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10-9-06

Lucid Dream!!

It's about time!

I had thought I had missed out on having a good dream last night. I had awakened at 3:30. The only dream I had had to that point that I remembered was one about a guy I knew in high school (G R). And I was seeing him while visiting. (I think I am anticipating this coming weekend in CA.)

So I laid in bed for the next few hours trying to get back to sleep so I would have not only a good night's sleep but something far more interesting to put down in my dream journal.

Well, I got my wish. My alarm had actually gone off. I had pushed snooze...

I was talking to Jeff about a car accident--supposedly about one he/I/we (?) had. At this moment he was in the car, and I was standing on the sidewalk about two blocks from home. It was night or very early morning...fairly dark. I was about to ask him to give me a ride home, but he took off.

I decided to run home. I was running very fast. But as I look back on it I didn't have very good control. There was this building I was going to have to pass. I wanted to veer away from it a little so didn't come blindly around one of its corners (you know, in case someone was standing there waiting to mug me). But I ended up almost running into that corner. Luckily no one was waiting there to mug me.

I got to where I thought my street should be, but I realized I had gone a block too far. I turned around to go back. I still couldn't find my street. Suddenly I had that feeling I had in a dream a couple of months ago where I was also trying to find my house/apartment, but couldn't find it.

I questioned this feeling. Could I possibly be dreaming??

I was still on the move. But I was riding my bike now. I was heading to a place in the road where there was a very steep hill that came back up to another hill. I decided that this would be a good place to give dream control a try. I decided that when the hill dipped down I would remain going (flying) straight across.

I remember thinking that I was pretty sure I was in a dream, but that things seemed so real. This was going to be quite the test.

The road started to slope down. I concentrated on not going down. Yes.....I was doing it!. I was definitely in a dream. I flew across toward the other hill. I remember music playing. It might have been Africa by Toto.... LOL. I remember thinking that there was something significant about that choice in music...something that Tito would have appreciated [in retrospect, I have no idea what I was thinking]. I do remember thinking that I rather enjoyed music in my LDs, and that I would make an effort to always create it.

Suddenly I was in a store. I don't know how that transition came about.

I walked passed an aisle and caught a glimpse of Carl. I almost walked past because I seemed to be in a hurry to get someplace, then thought that would be terriblely rude not to stop and say "Hi". So I went back. He had seen me. We said "Hi" and hugged. Suddenly I realized that he was very very tall. I looked up at him again and realized that he wasn't Carl anymore, but Daniel.

I thought, "Hey, this is cool. Who else can I make this person be?" I gave him another hug and concentrated on him turning into someone else. I think it was working, but my alarm went off.

All this had happened in the ten minutes between alarms.

Alright!

I'm so glad this happened. I was starting to wonder what my problem was....why I couldn't LD anymore. But I have really been trying hard to think about it lately and I guess it paid off!!

I had one of those dreams where lucid dreaming was on my mind, but not enough to actually make me go lucid. Rrrrr. But as much as I get frustrated at myself for completely missing the obvious, I have to at least be happy that the idea of lucid dreaming made it into the dream. The more that happens the more I will have lucid dreams.

Dream 1:

I was on The Biggest Loser show (I think this is because I have been traveling and eating bad and I have been telling myself that as soon as I get home I need to eat really healthy). I started making friends with this Korean guy that was also a contestant. At one point we were in this big room and I started flying and floating up toward the ceiling. The Korean guy started floating too.

I said, "Wow--you must be a lucid dreamer too!" And he nods his head.

Then I started telling him about all the things that I can do in a lucid dream. I told him about the tornado that I did in my last LD. I pointed to the ground and said, "If this were my LD I would make a tornado from on that very spot." And I made this little brown spot appear on the floor. I even half -heartedly tried to make a tornado, but nothing appeared.

I also remember asking him if he did WBTBs, which I think he said that he did occasionally.

Then I floated all the way to the top and rested on the ceiling (like I like to do in dreams--lucid or not).


Dream 2:

I was watching TV. I saw that Blink182 was about to come on. They were playing live for some TV show. I saw that they were dressed like the Beatles. They started singing. It was an interesting song that I had never heard that was a good cross between a Blink song and Beatles song. I liked it. Then Tom and Mark turned around and I could see that their pants had the back cut out, and I could see their butts. I remember thinking, "Oh brother, do they always have to do something dumb like that?"

My dream begins with me feeling incredible emotions of jealousy because it is my birthday I think my boyfriend is expressing his attraction to one of my roommates. I become angry and leave everyone behind and find myself with another girl I've never seen before. At first I have negative feelings for her and I want to leave, but before I do she grabs me by the ankles and asks me not to go but to help her fly. So I take off, and this is when I become lucid, and I begin flying with her flying behind me holding onto my feet. At some point she detaches and I am only aware of my own flight. I'm going over a sunny outdoor cafe with bright green trees before me, and then I am flying over a river or large canal. I know in my mind that this is Paris, and after a while longer of flying I lose my lucidity. Strangely I did not awaken with any sense of euphoria, nor did I experience elation the past few times I had lucid dreams.

