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Camera Project (7:06)

My sister needs to borrow my camera ASAP for a class project which I assume is due this morning. I give it to her somehow and head to my own class, Discrete Math. On the way I get a text from Mom saying that my sister has gotten really depressed about this project, since now she can't get the pictures off of the camera. I feel stupid for not realizing that she would need the CD to install the camera's driver onto her computer. I'm not even sure where that CD is, nowadays. I might have packed it in one of those boxes I've been meaning to send home. It'll take a while to find it for her. But that's actually okay, I suddenly realize, because I don't have class this morning--it's Monday, and Discrete Math is on Tuesdays. Today I don't have class until the afternoon. Only, maybe the project was already due, in which case I can do nothing to help. On the off chance it will do some good, I head back towards my dorm.

By means of a cutscene [or something], I see that Dad's given my sister a call, to say in no uncertain terms that he is totally unsympathetic to her plight. I also see that my sister is standing in a grassy lawn, crying, waiting for her boyfriend to come with roses and make her feel better. I think that's a bit of an immature thing to use a boyfriend for.

Old Folk's Home

I'm about to walk away from the building when I decide, regretfully, that I might as well go back there to practice viola. I don't like that building. That one weird professor lives in it, and it's basically an old folk's home. I turn around and walk back, noticing that there are a lot of string quartets and small bands rehearsing on the sidewalk, all in a row. Huh.

Inside, I wander around the building for a while. There is a shallow spiral staircase to the second floor. I feel old myself as I climb them, since my recent sickness has left me lethargic enough that I have to put both feet on each step. This frustrates me, so I decide to challenge myself and try the other staircase: a much steeper one going up the middle of the spiral staircase, with golden steps that are individually suspended on ropes from the ceiling. It turns out to be very hard, since there's nothing to stop the steps from swinging back and forth like so many swings. I have to grab a rope to prevent myself from falling off. One of the women working at desks on the second floor notices my plight and demonstrates proper use of the staircase. She has no trouble walking all the way down. But there's not really a trick to it; you just have to be very coordinated. I can't believe anyone thought that this staircase was a good idea. It seems dangerous. In describing this staircase, later, I call it a "Margo Walk."

Back on the first floor, I meet a nice old woman and her friend. As a test, the woman has us alternate numbers, counting to ten in German. It gets off to a slow start, because I was confused by her accent and I expected she was going to ask for Korean. Then I ask her how to say "forty" in German, because I only know twenty and thirty. [IRL: I didn't even know "thirty"; I was confusing it with "thirteen."] She seems confused, thinking that I should have asked how to say "forty-four," I guess because it's more fun to say. It's an interesting approach to linguistics, I suppose. She has to think a long time about "forty." Has she been speaking English for so long that she forgot her native language?

Then it's time for lunch, and as a group we set off for the dining room. I wonder if the'll want me to sit next to them. I decide not to risk being unwelcome, and I sit at the end of the table instead. Then I notice that somehow my place doesn't have a plate with food, while almost everyone else's does. I decide I'll just be patient, but in the meantime I'm worried that some of the people here will start fussing over me, thinking that my not having a plate is a dreadful tragedy, or something. I look around the table at the old faces around me, trying to reconcile myself to the idea of old age. I guess for the most part they're good-looking, in their own ways.

[I think I came back to this lunchroom on various other occasions. I began to feel a bit like a freeloader for eating lunch here almost every day, but on the other hand I would feel rude abandoning everyone just before the meal. And the food was pretty good.]

Are We Watching Porn?

Spoiler for sexual content:

I'm in the basement with a group of kids my age. There are about a dozen TVs down here, all showing similar videos. At first, the content is pretty innocuous. But there's this one video with two women. Somehow their clothes start disappearing, and somehow what they're doing is stimulating to one of the women. After a minute she gasps and says, "That was SO GOOD!" At this point, I'm a little confused and uncomfortable (and aroused); I thought these videos were about something else. Everyone else seems confused too; another guy asks, "Are we watching porn?" In response, a few people laugh. By now, everyone in all of the videos is naked.

Lucid?

[I remember that I was lucid at some point in the night. I was looking at a natural landscape and appreciating the detail. Then I tried to look upwards, and the lights dimmed and I lost all visuals.]

