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I'm Donna from Doctor Who and I'm with River and the tenth doctor. He asks us a math problem (I think it was something like "what do you need four of to make twelve?) that I could not answer because I couldn't remember if he'd said "what do you need four of" or "what do you need two of".

We arrived outside of this haunted house that had a maze in the front. I knew in my gut that the maze was insolvable, so I told the doctor (who was suddenly the 9th doctor) that we should just go around the maze to the side door. He argued that it would take too long, so he and River went into the maze while I (and someone else?) went took the long way around. When I finally got to the house, I took a few steps inside before the ghost of a little boy said "hello" or something like that, and I ran out, deciding I'd get the doctor before going inside again because it was scary.

When I finally got back to the hill that the TARDIS was parked on, I called down to the Doctor and River who were still in the maze, saying that I had made it to the house but had come back for them. They didn't believe me and wanted to complete the maze. Frustrated, I went back to the house but could not get inside because the ghosts wouldn't let me.

At some earlier point in the dream, I was on a spaceship.

At some later point, I'm in a van with my parents and my grandparents.

09-14-2012 -- I'm in my room setting up some sort of computer link that will allow me to broadcast some sort of video from my computer to others in the same room. People or making fun of me and insulting me, but I carry on. Soon I find I am not doing this is my room somewhere, but in the street right by Peter Marshall Elementary. In my dream I think I am on La Reina, but actually I am at the corner where Glencrest turns into Nancita.

It is dark, late in the evening, and I am just about to start the 'broadcast' when a young teen comes out of the house next to the school. He is very slim, but athletic, and seems to look like a cross between Kevin B. and Steve K. He has a bit of an attitude, but I ignore it, and peacefully invite him to join us. He is unsure, but does so.

Turns out what I am about to show is a documentary I made about a mean old guy (who turns out to have been the teen's grandpa) who lived in the house until he died. Though everybody in the neighborhood hated him (and he seemed to hate everybody) I tried to get to know him and understand him, and then documented the odd things that happened when he died.

Problem is, Hollywood came in at the same time and made a horror film 'based on a true story' that was truly horrifying. My documentary was very, very different. Because of all the attention Hollywood directed their way, the family just wants to be left alone to forget, but the neighbors remain up in arms. Which is why I am going to broadcast the thing here in the neighborhood on this night, to hopefully help everybody understand and quit freaking out.

As the documentary plays, you see little kids from the neighborhood talking about how mean and crazy and scary the old guy is. I try to approach the teen when he is several years younger, as he is walking from the house to the gate of the school. I am being very gentle as I ask if he will talk to me for a few minutes and answer some questions.

Where Hollywood produced a dark horror film, I recorded a tale of redemption and understand. I got to know the old guy, learned his history and why he got to be so mean, and slowly helped to reason him back to where he was willing to start being a nice guy again. As he was just starting to turn around, though, he died. And either God or an angel came for him, though Hollywood portrayed it as the Devil.

We're about halfway through the film when there is a brilliant flash of light, and a somewhat younger looking version of the old guy appears in the yard and walks into the house. The teen tells me he's got to go, and starts walking toward the house. I tell him we'll pause the film for a minute, and he glares at me. I wasn't trying to rush him, it was just an expression. I tell him we'll pause the film for as long as we need to.

As I stand there, a voice in my head suddenly tells me I need to enter the house, too. I'm kind of nervous, but I fold up my laptop and carry it to the house. I enter the house (where the family is having a family reunion) and kind of shrug my shoulders at the mother, who shrugs back.

There is a brilliant white figure standing there who is God. He looks like a cross between George Burns (hence the title of this dream) and Henry Fonda in Gideon's Trumpet. Most of the family doesn't want me around getting into their business, but they do appreciate that I took the trouble to learn the truth, and then tried to tell others that truth. God makes it clear that he called me in to witness his visit, so they pretty much have to accept me.

He is here to help them heal, and put the whole situation behind them. While he is too mild and 'understanding' to be the real God (who is an awesome and scary presence), he is very impressive. This is his second visit to this house. The first was right after the guy died, when he brought his spirit back to say goodbye. Tonight he is going to bring another spirit back for a few minutes, this time Tom D., who died a week or two ago. [To the best of my knowledge Tom is still alive and well.]

Tom appears before us, and seems to know the people and situations (how that is when he has spent most his life in Florida and this is in California I don't know) but he's calming people and soothing nerves and helping everyone to relax. I am very embarrassed and shy when he reminds me that I can't shut myself away, and I need friends and family, too. Wish they'd leave me out of it, but I am not going to argue with Tom or God, so I just kind of nod.