I was in a town that kind of resembled hollywood, only the hill didn't have the Hollywood sign. All of the buildings were a tan color and had pillars of some sort, but were still modern looking homes. It was very bright, which surprises me now that I think of it because I usually don't notice the light levels of my dreams. Anyway, I did a nose plug reality check and became lucid. The first thing I did was jump up into the air and hover. It wasn't working out so well, I could stay in the air, but it was hard to stay up. I moved my arms like wings and that seemed to do the trick. I soared forward and got very close to the pavement. I rotated my body around so that I was flying on my back.

Soon I came to a department store. There was a young guy, about 17 or so, wearing a black shirt. I began to lose lucidity here. He grabbed some jewelry from a table and stuffed it into his pocket. I walked in as he was walking out, and grabbed his arm. Some of his friends came over from outside the store. They were a group of two boys and one girl. They tried to tell him to quit stealing stuff. I said "your friends care more about you being arrested than any money you are going to male from selling that."

After that I walked down the street and came to a few buildings with arches in front of them. I realized I went along with the dream's plot and lost lucidity. Doing a thorough nose plug RC solved that problem.

I looked down to see that I had rolled blades on. I skated forward a little and suddenly remembered the task of the month. I skated towards an in-ground pool that I saw earlier (it must have been a public pool because it was right in the middle of an area of grass to the left of a street.) I wondered if skating across the water would count for the task. I didn't want to waste time taking the roller blades off. Well, either way, I charged towards the pool and tried to run on top of the water, not even getting a step on it. I crashed to the bottom of the pool, still wearing my skates. I lost lucidity here and thought I would drown if I didn't get the skates off in time. The dream ended as I was trying to get them off.

9/9/11

MILD + FA

Recall: somewhat poor

Notes:

Advanced task (control 2/4 elements) complete; basic failed

I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water and I decided to do some mantras while I was going back to sleep. I have noticed it is much easier to focus on the mantras without distraction during WBTBs. Hopefully this is the end of the dry spell.

I don't remember what made me lucid, but I did the nose RC and I could breathe. I am in some building and I start rubbing my hands together. I look down and I see that there are at least two extra fingers jammed into the gaps between the others. So even though my fingers are spread, all the space is filled up by other fingers.

I walk down a white hallway that gently slopes downward. I remembered the tasks so I try to imagine a body of water ahead of me. As I look up, I see the edge of a pool. I round the corner and there is an indoor water park. There are fake trees everywhere and I smell chlorine. I stand next to the shallow end of this pool. I thought I would rather test this out in shallow water. I go to where it is around 1 ft. deep, and I imagine the sensation of stepping forward and feeling solid ground for the water. I step forward and sink. Although I am up to my calves in water, I don't feel wet. I try it again and still sink.

I decided to give the advanced task a try. It seemed easier anyway. I extend my hand and use telekinesis to raise up a string of water. I make it twirl and spin in the air for awhile. Then I wanted to try the fire part. I imagined heat building up in my hand and I trust it forward. I small flame appears but it dissipates quickly. Well that was anti-climactic.

I go for air next. I get in a fighting like stance and try to condense a ball of air. I shoot it forward at some guy and he gets blown back. He gets back up and starts coming toward me. He looks pretty pissed. Good time to try the earth part. But I look around and I'm still in an indoor water park; I can't see any real earth to use. He is getting close so I give it a shot anyway. I fling my hands at him and expect some large rocks to be launched toward him from behind me. No dice. He is within a few feet so I need to attack him the old fashioned way. I jump forward and land one punch to his face; he goes down. Just then, it starts raining large brown boulders. I rationalize that I must have pulled the boulders from far away so it took awhile for them to get there. After like 5 seconds of giant boulders crashing down, it ends. Somehow there is no debris anywhere.

I lose the dream and am in a bed. I try to DEILD, but I realize it is an FA. I get up and stabilize for a bit. I recall trying to fly somewhere, but thats all I can remember.

Date: 5/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 1/10
I didn't remember much of this but I'm trying to write it all down regardless to improve my recall! Perhaps things will 'trigger' the memories further on in the day.

• Dressing up for some reason, at first my costume was going to be Pyramid Head from Silent Hill but then I stole someone else's costume, and I was some kind of English admiral, think Captain Cook, with the fancy parade uniform. I liked this one, but unfortunately it slowly morphed into some ludicrous pink parrot head thing.
• Some friends and I, (possibly in the same dream, at the festival for which we were dressing up) discovered some strange Da Vinci-like glider machines, think the one from Assassin's Creed 2, made of wood and canvas. I took it and tried it out, and it worked really well! I glided around and it was actually really fun.
• All throughout this same dream, I was performing epic feats of parkour - jumping off ultra high things, rolling around, doing crazy flips and such.