Stamitz Viola Concerto (9:23)

I'm talking to someone in the entrance hall of an old-ish building. I hear a viola behind me, and suddenly I recognize the music as the theme from the first movement of the Stamitz viola concerto. Sweet! I look around at the player, who turns out to be a forty-odd, balding man. I notice that he's playing the accompaniment parts as well, using double stops. For that reason, he's playing well under tempo. Also, sometimes he has to break a long solo note into repeated shorter notes, since the accompaniment underneath is changing. Wow, this guy's good. I feel very inept in comparison.

Ritual of the Children

I'm sitting in a common room when a girl comes in from outside. She starts talking to some friends of hers, telling them about a meeting she just attended with a famous person, who actually just sent out a tweet about the meeting that involved a play on words on the girl's name. She's pretty happy about this.

Later, I come back into the common room. The girl's already there. I sit next to her and try to start up a conversation. We talk about her name. Turns out her name is Sadie Hawkins, which is also the name of a type of school dance. I'm surprised I didn't make this connection the first time I heard it. I suppose that must be because I heard it in the context of a play on words. I try to explain this to her, but my explanation is something along the lines of, "Oh, I guess that makes sense, because . . . you know, it was . . . right?" Immediately afterward, I feel embarrassed for being so terribly awful at communication. I think I was afraid to explain it directly, because that would mean admitting that I eavesdropped on her conversation.

Then a bunch of ten-year-old kids come into the room and start doing a ritual. Then it's time for lunch, but we have time to shower first, if we want. I do want to, so I try to head down the hallway to the bathroom. But the entrance is like two feet too short for my head. I suppose this hallway must be reserved for the ten-year-olds. They have their own hallway? This is weird. Whatever. I go down the hallway to the left, which takes me to the bathroom.

It's dark in here, and crowded. I open the first door that I come to, but it's a toilet stall, not a shower. I keep looking for a shower, but instead I come upon a row of turnstiles in the right wall. The kids are lined up behind them, entering one at a time. If this is their entrance, then I probably went past the showers. And I'd better find one soon, because it will be even more crowded here before long.

Tropical Island

[I am awake at the beginning of this dream.]

I know that it is almost time to wake up, but I decide to see if I can fall asleep into a dream landscape of my choosing. [Sort of like a WILD, I guess, but I didn't use that terminology at the time.] I decide that I will attempt to enter the dream quickly by visualizing myself falling from a great height. I picture a field of rolling plains, and in the distance there is a tall group of rocks with almost vertical sides. I am at the top of those rocks, I decide. The view starts to zoom in on the rocks. I still feel like I'm just picturing this in my head, not dreaming it, which frustrates me. Eventually I zoom in on myself, and then I fall backwards off of the cliff. [I can't remember the details of the event.]

I've landed on a beach, in the surf, though it takes a few moments for me to get my bearings. Somehow this is not what I wanted to happen, but a voice tells me that I should be feeling very comfortable right now (seeing as how this is a tropical island), so I should try to enjoy myself. I wade into the water, but almost immediately I notice something floating in the water near me that looks like dog poop. Eww. I try to wade away from it, but a trick of the current seems to make it follow me. Once, I think I've gotten away from it, only to look again a moment later and find that it's back. Then I notice that there's a current under the surface that's making a lot of stuff collide with my legs on its way past me. Seaweed, perhaps. In any case, it's gross. This is not fun.

I am in a German village and I am walking to the clock tower. A woman is there and after some conversation she head up with me further into the tower.

On the third floor just as I get over the stairs a hunched over spirit of a girl shining blue is there. She tells me or warns me of something then she vanishes from where she was. We continue until we reach the top floor.

From up here the wind is blowing at my face. I look out the top and can see the whole entire village from up here. The woman grabs a key off of a pedestal and hands it to me. I take it and place in a chest just behind the stairs and the chest opens. I forget what's inside.