I was in a grassy meadow about 30 by 50 meters, surrounded by a low cobblestone wall. Beyond the north wall was a road and then terraced houses. beyond the other walls were trees. I was there with a few girls, and my dad had supposedly dropped us off there. Before he left, he told us that ghosts lived in the meadow. We made our way to a small corrugated shed, and went inside to sleep for the night as it was rapidly becoming dark. The three girls were talking to each other about the ghosts, reassuring each other that there were none. I said goodnight to them, and headed off to my own shed. I climbed in and shut the door. Inside the walls were oak panelling. A small bed was in the room too, into which I climbed and fell asleep.

I was now viewing a different place and couldn't feel my body. The room was startlingly vivid, particularly for a non lucid dream. It appeared to be an old Victorian manor, with dark wooden floors and various antique furniture. Everything was covered in a thin film of dust. The room was dimly illuminated despite the window being closed by a thick curtain. I then floated out into a hallway, where a woman resembling queen Victoria ran in a huge dress shouting "Begone foul spirits". As I watched, the spirits in question chased her and knocked her down. They didn't seem to be malicious, appearing as ghosts from luigi's mansion.

I then woke up.

I can remember three dreams from last night. In the first, I was playing Sims 3. My Sim (a woman, by the way) was trapped in one room of the house. There were no doors in the room she was in (for those who don't know, the game has a top-down view, so I could see her and everything perfectly fine). Suddenly, I was given the option to allow her to fly so she could get out of the room she was trapped in. I clicked "No", but she started flying anyway, so I tried to quit the game. For some reason, there was no option to quit without saving, but I really did NOT want to save.

I can barely remember the next dream. I remember going up into this treehouse where there were these ghost girls. There were three, I think. It seemed totally normal at the time.

In the third dream, I was at home. My mom told me it was almost time for bed. I reminded her that I'd only just gotten up. She informed me that I'd gone back to bed. I figured out that that must have meant I'd slept all day long, though I didn't even remember going to bed. Then, she said something weird.

"That's just a typical schooler day; if you were very hungry, you don't remember anything," she told me. I still wasn't convinced I'd lost my memory of the entire day. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:45 (presumably PM). I somehow also inferred that it was April 12, which was (apparently) yesterday's date! I'd somehow jumped back in time! Well, that, or... I could be dreaming...

As soon as I started to suspect it was a dream, I woke up, unfortunately.

Non-lucid visit with a ghost (B. Stewart). Somewhere where there are many people milling about. I see the ghost and we start talking. I tell him that I know he is dead. He smiles at me and says he is always here, watching over the guys. He gives me a lot of advice about life and says that he will just be "over there" sitting in the orange chair (like a stadium seat - sitting out in the open of this courtyard type setting), whether I can see him or not - he will be there. Such a friendly, loving, smile and hug. We talk about his son and his wife.

Later on in the dream - a different day perhaps - I return to the busy courtyard and I don't see him. I turn to the empty orange chair (about 15 ft away) and wave hello. A plastic hand that was on the arm rest waves back to me and I know it is him. Comforting.

Dream switches to being on a plane with my brother on our way to South Africa. There is no roof on the plane and I had to keep my hands on my headphones to keep them from flying off of my head. We end up at someone's house - there are pillars around the pool.

Themes: We Will Never Leave You - Leave No Doubt

Date: 05/07/2012
Place: Home
Time of getting into bed: midnight

Dream 1 - non lucid 6.25am

I am talking to a friend about OBEs, I'm telling him how to do it, so he has a go, and floats like a ghost out of his body! When he returns I tell him he is a natural, and he is really happy. We are in a strange room which vaguely resembles an outhouse in a house I once lived in as a kid. There are big, nasty looking spiders all over and some other horrible insects. I had to keep telling myself good thoughts, so that I wasn't scared and the spiders didn't attack. I told my friend the more spiritual people can leave their body for up to one minute each time.

Suddenly my childhood dog appears, he was aggressive little terrier and I warn my friend he may bite. My friend lifts me up into the air to save me, but I panic because this is when he gets angry and bites, when people are touching each other. I try to tell my friend this but my dog starts jumping up, trying to bite me, at one point he catches my clothing. I beg to be put down, and my friend agrees, but although I know he won't bite me now, the dog runs up and bites me anyway.