Worth noting was the glider, and how that worked. It was probably the best experience of flying I've had so far, and despite the fact that I wasnt lucid, I enjoyed it immensly. It seemed to impress my friends too, as though noone else was able to.

Off Topic: I think I need to search up some dream recall techniques, as the past few days I haven't really remembered much except tiny fragments.

The first one was earlier on in the night, and I can't remember how it started. But something didn't seem right, and I questioned my state and decided that I was dreaming.

I wanted to do something different in my dream than just fly--like I alway do. I remembered that I wanted to look at my hands. I had read in other posts that sometimes you can make yourself have 6 fingers on your hand. I was with some people (who I can't identfy now) and I said to them, "Hey check out my hand". I lifted it up fully expecting to see six fingers. But to my surprise (and theirs) I had about ten fingers growing out of that hand. To make it weirder, on the last nuckle on each finger were two separate finger tips. So it was quite the sight to see about 20 little finger tips. I waved them around at the people I was with, telling them I was lucid dreaming, and that's why my hand was so weird.

And then to prove my point further I reached up and grabbed a tree limb. I did several one armed pull-ups and said "I can't do that in real life. Isn't lucid dreaming cool?"

And then I said, "But this is the best...." And I took off flying.

I flew for a while and then realized that I didn't want to spend my whole LD flying. I wanted to complete July's Lucid Task (I hadn't read what August's was yet) I needed to find a cemetery so I could raise some one from the dead. I looked all around. I got frustrated because I knew all I had to do was to create a cemetery. Then I started worrying that I would wake up before I found one. That thought is almost always fatal to my lucid dreams. And sure enough, as soon as I thought that I woke up.To this minute I don't know if I was truly awakened or if it was a FA. But I felt myself laying in bed. I refused to open my eyes. I kept telling myself to go back to sleep and go back to the LD.

I don't know what happened. Recall is poor. I think I went on to other dreams. BUt then at some point I remember flying again and saying"Hey-- I'm having another LD. That's twice in one night Totally cool."
I lost lucidity at some point because I then had one of my classic reoccuring dreams. I have this 4-5 times a year. The most recent was.....the night before (I know, I never got my other dreams written up from yesterday). So not only did I LD two nights in a row. But I had one of my favorite stressful dreams. The theme: "It's Halloween And I Have Forgotten To Decorate".

I know...it sound like a bizarre dream to have so often. But you would have to understand me and Halloween. Ever since my earliest childhood memories Halloween has been the coolest most exciting time of year. My mom always made a big deal of decorating the house. And as we grew, my sister and I have had great times making our house the coolest one around. We would go all out with music cobwebs, a graveyard, lights...and last year we had over 50 jack-o-lanterns glowing in the front yard...etc etc....

So back to the dream....first, the one from night before last: It was Halloween. I didn't seem to remember it was until about 3:00 in the afternoon. I then remembered. At first I got very excited. I thought "Oh yeah, I can finally get out Halloween boxes out of the garage" Then I thought, "Oh wait. I have an errand to run...oh no...by the time I'm done it will be too late to decorate" And I got quite stressed out.

Last night's dream was similar. I was frantically trying to get things out of the garage in time for the trick-or-treaters to come by. Next thing I remember I was with two guys (I don't know who they were supposed to be). We were wearing these costumes that were kind of like the Dementors from Harry Potter but white instead of black. As I walked along, I suddenly realized that I was in a dream again. I thought it would be really cool if I could just float along in the air --like the Dementors do in the movie. But I was having some trouble with dream control. I was able to get in the air a little but I kept coming down and couldn't get the effect that I wanted. And after that I lost lucidity again.

Notes:

Although the second two LDs were short, I still think it was neat that the thought to become LUCID stayed with me for the remainder of the night. This is what I have been hoping for all along. Maybe this will start the pattern for more LDs for me in the future.

I remembered that I wanted to look at my hand like I had read about. The results were....interesting.

I also remembered that another of my deam signs was one armed pull-ups. I love to do those. This was the first time I have done them in a LD.

I remembered to try to find a cemetery. Although I wasn't successful, I still glad I remembered to try. To remember at all and attempt it is at least half the battle. One of these times I'll remember and be succesful.

I had a super long Lucid Dream this morning. I did a WBTB and had the LD between 5:30 and 6:30am. The problem is that it was so long and that I did so many things that I don't remember the excact order of or transitions between all the things I did. But I will share what I remember. And I do remember that it was a very enjoyable time.

Lucid Dream:

I think my dreams started with being in a cave. The water was a beautiful clear glowing green like Lake Powell, yet I was enclosed in a multi room cave. I was talking on my phone to Tia and I kept getting distracted and would forget to talk for long periods of time until she would say, "Are you still there?" and I would have to apologize. I was floating on what might have been an innertube. At one point I remember floating to a waterfall between rooms and deciding to hover over the waterfall instead off falling.

That may have been the trigger for lucidity.