I was in my house when i had guests i did not actually remember when they got in. They brought a pitbull a bird that could sing really well to every song, And the weirdest thing was this german shepperd cat that meow'd and barked at the same time and it sounded sooooo weird. First off i remember playing with the bird it was a small one like a parrot but when i leave it alone it turned into a pigeon (still singing) I thought it was really cool and played with it for a while it did want to go out the window becouse it was calm idk. After that i remember sitting down with the guests and there were 2 dogs i started playing with the pitbull but it was very weird becouse it wanted to bite me everytime i touch it (NOTE: it's mouth was white from the inside i thought it was normal so no biggie.) Then i told my guests that i have a shirt that has a pitbull on it and it looked very much like their's. I brought the shirt but it was old and the picture was all yellow and it was of another pitbull like an animation i did not pay much atention to it so i put it back where it was. After that there was the second dog or at least i thought it was a dog. It was actually a cat hybrid with a german shepperd it's face was very weird i couldn't even look at it from the weirdness then it made a sound some thing like a bark and a meow at the same time .

That's when i woke up and tried to remember other details about the dream without moving an inch but that was all weird as fuck i will tell you that.

Probably forgot half the stuff I remembered when I woke up, kinda stressed out because I though it was 3 PM already. It was not...

The usual colour coding:
non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

Gutentag, ich bin Jedi Master Martini
I am standing in my old German classroom, under the supervision of one of my old teachers. Apparently, this my first day teaching and they want to be sure I can handle myself. I start the class and quickly find out that I have no plans for the first lesson, so I try to improvise by teaching the basics. This involves the verbs to be and to have, which seem to form the basis for every language education.

Quickly though, the topic of conversation shifts when a student asks what the duties of a Jedi Shadow are (I'm guessing this is due to the abundance of SWTOR I've been playing over the last couple of days). I explain the tasks and the secrecy involved, before finding that the scenery has changed into that of a Jedi temple. I'm now a Jedi Master giving a lecture to the older padawans of the academy.

The dream ends abdruptly when I am woken by my mother, who wasn't particularly happy at me sleeping in, again...

April 14, 12. 3:51am

My dream was about was about learning German, I was talking to two guys from Germany (who looked like Oliver and Richard from Rammstein) about learning to speak German. i wanted to record them speaking so I could learn to pronounce the words correctly. As I recorded them and asked questions, we were laughing and having a good time. -End dream-

-Thoughts-

At first when I woke up I thought I forgot my dream, but I didn't. My dream was about something I normally think about, so it wasn't like a dream at all. As i woke up, the dream became my thoughts, and as I headed to the bathroom I was thinking about how cool the guys were and i couldn't wait to listen to the recording so i could learn to speak German... wait a minute, what am I thinking that didn't happen...it was a dream.
I had broken sleep for the rest of the night.

9:00am - later that morning, Dream #2

My eyes were hurting, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. The sun was bright, almost blinding, it was the morning sun rise. I looked at my eyes in the mirror and my eyes were blood shot red, except where my contacts rest. I said to myself, "Great, I have been wearing these things to long. Now I have to find my glasses". I walked off to find them and everything faded away. -End dream-

I see a friend of mine, she's on some sort of ferry/cruise ship kind of thing. It's just been very painstakingly cleaned for her, I get the impression my friend is famous or important some how. She has an entourage with her, including her Mom and Grandmother. I am not sure where the ship is going or why it's going anywhere. She's in her gorgeous room, it's very beautifully decorated in the style of what I remember of Versailles. She is trying to speak German, but it's not working. She has a doctor's appointment, so the doctor enters the room. She begins talking about the pill she is on and how it's made her gain weight. She refers to her Grandmother a few times, but her Grandmother keeps saying "Not this time, dear" and waving the questions away. I become aware that her Grandmother won't talk about the issue of birth control because she's too embarrassed.

Dream (non-lucid) | Lucid dream

Background:

Yesterday, before going to bed, I watched the whole "American Gangster" movie, which talks a lot about heroine and the US Army.

Dream:

At the start of my dream, I was an US soldier, and got slightly injured (I fell on my arm). A colleague managed to disinfect the wound and bandage it. We walked for a few seconds and found ourselves on a memorial place, with a few generals; right next to this place was an open-air "holy sanctuary". The sanctuary consisted of a cube from which (if I'm right) a few colons emerged -- eight, I think. Around the cube were "holy" stairs, on which I walked on with my dad (what was he doing here?) ; however, some Indian-Mexicans (who were probably prayers) told us not to walk here in a shocked way.