Dream 2 - non lucid dream fragments

Me and some friends are eating popcorn, covered in warm, sweet toffee sauce. We share a big bowl.

In my DJ, it says 'GHOSTS, SPIRITS, SCARY.' but I am not sure what this means. I must learn to not write random words because I never remember what they mean.

Some scary faces on tshirts are chasing me, one of them bites me.

Dream 3 - non lucid 8.12am

My sister gives birth to twin babies, they are 6 months early, and very very tiny, like little toys. I help her look after them because they are poorly and delicate.

There is a man (in his 50's, fat and balding, has glasses, a bit weird looking) he uses our toilet, but then won't come out. I look under the door to see what he is doing and he is taking off all his clothes, I am disgusted, and decide to leave. I want to leave now because I fear that if he sees me leaving he will follow, and I really don't want him to follow. However I have lots of plastic shopping bags to carry and it takes ages for me to pick them up while he is in the toilet, I worry I won't leave in time. Inside the bags are cardigans, and sherbert amongst other things I can't remember. The dream is taking place at night, it is dark outside.

***NOTEWORTHY***
The dog dies many, many years ago. He really was very vicious and would bite anyone who touched anyone else
I'm not scared of spiders
I was reading about OBEs before bed
I don't wear cardigans nor do I eat sherbert!
My sister did have a premature, poorly baby years ago, but now he is very well.

In my nightmare episode last night I was supposedly a dead person in the dream world.

It first started out where I had a aquarium tank that filled up the size of half a family living room in my house. I felt kind of odd looking at the fish in the tank, something felt 'fishy' almost like the whole reason I was ever looking at the tank was for that reason, So I could suspect my surrounding and really notice what was happening.

Something big happened to where the fish tank exploded and reality within the dream started to intertwine with other realities. I knew this was happening because everything seemed to be normal but then items in the room started to float/change/explode

I was then sitting in a backyard that I did not recognize as my own and it did not seem familiar either. The grass in the back yard was thick, dark and green, tangled, and tall. I was sitting in the back yard with other people. Then I really started to realize my surroundings. The weather was dark and gloomy, like during the day when it is going to rain. I then started to ask myself "where am I?" The people with me where ghosts/spirit and told me I was on the otherside "What is this place, who are you" I also asked but they didn't really answer. That is when I decided to jump this old brown picket fence that way taller than out into the front yard. When I did this something that looked like the gravelings from the tv series Dead like me jumped onto me and started to suck life out of me, even tough it seemed like I was dead already.

Last nights dream

I am in the swimming baths but I don't go into the water. I meet a woman in there, this woman used to be a man and still looks like a man but has had a sex change, I am a man in my dream and I have sex with this man/woman. We have sex in the changing rooms and by the pool and everywhere we can lol.
We are now lying by the side of the pool, I hook my hand over the side of the pool and a man suddenly comes towards my hand while he is swimming with his noisy mat, it startled me and sounded like a very noisy engine, we decide to move and go and have sex somewhere else. ((dream skip))
I am at my moms house, I see my Dad and he looks sad, he says "I'm going to bed" and I give him a kiss and a hug goodnight. I am with the he/she again and we go into the other room. I see things moving about and realise there are ghosts in here. I am sitting on the sofa with the he/she and the ghosts keep touching me and my hair. I rub 2 dummies into my hair lol ((babies dummies)). I have a horrible scared feeling go through me, I'm really scared and the ghosts do the same frantics to the he/she that I am with. We both get up and rush off into the other room, I bump into my Mom and she is pissed up, she says "I'm going to bed" and I whisper to her "I'll help you up and tell you about something" she says "ok".
We stumble upstairs and I see my kids all going to sleep on different beds. I tell my Mom the girls are going to sleep and my Mom then goes to bed. I go back to the room with the ghosts in and the ghosts start scaring me again and I get an awfull feeling again. My hubby suddenly comes and says "I've got you an ice-cream" I say "what kind?" he says "a feast" I say "I don't like them" he then calls the ice-cream man on the phone who then comes back and lets me choose another one and I choose a mint one and it's huge but very cheap for the size of it.
Me and the he/she now go back into the ghostly room and the ghosts are scaring us again, I say "come on...let's go and tell my Mom" we go up to her room and when we go in I see my Mom lying on her front in bed and she is talking to someone on the phone, her new boyfriend is on top of her having sex with her, I think to myself "ohhh my god, this is too much...this is fuckin weird!!!!" I think about my Dad being in the room above them and feel sick to my stomache about all of this, I can't get my head round it all. ((dream skip))
I am now in the car with my Moms boyfriend ((not sure why)) I decide to roll myself a fag and I realise that I have rolled loads of filter tips instead of the baccy, I laugh and say "sorry" and tip all the filter tips onto the seat. The filter tips have now all changed into matches and they set alight, we go round the corner by my house now and I try to blow them out and eventually manage to. Another car now goes round the corner just infront of us, the car is on fire and suddenly explodes and I shit myself, I then see that my sister-in-laws house is on fire. A fire engine comes towards us and it's also on fire, it's glowing orange with the flames, we swerve as we try not to hit it and we spin. We are now stuck on the path on the corner, another fire engine comes towards us, this is very scary and it's also on fire, it hits my side of the car and I feel the heat and the burn off it, I think "ohh god, it's my time to die" the most horrific feeling rushes through me, a feeling of doom and death. I shout to my Moms boyfriend "pull me over to your side" I'm in slow motion so can't get over to him to escape the fire. He pulls me over and I am now safe. I'm scared and we get out of the car, everywhere and everything is on fire. I now wake up and I'm sweating, my heart is pounding and I'm absolutely shitting myself lol.