I remember flying up to a tree like I did in my last LD and touching the branches. I wanted this LD to really count, and I felt that the best way was to really "feel" it by using my senses. I remember really paying attention to the feel of the wind and movement as I flew. I was very pleased at how real this felt. (Sometimes when I look back at my flying experiences I can't remember if I really felt anything and then it doesn't seem very fun or real).

I flew down to the road and saw some rocks in the gutter. I hovered down really low and picked up a pebble sized rock in my lips and tried to taste it. It seemed to taste just like a rock. I then started to bite it with my front teeth. It crunched and melted like tiny ice chips.

I then flew down very low along the street. I pushed my first finger down on the asphalt as I flew. It got hot and felt burned. When it was too painful I pulled it off and looked at it. It was blackish and shiny.

I remember being on a rooftop and flying around from rooftop to rooftop. Some of the buildings were unusual. I can't remember why I thought that--only that I did. There were people on the roofs working on them. No one noticed me.

At some point I was indoors and I looked in the mirror. I felt I looked completely normal. But that was disappointing. So I changed my looks. When I was done I looked about a quarter black and three quarters caucasian. I had wavy hair that was shoulder length and blond with dark roots. My skin was olive toned and I had big brown eyes and full lips with a small chin. I thought I looked gorgeous. I pulled up my shirt and saw that my breasts were bigger (haha--why do I always do this?)

I flew around again looking like this and with my shirt pulled up. No one had seemed very impressed with my flying before. Maybe they would notice me now. I think I got a few glances, but it was still disappointing.

And at this point this is all I remember.

8/30/11

DEILD + False DEILD chain (~24)

estimated 8 DEILD and 16 false

Recall: your try remembering 24 fragments...

Notes:

First of all, I should explain what I consider to be a false DEILD. When DEILDing, the dream will fade away and I will slowly feel myself back in my bed. I just focus on either the last tactile sensation of the previous dream or a few vivid general tactile sensations to re enter the dream state. FAs are extremely common when DEILDing and then I feel my "bed," it is usually some dream bed. In retrospect, it is hard to determine which times I actually woke up. If I had to guess, I would say I probably had 16 false DEILDS and maybe around 8 real ones. They way I usually estimate it is by the time it takes for me to feel strange sensations. In false DEILDs, they are almost immediate. In real DEILDs, they take like 10 seconds at least to start. Either way, I lost a dream and re entered the scene a ridiculous number of times.

I never RC when attempting DEILD. If I actually wake up, it will ruin the attempt. If I am dreaming, it is so easy to false DEILD that I might as well do it.

This was a nap that totaled around 2 hours real time.


Each dream lasted between 1 and 5 minutes long.

The first 10 or so dreams were spent on a sexual mission to find a specific person. We were in this dorm looking area. There were 4 rooms on each floor and I thought I knew which order of the rooms she was in but not which floor. I tried to "know" as confidently as I could, so it would be more likely. I got side tracked a lot, often by other women as I got more discouraged finding my specific one. I probably fooled around with like 6 different DCs. The dreams had varying levels of vividness. Some I took more time to enjoy my surroundings and ground myself, some I was hell bent to find a woman.

The next 6 or so dreams were spent outside flying. At first I had trouble taking off by my normal method (look at a target and get pulled toward it), but I tried something new. I call it reverse falling. Normally, I keep my arms at my side after jumping up in a breast stroke form. This time, I put my arms and legs out to the side and I looked at the ground. Instantly, I was thrusted into the air, so fast that my stomach dropped out. I went really high in the air and just floated there for a bit. I could change my hand position and lean to steer somewhat, although it was still really difficult. I looked around at this beautiful green landscape. The problem with my old method of flying is that you cant look around and enjoy it too much (I fall once I look away from the target) so this was nice. I tried the same thing in the last few dreams of this section and it did not work as well. At least it was fun while it lasted.

I had an FA after this section where I was not immediately lucid. I remember I had to drive with a friend home after I thought I had been sleeping for awhile. Whatever lane I was in would change and get merged into all the time. I was worried I looked really drunk. I tried to do a nose RC, hoping this was still a dream. It failed. I still had this sneaking suspicion that I was driving so I tried to pull the car up into the air. I was able to go up like 10 ft. before falling back to the road.

Thanks God, I'm dreaming. I relaxed a bit and soon lost the dream. After I DEILDed again, I was on foot in the same area with the same guy. We were headed to this building to find something out. I did the reverse falling technique again up to the top of this building. I started to run along the roof. I looked ahead and could see our destination. It was a courthouse like half a block away. My friend asked me, "Where is your license?" I thought I would be funny and replied with, "ask any of the DCs, they'll know!"

I jumped from the rooftop to a tree and started running along the branches. (Kind of like free running but....tree running....MAN I'm funny) They ran parallel with where I was going. Eventually they started getting thinner and forming anastomoses. I had good balance and soon was at the courthouse. I sat down on a branch and grabbed a hold of it with one hand. I rolled back and fell into a backflip. Because I was holding the branch, it slowed my down enough so I landed softly on my feet from the 30 ft. fall.