Then I had a FA, and found myself in my classroom. Everyone was taking a massive amount drug pills -- I can't recall what drug --, saying it'd help them focus (even the best pupil took a lot of them). I didn't, though. We were all talking about these. Then I went to a big gymnasium which was used as a classroom for 2 classes, and the doctor I met last week (IRL) was our French teacher. The class went on normally but the teacher looked weird... She was on drugs as well. She told us at the end of the class she snorted cocaine at the teacher's room, with one pupil of my class (sometimes).

And then, I'm in a huge and modern two-storey train (I'm on the 2nd storey). My German teacher is sitting on the row next to me. We pass by my train station. From there, I can see what the train driver sees... There are three or four kids walking on the railway, but the train gets past them. I find that weird. Then we pass through a wall, which gets us into a tunnel. In the tunnel, the train goes past another group of kids. Arriving at the next station, I look at the hour. The hour goes from 11:12 (displayed in green) to weird characters (displayed in red) -- I realize I'm dreaming, but get too excited, and the dream fades away.

I was pretty happy when I found out I was dreaming, but obviously too excited, and couldn't control the dream. I thought "Oh, all those efforts and I finally have a lucid dream! Yay!". Still, it's nice to have found out I was dreaming.

Whoop, second recall in a row (which for me is a huge improvement). I could recall it very well too, which makes it even better.

9th of March 2011: non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

I find myself at school, though the setting was slightly strange, for I wasn't in any ordinary lesson. I was being tutored in German along with someone else by a teacher whose features I cannot remember. The bell rings, prompting me to go another lesson, ICT class. Instead of going straight to that lesson however, I walk into the school library, where I stand and wait for a couple of minutes, waiting to look into a folder that holds all the marks I had received. (Though there probably were other students in that folder as well) Finally I get to look through it quickly, then I remember I was supposed to be at ICT class at that time. I want to leave, but the librarian holds me back and tells me to store the book in a place that is neither too damp nor too dry.

I walk over to one of the plants and pick it up (Must have thought she was referring to me storing the plant in a proper environment), I open a door that is supposed to lead to a room filled with computers and wiring. I find the room to be remarkably tidy, without computers and wiring littering the place. Instead of the computer dude I expected, I find two students in the room. I'm hesitant to continue and look back at the librarian and point at the plant I'm holding. She shakes her head, telling me I'm really supposed to store that folder somewhere appropriate.

I walk out of the library and into the computer room that is located right next to it. I hand in the notebook to the teacher for some reason... I expect to be sent out of class and punished for being late, but my teacher says that the class has already started working on exercise 37. I turn around and find that the class is filled with people that aren't supposed to be there, as a result, my seat has already been taken. Nevertheless I find myself a seat (through rather magical means, as I just found myself there) As I review the exercise, my teacher explains that everyone can perform a 'is greater than 1' comparison and that is as redundant as 'FTW' (I know, my dreams are a bit crazy).

I look at the assignment, of which I can only remember the '>=' operator and 3 or 4 numbers all greater than 900 (one of which was 900). I suddenly find myself in a different world, slightly reminiscent of Halo Reach. There are two other people with me, both wearing armour. A woman holds a sniper rifle. I run out the cave, and find gravity to reverse on me, causing me to drop back into the cave, where gravity resets itself. I continue to jump out the cave several times with similar result (possibly to impress the lady)I get her to follow me in said activity. Jump out the cave once more and wake up.

Most detailed recap of a dream so far afaik.

NON-DREAM DREAM
We walk towards the door, which appears level with the path I slow down mid-sentence when I notice that the front door is ajar. A sense of dread. (perhaps linked to the story I was telling Frida last Saturday morning 26/2 about experiences of my childhood house being robbed consecutively and how I used to have recurring dreams about coming home to an empty house)


Perhaps we approach the door quietly, listening if anyone is still inside, and we hear men’s voices speaking in Russian deep inside, because I panic and run as fast as I can, to the other side of the street, before we are noticed and devoured by danger. I run straight to the Coates’ house, knocking on the clear glass door, the mother approaches with a drink in her hand, smirking with her mouth full as if she’s having a party in the next room and they’re telling dark jokes. She answers the door mischievously at arm’s length. I smile and ask her if I can use her phone quickly. I call the real estate agent, and anxiety builds, anticipating (like when I called Stuart on Saturday night with only 88cents of credit) the credit running out, listening to repetitive automated messages, before finally I get an answer.


