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Under Siege (7:06)

I'm discussing something with Mom and one of my younger sisters when we suddenly see a crowd of torches through the front window. A crowd of people, carrying torches up our driveway. "Check it out," I tell my sister. "There's a mob outside."

I run upstairs. Dad passes me on the way and tells me to close all of the doors and windows and generally try to seal the house against invasion. So I run into the master bedroom and start closing everything. But there are a few balconies and other such things that have complicated methods of shutting, so I don't think I'm going to finish in time. I think I see a few shadowy figures already running around on the roof; they could be here in moments. I decide I'll try to gain myself some time by knocking a few of them back to ground level.

Somewhere I find a rope to swing on and a place to jump from, so that I can swing in and rabbit-kick people off of the roof. Turns out my aim is pretty good with the jumping, and they never see it coming, so I knock down a couple of them. I'm a bit apprehensive that I might kill them if they land on their necks, but at the same time, they are threatening my family's safety, and it would be a definite step forward in turning back the attack. But none of them actually die. There's one woman in particular who always seems to keep her balance and land on her feet, unscathed. It's frustrating, because I feel like I still haven't dented the onslaught.

I go back inside the house. When I walk into one room on an upper floor, I realize that there's someone else in here already, and he's not a friend. There's a pile of guns in the middle of the floor, and we both dive to grab a shotgun. Basically it comes down to who gets the first shot. But we both start pulling the trigger, and nothing happens.

Empty. Both of them.

We drop the shotguns and grab small machine guns instead. He's got a head start on me, so I need to take cover while I reload. I knock over a table and try to keep it between us by carrying it around while he shoots at it from the other side. Obviously, though, I have only seconds--somehow he'll find a way around it. I finish reloading and stick my head above the table to shoot at him, but I think he might have got me first.

Frags:

• I look in the mirror and am startled to find that my hair's grown long enough for me to pull off a sort of effeminate look. I spend a minute looking at it from different angles.

1. I had to fix an older style tv to watch Dexter. I was very disappointed to see the show start off with Dexter in a pink ballet outfit. I watched the show despite my displeasure with this episode.

2. Typical school dream in which I wandered around trying to find my home room class. I knew where all my other classrooms were but could not find home room. I went into the bathroom where I looked into a mirror to find that I had switched genders! I retreated to a bathroom stall to investigate my newly formed body parts.

3. Dogs were everywhere. My dog was in the midst of them and would not come back to me no matter how much I called and order her to heel.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Slipping a Picture Out

A younger man and a man who seemed to be something like his mentor. Doing some organizing or redecorating of some sort. Cleaning? Inside an old, historic feeling building. Many large windows around one end.

The younger man (was it me? I seemed to switch back and forth from third person to somewhat identified with him) had accomplished something, some landmark. He seemed like a learned novice. He had a picture of himself to mark the occasion.

The older man took a frame off the wall. The frame and its anchoring to the wall was complex, attached to a simple wood rod decoration with a few soft undulances and shallow, smooth, symmetrical crevices. It was dusty. Some old, shriveled cobwebs huddled against it. The frame somehow slid onto this bar to connect to the wall. He told the younger man that he was going to replace the older picture of another of his (students?) with this one. The younger man felt uncomfortable with this, knew it would upset the person who was being replaced. The older man didn’t open the frame, just slowly slipped the other picture out of the bottom, surprising the young man, who was me, and then slid the new picture in.

The new picture looked casual and somewhat professional, but not strong, solid, and fitting like the old picture. It looked too new, too much of a body shot, too bright, not authentic and serious and traditional enough, with muted colors, like the picture that used to be there. But it did look happier and younger.

The man whose picture had been replaced came over from the dim back of the building, which felt like an old bar. He was somewhat angry and jealous, disappointed, about his picture being removed. He didn’t feel positively toward the young man.