The last 6 or so dreams were spent in the building this adventure started in. I found a computer and it had a history on it of some sites I visited during the first few dreams. (Of course they were porn sites.) Then I found some of the old DCs from the earlier dreams. I was like revisiting the first few dreams. There was some more fooling around and I woke up for good.

I woke up absolutely COVERED in those red lines from lying in my bed and not moving. Also I felt a little tried still. It was a long nap, but I felt mentally exhausted. After finishing this, I am still tired but it was an amazing experience.

8/28/11

DILD

Recall: poor

Notes: My flying was tolerable but still extremely strenuous. There has to be a better was to do this.

I was in some martial arts training class. It was a small room with some walls protruding into the area, separating the room into smaller areas. The place looked like an asian dojo. The teacher talked about using your environment also. He mentioned how some of the walls were getting in the way. I assumed he wanted us to cut them up with a sword. He said if you can focus hard enough, you can go right through them. I leaned against the wall and focused. After about 5 seconds I sank like 5 inches into the wall.

I became lucid and wanted to try it again. I said to myself, "I am dreaming," over and over again. When I leaned on the wall, I fell right through and landed on my side. I was happy with that task so I moved on. I went to fly and took off. I wanted to see if I can do the broom technique with no broom. I held my hands out and pantomimed a broom but it didn't help my control or speed. I was able to level out for a bit, but flying required too much focus on my destination for me to enjoy the experience or take in my surroundings.

Me and Niki and maybe some other people were at the park at night just hanging out and swinging on the swings(do it all the time in real life lol). I wanted to get home not too late because I had to do something the next morning, I don't remember what. But we just stayed there and fooled around and it was getting earlier and earlier in the morning. Niki was about to call her mom to pick her up but I told her that I would take her home, because I had an idea of my own. I would fly us home. I tried to practice a little and jumped high in the air, waving my arms and "swimming" through the air trying to stay up. Then somehow me and Niki were off, high up in the air. At this point I think I knew I was dreaming, because I thought "it's hard to imagine what houses and streets are down there.. I just can't remember.." like I was creating the scene trying to find our way home. It just wasn't working out though so we came back down. Before I knew it, the sun had risen in the morning and it was already 6 a.m. I thought I would be extremely tired and it would ruin my day, which was true at first, but then it went away and I felt like I had gotten a full night of sleep.

In another dream I was in the park again, swinging next to this girl from youtube and there was a baby on the ground. He was a special baby that was really smart, and scientists would love to study special babies like that, so in order to study them, one scientist person came up to the baby and put some wierd gas on it that froze it or something. The baby looked dead and the girl next to me got off the swing, ran over to the baby, and started crying, although I knew he wasn't dead. Apparently she didn't know that, so she pulled the baby up by it's arm, but the arm broke right off and blood gushed out. Now the baby was for sure going to die..

I was at my house with my sister and my cat laying next to me. Me and the cat were talking to each other. I was asking it questions and she was answering me. It finally occured to me that not many cats in the world can talk. I told my sister about it, and how we could make tons of money with a talking cat! Stella(cat) had a girly voice and it was kind of intimidating talking to her because she seemed to know a lot. I don't remember what we talked about.

So this was probably one of my first Lucids, and I've only recently found it again. Here it goes;


I wound up in the middle of my house's backyard, a big open area of grass, hardly any obstacles. Very big, and very flat. It was daytime.

I haven't seen the few trees in this yard so healthy looking for a long time.
I paused, and pondered the maple tree across from me a bit further.

That's because, I thought, it is winter.

So this is a dream, then. Great! I should fly. I've never flown before, I wonder what it will be like.

I remembered the brief spark of lucidity I had about a month ago in one of my dreams. I was indoors and I tried to fly by smashing a hole in the ceiling. I hurt myself so much I woke up with a headache.

So I should be more careful this time.

When I fly, I thought, I will feel the wind brushing against me. I will hear the air resistance. I will see my surroundings as I am above them. I will smell and taste clean air. The climate will be a warm with a breeze. I fully believed myself, then I began focusing less on what I want it to feel like, and more on doing it. I was walking the perimeter of the fence, scanning for an open are to start flying. I found it momentarily. It was a somewhat narrow space between the side of my fence and the side of my white, crumbling shed. Narrow, but all I needed was forward room. I have never flown before, it was just instinct. I ran swiftly forward, arms sharp behind me in a 30 degree angle, as though cutting through air. As I ran I thought;

Gravity does not exist in dreams. Not this one. Not in my dreams. I will not allow physics to restrain me, that would be for fail noobs, and since I'm a pr0 h4x0R I have full control over my dreams, especially with my temporarily acquired cocky gamer attitude. And I will make myself fly.