I report to him urgently that someone has broken into our house and that they are violent (dangerous) and need to be removed. The man on the other end says that they will be prepared to proceed with the matter once I supply them with the arrest report and that he can’t do anything now, that I should’ve called the police first, and as I realise the mistake I’ve made, the stress returns, he questions why I was never taught that I had to do that.


There are few scenes of us standing across the road from the house, indecisive on the Ash’s council strip watching for any movement.


While I sit outside the Coates’ house, I see Mum come home, pulling up in the station wagon. She gets out, with Margaret, walking towards the house. I call out to her but she doesn’t hear me. I shout out in a hushed tone, so not to raise the alarm of the men inside, but she’s getting closer to the house still. In desperation I begin shouting for her to get away from the house, but only Margaret hears me, stopping on the lawn, shocked by the intensity of my voice, but my Mum has already entered the house stupidly, and I have to grab her by the arm and march her out, insulting her for not hearing my warning and ignorantly putting herself in extreme danger, and she apologises a little embarrassedly, thanking me cheerfully, still not realising the seriousness of the situation.


There is another memory of sitting on the grass in the backyard of the Coates’ house, where I find 3 identical kitten, white with dark spots, and my friend tells me that they are dangerous. I ignore him, talking to them, so as not to frighten them, staring at me and shifting their formation slowly. I pick one up and it starts thrashing about, clawing at my wrist, trying to get free and lunge at my head, as I lean back and to the side defensively, as the others gang up on me at the same time.


At one stage, sitting on the concrete, like a loading bay combined with an outdoor cafe seating area, next to the convenience store, there are two young men standing above us, arms crossed and necks crooked towards each other, talking in German, and I point over to my Mum, who is mid-sentence with Margaret, pursing my eyebrows to indicate the two men, and without further explanation she quietly translates their conversation in real-time, which is about us, judging us contemptuously.


Sitting out the front of the Coates’ house, night-time, which is now a brightly-lit convenience store, and I go inside, filled with young people dressed up like a Friday night on King Street, perhaps because I spot Laura (who I saw at the Friki Tiki on Saturday night before the film screening) because I approach her specifically so I can borrow her phone to call the police. She doesn’t want to lend it to me, and not because she is broke, making up an excuse, awkwardly, saying thanks instead of sorry.


I then ask Cordy in the other aisle to use his phone quickly, which he hands me without hesitation, but I realise that the criminals have sabotaged the emergency line, a strange mix of different voices digitally contorted, which I interpret as muffled laughter.


I thank him and tell him that it was no use because “they’ve fucked with the [police] line”, at which point he suggests casually that I go up to the police station. I say it’s a good idea but I don’t know where the nearest one is, and he says that it’s just up the street.


Enthusiastically with pace, I walk up Peacock Parade which is a dark, semi-industrial area, with lots of old brick warehouse fronts, and junk out the front on the sidewalk, broken wooden crates piled up against a telegraph pole, obscuring my field of vision, an illuminated sign on the other side, but standing discarded against the wall, when I hear one of the criminals screaming indignantly, running at full speed from the house, passed the bend in the road where I started at the convenience store, and I start running as fast as I can.


The short guy catches up to me, around my age, and he runs straight to the bottle shop, open like a fruit market, and picks up a bottle of red wine from the rack, and threatens me, saying that he’ll bend my arm back the wrong way with the bottle against a chopping board, or something, a hard surface but unfixed.


The police station is right next door and I suddenly make a bolt for the open doorway before he has a chance to block me off, and beat him to it, feeling invincible by passing the threshold, slowing down like a sprinter, down a narrow hall towards the shoulder-high wooden bench with a large authoritarian insignia printed on the front of it, even though there is no one manning it at that moment.

Arrrgh! All these fragments are driving me crazy! For some reason I can't seem to remember anything these last couple weeks.