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In order to encourage better dream events I have only been journalizing memorable dreams and these two sure count. Only a few times (6 or less) have I been someone else, may be 3 where I have been the other gender (female) but this is the first time I have switched gender in the dream and realized it while it was happening.

December 28 Morning.
Dream 1: Poison
I am in some sort of a science laboratory working with other people. We are talking about unimportant stuff when a guy walks in and I take him for being mean since he is looking hard and mean at our group. He just glares and then walks out. I abruptly leave the conversation and follow the guy down the elevated walkway in a cool looking scientific type building. He walks into an office and I wait and then walk in after him but the secretary stops me. I tell her I have to see him but she says I need an appointment, while not even looking at me. I bend down and swing her chair so my face is over her shoulder where we are both looking away. I say sternly "look, unless you want what he has been using, I suggest you do as I say..." and I trail my fingers seductively over her face "I know you want to help me" and I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her there. I thought about sex but this was no time for that, I was on a mission here. Then I stormed out of the office. I went to a indoor basketball court where there were a dozen little glass tubes with red or blue poison in them laying on the hardwood floor. The bad guy walked in after me and looked a bit angry and surprised. At this point I felt as though I was playing the part of a woman. I picked up one if the tiny glass tubes and threatened to break them all depriving him of his powerful poison unless he promises to stop using this poison. He looks calm and says "no" as if to say "go ahead break them all see if I care." So I start breaking them by smashing them on the floor. When I pick up the last one I say "this is it!" and I go to break it and he shouts "stop! ...ok."
We know what has to be done and I have to walk him to his firing and other stuff up stairs. Still playing the woman we are supposed to be a couple or so he wants to be and this is a great cover so that no one suspects anything and tries to free him from his fate. I roughly grab his hand and try to position it like a couple would have it. I know I am a guy but am playing this woman too, I feel I can do both and that this won't affect my male identity in the least, still it feels strange. He looks scared and is doomed, there's no way out for him now.
I wake not knowing what he had coming that was so bad. I committed it to memory.


Dream 2: The Between Worlds Family.

I drove up to a diner/small restaurant place with only 3 cars in the lot, "I wonder if it's open." It's cold outside and I marvel at how real this feels and how vivid the colors are. Inside there is a smell of cooking and food and the air is nice and warm. It is open and there are a few customers. Though I was not totally lucid I knew this was a dream place and there was little use of getting any food so I looked around for what to explore. A door in the ceiling seemed to beg me to explore it. Looking up at it I saw a staircase looking like it was partially matter, blinking on and off in a misty hazy form. Naturally I walked up it into an attic. It was dark and its floor had no flooring just insulation between the boards but then I saw some flash of something. I looked harder and saw a flash of a floor, of a room. I walked up into the dark attic fully to investigate this. Walls started to flash into reality then I concentrated and focused on these things flashing into existence. The place started to take shape, whole rooms showed up, well lit with furniture, hardwood floors with rugs and carpeting. Then a humanoid shape started to flash in front of me. It was a little scary for a second. I focused on it but it had walked off. I went in the empty attic to where it was going and tried to focus and then a room appeared in ghostly flashes and in it a father, the mom, and a young boy. They knew I was there and wanted something from me. "What could they want from me, how can they even see me?" The man approached in his ghostly form "We want you to know we exist." I felt sorry for them, unseen and a little fearful. I thought about why they were up here and I heard "Because they are down there," being that there was too much going on down stairs that they didn't want to live with. They had a little home up here above the diner but it was unseeable to the people down there and the family seemed afraid the diner would come up into their living space and thus push them out. I felt sorry for the family and floated down through the ghostly floor and the diners ceiling into the dinner and out the front door.
It felt goo to be away from that partially real/unreal/between worlds home/attic, though as I stood in the parking lot I remembered being here before but it went a little differently. The first time I had seen some shapes and a ghostly form and got spooked and left.
I forgot to to commit this to memory and recalled this during the first posting above. I was just too sleepy to record this dream in any way at the time.