I said this with full confidence and determination, especially after the last lucid dream. That one with me smashing my skull against the ceiling in attempt to fly. At this, I looked up. No ceiling. Perfect. One thing I might add; while I was thinking, my dream seemed to slow down. When I started focusing on flying, it was at correct speed again. Weird.

I jumped, and I had my first successful flight. Sure enough, I felt what I expected to feel. I flew to the three fourths the height of my pecan tree. I flew above my puny one-floor house, and faced the street. Now I wanted to fly over the street. At the intersection of the street I live on, I saw a large pile of dirt. A random thought came to mind;

It's a good thing I'm laying in bed.

Then the weird parts happen. The dream starts to destabilize, then the pile of dirt started to... talk to me. It communicated using telepathy.

"You are not in bed, child, you are really here. I waking life."

Sleepwalking? Perhaps. Better safe than sorry, I thought. Then I purposefully awakened myself. I lay in bed. About six 'o' clock. No crossroads. That mean pile of dirt lied to me. I facepalmed myself for allowing myself to wake myself up, but I had a joyful feeling nevertheless.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There were a number of views of some place, possibly "Virginia." The views were like pans across landscapes. Some of the views may have been still. Others were in motion. The views were possibly supposed to show some kind of unique situation regarding "Virginia." I was frustrated because I never saw any evidence of this unique situation.

There may have been one pan across a residential neighborhood. All the houses were tightly packed together on the blocks, and the area was all set on a series of rolling hills. The colors in this photo may have been almost washed out, close to sepia tone.

The rest of the views all took place in some area that seemed like a city park, even though I also got the impression that it was supposed to be a beach. There was a huge lawn, pretty much flat, dotted pretty closely with thin-trunked, tall trees. At the edge of this park there may actually have been a beach.

One view in this park was of masses of people, packed all close together, lying out on their stomachs, as if they were all out on the beach, getting suntans.

Another view was of masses of birds, packed together (like the last shot in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds). The view, I understood, was supposed to be of all kinds of exotic birds. But there were very few exotic birds. Right out, I only recognized one parrot. Most of the birds were ducks, seagulls, and pigeons, some of which were deformed or ugly.

It may have been at this point that I became frustrated with this "program." I was supposed to be seeing something unusual in these images -- specifically something unusual that had happened to alter the area. But these were all "normal" images.

The view changed to a view of a crowd of people, still pretty dense, but not packed all together, out on the beach. Among the crowds I saw the head of a big muppet, red, like Animal, walking along. The muppet must have been two meters tall. But it looked like Animal. I then saw a big, blue muppet. Then it seemed like there were a number of muppets in the crowd.

Now, off to the right, in a space of the park empty of people, there came a muppet funeral procession. The procession was very long. At the head of the procession there was something like a float.

The float was like a flat-bed wagon. On top were images of Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy. The images were laying down. They were probably around two meters long, as well. Kermit was wearing a groom's tuxedo, and Miss Piggy was wearing a bride's gown. But both Kermit and Piggy were dead. This was their funeral procession.

Dream #2

I was in a car with my family. I may have been preparing to leave after a visit to my home town. On the way to wherever I was going to be dropped off, we passed a few different McDonald's restaurants. As we passed the restaurants, I had to quickly make an assessment of the roofs.

My brother complained, asking me why we had to do this. He thought it had something to do with me criticizing him or keeping an eye on him, to stop him from doing bad things, as if I thought he was doing bad things.

I tried to explain to my brother that my job was to inspect roofs. McDonald's just had a lot of new roofs put onto all their buildings. So I had to inspect them. And my mom had agreed that we could drive past all the McDonald's on my way to being dropped off.

We passed another McDonald's. I don't know how I saw the roof. But one-third of the roof seemed to be missing. I remarked to myself about something regarding a special compartment being put into the roof.

We passed another McDonald's by going along a road or a stretch of asphalt that ran along the outside perimeter of the back end of the lot around the restaurant. The asphalt of the road was continuous with the asphalt of the lot, connected by a steep, asphalt ramp. The road put our view just over the roof.

We then drove along some road and up a steep hill in something like a residential neighborhood, although something about it all felt a bit artificial. My mom began discussing some new movie that was out. Its main characters were a few old people.

We all started talking about "old people movies," and whether they were good or bad. My mom was angry at me for some reason, and she'd sensed that I liked movies with old people in them. So she said, "Old people movies are made for old people. And if you aren't old, they aren't any good. They're just boring."

We reached the top of the sharp hill up which we'd been driving, and we'd woven our way into some kind of stone maze. My mom now drove up and around a curving road, up to the foot of a huge, stone staircase with a stone gate. Some distance up the stone staircase I saw some bright, yellow image. It may have been a person wearing a bright, yellow robe.

My mom now mellowed down a bit. She said, "Well, old people movies aren't all that bad. There are a couple that I like. And if you go to any old people movie with (my grandma) J, they'll always be interesting. Because she always has something interesting to say about them."

I now had to get out of the car and go up the stairs. I may have opened the back, passenger-side car door. I may have said some kind words to my family, maybe even hugging and kissing one or more of them.