Fragment: Hanger
Non-lucid
NonDream Dream Lucid

I was in some sort of Sci-Fi spaceship hanger. Everything is metal and plastic. There are stacks of crates all over and a large freighter to my right. I am wearing a spacesuit and have the helmet in my hand. I put it on top of a crate and sit down on another crate. Two guys come in after me and do the same. Then a kid (probably 11ish) comes in and puts his small helmet in the open visor of one of ours. I remember my view zooming in to show the helmet inside of another. I get the impression that we are laying low from an angry woman (Possibly a supervisor or a wife or something)
We are lounging around, talking and whatnot. One of the guys mentions reading a headline in the paper that talks about a scientist that was imprisoned or maybe executed for 'stealing' a part of the rocket engine he was working on. He was in charge of the part and was told not to let anything happen to it, so he took it with him, and apparently got caught with it outside the lab.
The kid is hanging around me asking me questions in German. I answer him back in German as well. After some time, he wants to play this word game in German of course. I tell him I don't want to play (I speak German, but haven't had to in years, so I don't think I'll be good at the game) He starts begging me, pleading "Bitte, Bitte" I keep telling him 'No' (English now) and after a little bit more of this the dream ends.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


22:00 GMT

Undergroung radio station
On a big room, like a school canteen or lounge area, at night. It’s semi-dark, but I can see tables and chairs piled up. Whoever was around is leaving the place but I stay behind, hidden, because I want to explore some basements below. I found out there’s a -1 level which is used for storage and a -2 level that is attracting my curiosity. After descending some stairs to -1 basement, there’s a square hatch to a -2 level. I touch the walls and find some metal ladder to go down. Then I can’t see a thing, it’s pitch black and I can’t find any light switch.
Then I hear voices of a group of girls coming. I am hopeful they’ll stay in level -1, but they actually come down the hatch and I’m trapped. I decide not to make a big deal out of it. They know where the light is and turn it on. I smile at them. Luckily they didn’t shit their pants when seeing me there. Apparently there was also nothing so important down there, because they were not upset with my presence. The first half of the space was also for storage, but then they invited me in to the second half, much cosier, full of posters from the 80’s on the walls. It was an amateur radio station, they used to run when they were school girls! They tell me their old stories, we plaid some music, we spent a good time.

0:30 GMT

Fragment
Similar dream – probably continuation of previous dream – but can’t recall details. Also something about my cat and my BF.

2:00 GMT

Trying to stabilize a WILD
I fall asleep and I enter a dream lucid. Just hold on to some images passing by and started to dream, but control and lucidity were a bit weak. I felt sleepy and tired as if my awaken-life body was still too present on my mind. I felt that if I sat meditating, the dream would fade away, so I just consciously watched it. I was on some kind of fair on a village. I notice the stands and a freaky guy following me around. I then saw some tourism promotion shop with glass walls – selling German arts and crafts and sharing brochures about the country. To stabilize my lucidity I decide to go inside it and just look at all the things in display. There’s a desk at my left with some German lady smiling at me. By her side there’s some kind of children’s book I find fascinating, because the book is in the format of a flower and the pages are the petals and fold to the centre. Then I sit on a very cool resting wicker chair and unfortunately I’m still feeling tired so I can’t hold lucidity and I just wake up.

3:00 GMT

Another unstable lucid
Again lucid, on a roadside. I think some guys invite me to a road trip but I say no. Instead I float around some village trying to stabilize the dream, but I still feel very tired. I remember something about vegetable gardens and narrow streets, then I go blank.

Museum and party on a village
Now I'm on a mountain village. Getting out of some café/restaurant with my BF and heading to our car. I notice we left our bags and wallets on our seats and didn’t even close the car. The car is parked on a sightseeing terrace over the ocean. I am looking at the view, the water, the boats and the clouds in the sky when a jumbo jet passes by really low altitude. I pick up my camera to film it. And then the jet flips in the air and sinks on the water down below. I get scared but then the jet jumps out of water and it is now a whale. OK. Then as I watch this jet-whale jumping on water, This whole terrace thing is now a theatre on some museum, where they play 3D movies (been recently to something like this in Japan).
I’m now accompanied by my father and the movie is about sea monsters – the whale now transformed into a pre-historic whale with sharp teeth. It is so cool and realistic but my father is totally missing it, because he didn’t like the place he was at (everybody had to stand, leaning over a handrail). The movie was ending and he was complaining he didn’t see a thing. During the movie, I tried to get him on a better place but he was in a terrible mood, not accepting any suggestion, so I just gave up. In the end, I was so excited about the movie but he had found another horrible guy who also just kept complaining about everything. Then a new session was about to start and I suggested they tried again but now they were demanding that the session was halted someone from the staff came over and take care of their complaints. I told them they were being jerks, that they had no experience of these continuous playing movies on museums and if they were not happy just please go away. They didn’t go, so I did.
I went outside and I’m still on the same mountain village. Lots of amazing views around. Lots of green, cute little houses in the hills. I become lucid again. I see many people gathered at what seems to be the main square of the village, a bit down below from where I am standing and decide to fly over to see what’s going on. It’s some kind of party but it’s too crowded and I decide to go under an arched tunnel just by the side of this huge crowd. As I fly by the tunnel I see some long table full of toys and dolls, placed in a way to create a kind of domestic scene. I guessed it was some kind of birthday party for a kid and this display was for the party’s kids. I am coming out on the other side of the tunnel, when I cough in RL and I wake up.

