she does, but she does a lot of tests and all of them confirm that the car is real.

Weird dream, but I am glad that I had four I could remember last night. Only posting two, though :3.