Dream #3

I was leaving a building, probably after some kind of event or some kind of task I'd had to take care of. The building was kind of like a multi-floor school building. But it also felt very classy.

I was on a high floor. I was walking down a staircase to get to the exit. The staircase was wide. It doubled-back at each half-floor and opened out at each floor.

At some point I realized there was a guy following me. He was maybe half a floor up from me, but he kept that distance. Eventually I slowed down my walking. I figured that I would slow down until he caught up with me.

But as I was making this decision, I was already approaching the ground floor. Instead of hearing the guy, I now heard JF, one of my old co-workers. She may have been talking to JS, another one of my old co-workers.

I was now on the ground floor, passing through a big area and walking toward the front door. JF and JS now caught up to me. I could tell by the tone in their voice that they wanted me to include myself in their conversation. So I turned around to get a better view of JF and focus on what she was talking about.

At this point I was past the first door out of the building. There was a small foyer and then another set of doors. At the final set of doors I turned around. JF was just coming through the first doors, still talking with JS.

I may have walked all the way out of the building. But then I may have turned around right as JF was coming through the second doors. But now it was like I was behind her. I don't know where JS was -- perhaps she was outside.

JF started talking about the TV show Dallas. She asked about some key characters. I somehow mentioned Victoria Principal and Peter Duffy. I knew this satisfied one question JF had and made me look like I knew about the TV show.

I was actually back in the building, walking back toward the staircase. I realized I'd said the name "Peter Duffy." I called back to JF that I'd meant to say "Patrick Duffy." Apparently JF was writing all this stuff down on a clipboard. I also mentioned the name "Ron Hagerty."

Drream #4

I was in a library, sitting at a table and reading. There were no lights on in the library. The only light coming into the place was from the windows all along the walls. But the light was very dim. It felt like it was early morning. My eyes also felt scratchy -- kind of like they feel when I "wake" into a lucid dream, although I wasn't lucid.

I was apparently on the phone with my mother. I was explaining something very important about my life. I was talking rather loud. And although I was holding onto the phone, I don't think I ever actually held it to my ear.

I eventually put the phone down -- either under the table and on my lap or else under or beside a book on the table top. I didn't stop talking. Instead, the "scene" with the conversation faded into the exact same "scene," except that I was no longer talking.

There was a woman, maybe in her twenties or thirties, seated in front of me. A man, maybe around the same age, sat to my right. The woman and the man both asked me if, next time I came to the library, I could please refrain from talking to myself so loudly. I think the woman had asked first, and that the man asked the same thing again.

I was surprised. I asked, "I was talking to myself?" The woman said yes. I couldn't quite believe it. I thought I'd been on the phone with my mother! I wondered if I was going crazy. Suddenly I couldn't remember very much about the conversation at all. I wondered what I'd actually been doing and saying!

The man repeated that I'd been just sitting in the chair, looking forward, and having a conversation with myself. He said it was really annoying and asked me if I could try never to do it again.

I was now "downstairs." The downstairs area was actually like some kind of indoor version of a small amusement park like Coney Island. All the booths around me had some kind of pale-turquoise or sea-blue color-schemes. Everything was very clean. Nothing was operating. It was all quiet.

I stood over some table, leafing through a thick file in a three-ring binder. A co-worker from an old job of mine, JM, came up to me. He looked very young, even thinner than usual, and kind of pale, with facial features a bit smaller and tighter than IWL. He wore a blue dress shirt and, possibly, grey dress slacks.

JM asked me how I was doing and what I thought of my new job. I didn't tell him that I'd quit my job after having a fight with my boss. I just told him that things were okay, although they could probably be a lot better, and that I hoped I could eventually find a place where things were good.

I seemed to be walking away from JM now, and deeper into this subterranean amusement park. But for some reason I didn't feel like what I'd told JM was enough. If he ever found out that I'd quit my job, he'd think the reasons I gave weren't sufficient, and that I'd been weak to quit.

So I ran back to JM and told him, "Look, I really hate my boss. I didn't want to tell you this. But he's a complete jerk, and he does all kinds of stupid things. I really don't think I can take it for too much longer. I seriously hate him."

JM looked a bit surprised by what I said. He walked away. He was going off to talk with some other people. He wasn't necessarily in the amusement park anymore, although I still saw him there.

I was nervous about JM talking with people. But I was also kind of happy about it. I jumped up in the air, as if to get away from the situation of having to worry about what JM would say or think about me.

I was floating a meter or so in the air, and descending slowly. I realized that as long as I jumped quickly enough, so that I didn't lose the floating height I'd gained, I could keep increasing my height.

I really wanted to get away from the situation I was in, so I kept jumping and jumping. Eventually I had gone far above the amusement park. I was floating into the blackness. I couldn't see anything around me.

I'd changed my flying motion from "jumping" to "swimming." I was now swimming through the air. Some sort of realization came to me. I couldn't really, physically, be flying. So I thought I was having some sort of out-of-body experience.