5:10 GMT

Attack of the gadgets
On a wood cottage with my mom, my aunt and lots of other people. We’re trying to find a spot to put a mattress and sleep for the night on some mezzanine over a large empty living room, but it is simply crowded. I finally find a spot near the stairs that go to ground level. When I’m settled, I go downstairs, as do my mom and aunt. As they sit outside on a tree trunk, relaxing in the sun, I see a bunch of robots and gadgets coming up the hill behind them and terrifying everyone at his passage. My mom and aunt don’t seem so worried. OK, it wasn’t like the “I, Robot”, so I understand they didn’t look threatened – ipods, toy-robots, those alarm clocks with wheels to run away from you when they ring, and so on – but still, they were marching as an army and I didn’t feel secure. They ended up invading the house and cornering people. Then a huge LCD with a home cinema sound system came majestically into the giant empty living room and forced people to watch some film on its screen. And demanded full undivided attention. When there were music clips playing, people had to dance to it. I was hiding and watching this at distance. Then some guy got tired and stopped dancing, wanted to run away. The LCD beamed the guy up with some type of laser and disintegrated him. Then people started to really freak out. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna save people from this when... in RL my BF wakes me up.

6:30 GMT

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in a fairly large computer lab, hanging around with a couple of my friends. The walls were brick painted a solid grey color which would have made the room look like a prison if not for the computers and school-like posters hanging all over the walls. The room was well-lit. Around the walls of the room were long, light turquoise desks and in the center of the room was another one. There were computers stationed two to a desk, with the exception of the center table, which I was sitting at. I was using a white laptop.

I came across this site, although I'm not sure how, of a high-quality video involving a Savannah-like landscape.

It looked very similar to this.

It was in the middle of nowhere. There was a metal fence laid straight across the whole area, and another coming out perpendicular from that one. It made a T-shape. On one side of the fence was a German shepherd dog on a leash, and on the other was a creature around half the size of the dog. It had the face, head, and body shape of a cat, but had the tail and ears of a fox. It had a peppered gray coat with a touch of brown, and had thicker dark, almost black stripes running horizontally along its coat.

It looked pretty cute, but it was snarling at the dog through the fence grating.

Then, it burrowed under the fence (I might add it did this fairly quickly), and leaped right at the dog, biting its nose. It then grabbed onto its muzzle with its paws and didn't let go even when the dog shook it off.

This dream occurred in May 2008:

I had a dream about a woman with bright red hair and very, very pale skin. She was some sort of movie star, who was in love with an Austin Powers-esque adventurer/detective. She was a dancer, performing a dance on stage, it was beautiful and the costume she was wearing was made of mica or black glass. It didn't harm her, but it was sharp. When her boyfriend went to embrace her after the performance, it cut him to pieces. She had an elixir that was like the elixir of life, which was carried in a vase. She had used it once before to bring him back to life, but barely had a second dose left. She sprinkled it all over the chunks of him that were left, but barely had a drop for the last piece. She cried and tried to coax it out of the vase, but finally succeeded.

This was followed by a dream about my German professor taking my classmates and I on a trip through Germany. He was lecturing us on our grammar, and me in particular on a mistake I constantly made while conjugating certain verbs. We were traveling in trams that hung from a wire, they were open to the air and had red roofs. All of my classmates were in one, while I was in the other. Their tram stopped, but mine continued going - I was worried that I would get separated from them, but not terribly worried about being alone. I arrived at the next station, which was a building on top of a very tall pillar, and my classmates soon arrived as well. I stood in line, trying to figure out what I could eat off the menu in the station's cafeteria that wouldn't make me sick, and figured out that I could create a makeshift hot-fudge sundae from various menu items. Then, the dream ended.