I didn't get overexcited about the supposed OBE. But I kind of began to doubt that I could be having that, either.

I had a false awakening. I was in a bed that wasn't mine. I lay face down. I felt like I was making swimming motions. I told myself, See? You only thought your astral body was flying by making swimming motions. Really, it was all just a dream, and you were lying here in bed, making swimming motions with your physical body.

But I still felt myself making swimming motions. I looked down at my body and saw it wasn't moving at all. And, yet, I saw a second body, like a ghost body, still making the swimming motions. I faded back to blackness, thinking, Well, I guess some part of me was swim-flying somewhere. And it wasn't my physical body.

I may have had the idea that I'd "flown up" into my body from the space I'd been in in my dream, and that, on joining my body, I'd woken. I may have thought that if I fell back to sleep, my "astral" body would sink back down through my bed and continue its swim-flying activity. I may actually have felt my body sink back down below my bed as I fell back to sleep.

Aeolar's Dream

I am in this hillbilly house that I thought was John's, but I don't think it was now. There is a movie or something similar taking place inside, and the dream kept cutting back and forth between scenes. I am in this bedroom, and everything inside of it is black and white, and I am watching myself in 3rd person. I wasn't in control of myself, I was simply watching as I acted. The scene then changed to another man who is walking into the door of the house.

He walks up, and sees something on this table. When he walks over to it, there is a card, roses, and chocolates sitting there together. The scene goes back to me in black in white, having the same thing on the bed, and eating the chocolates. Back to the other man doing the same. "I" then walk out of the room and see a potion that that's label says "Boater Man's Potion" on it. I drink it, and walk over to a mirror. Personally, I thought that it would turn my clothes into a boaters outfit, but in the mirror I had a red helmet on, and my regular clothes. "I" was making weird faces in the mirror and pouting my lips.

Dream skip.
I am in a school hallway and my German teacher is telling us something.
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I am with my Mom and her friend Karen, and they want to get a Lamborghini. Mom is telling us that we would be so deep in debt if we crashed the car, which she was sure we would do. I decided to use a dirt bike instead, and started heading out. It was extremely hilly, and I almost fell a few times. I rode in the same direction for a little while and the dream scenery started to change. Buildings were starting to sprout up, and the dirt was covered up by white tiles in the ground, which looked like something from Mirror's Edge.

I rode through this alleyway, and noticed a big group of people. They were fighting these slow creatures, reminiscent of zombies, but they looked pixellated. None of us had weapons, so we are fighting them with our natural weapons. I went into birds eye view and felt myself holding a controller, just like a fighting game. I was now doing crazy spin kicks, and I had figured out that I had boosters and could use them to fly for a long time. I began to fly up to the north west, and the ground which I was looking at started turning purple.

I kept going, doing flight combos, and I reached a big river that was pixellated too. I was almost out of boost, and I almost made my way to the other shore line, but I fell into the river, and was eaten by a shark. I heard a narrator say:
"You feel a River Slime Shark under you. River Slime Shark has eaten you."
I then respawned back with the group of people, but this time it was our turn to play hunter. There was another group of "survivors" and they are the ones who called the zombies on us. We morphed into these weird creature forms of all different solid colors, mine being purple, that looked kind of like an organic sock monkey.

We all took off flying really fast to the north north-east, towards a big city. We flew over a bridge, and I heard gunfire and looked over to my left to see a big blinking arrow over a survivors head. I wondered where his friends were, and went up the street to search for them, and when I did, I saw this huge green mech with a "mouth" with spiky teeth. I hurried back and landed, 3 others and myself approached the man, who was currently dealing with a massive zombie horde. I summoned a blue crystalline orb that I threw at the man, and ran up to attack him. I was pulled back by the mech I saw earlier, and almost got eaten by it. I wriggled out of its grasp, and noticed that my normal attacks would be no use against this thing. I touched the foot of the mech, and morphed into one. We began fighting like Rock-em Sock-em Robots.

We are all Rock-em Sock-em Robots.

Me and Niki were in a park at night just having some fun when two prissy girly-girls came by us and started hanging around the park also. They were sort of following us, which got us really annoyed, so we decided to do something do get rid of them. For some reason I had a green toy whistle in my hand, and I thought that I could blow in it and scare the girls away. It actually worked. I would blow the whistle and the girls would freak out and think it was a werewolf or something, and as they were freaking out we would get further and further away from them. We did this until we came out of the park and I saw a beautiful night sky beyond us. I jumped up in the air and tried to fly. Although it was hard at first, I managed to get up pretty high a few times and I had a blast! Then I came down on top of a hill and all was dark except for the night sky. Then lights appeared in the sky, beautiful shapes made out of blue, red, and yellow colors. It was so amazing I told Britt, who also happened to be there among other random people looking on with us, to take some pictures. She got out her camera and shot away as all of us stared in awe. Twas a wonderful night.