Old Lucid Dream from 1991 (yeah I still remember it)

My grandfather died IRL in 1991, suddenly. About a month later, I had this dream:
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I was in my grandfather's attic, but it didn't 'look' like his attic. There were boxes everywhere and it looked like someone was moving out. The attic was fairly dark and no light was on - only a bit of natural sunlight from a small, square window. In front of me was an oval standing mirror. You know, those antique looking ones? I faced the mirror and noticed some hats. These were wide brimmed hats with feathers in them. They reminded me of the hats ladies during Victorian times might have worn. I placed one of the hats on my head and as I took it off I saw my grandfather standing behind me on my left. I was startled and turned around, but he was not there.

In a flash, I was outside my grandfather's house now. It was a red brick house with a red cement porch. A sidewalk was in front of his lawn and then a small strip of grass was near the curb. Hunched over, near the curb, with one foot in the street and one foot on the curb, was my grandfather, edging the grass...just like he always did. He looked much younger than when he died but I would recognize him anywhere. My grandfather was always doing yard work. He kept a pristine lawn in real life and apparently in the afterlife too! And here I became somewhat lucid. I realized he was dead and it confused me because he looked so real, and I believe I smelled him too. He straightened at that point, stopped edging with his clippers, and looked at me.

Clear as day he said, "I'm all right. Everything is all right." Then, he hugged me and I woke up.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Threatening, scary, romantic.
Dream Setting: My High School, some amusement park.
Dream Characters: No One I Knew.

At the start, I was confronted by three or four Asian kids about something strange, very strange. For some reason, they knew that I knew that they had the powers of becoming a ghost of some sort, who consume other people's souls or something strange and dangerous as that. They asked if I wanted to join them, and for some reason, I accepted. I don't see why though. The way I'd activate this ghost power was by making up some Japanese word and saying it, well, it really seemed more like I was typing it in a chat box somewhere in the corner of my vision. I only got it to work once, mainly because I couldn't remember the word I made up, though I think it was something like Dobutsu Monaki or something asinine like that. Still, when I was a ghost, I didn't collect anyone's souls, though my vision was all purple. That dream ended out of nowhere.

In the beginning of this new dream, I was already cuddling up and making out with this girl, who was actually quite attractive. We were behind a building of sorts, and I was much more studlier. I had curly blonde hair that went to my neck, and had some pretty nice muscles to say the least. Still, we kept doing what we were doing, until another couple came by. Strangely, they would not let us continue on with our doing, and scolded us everytime we tried, so we had to come up with a way to get out. We never did, well, the dream ended before we could.

Okay, I just remembered a fragment of a dream this evening, which I couldn't fully remember (only the after-feeling):
I was somewhere in a building.. there was a long hallway and at first there was nobody there but a few people who were with me.. then, I got something.. don't know why or when or how.. but I could see dead people.. right there.. I passed them by when I walked through the building.. I was sooo scared, I tried not to look at them, because I thought they would know that I could see them, if I looked straight at them.. so I kind of looked away, but it was so hard, they were so scary. And it was FULL of them.. they were everywhere.. I can remember them now as shadows.. some of them were leaning against the wall looking at me o_o

I couldn't remember this dream when I woke up (due to the alarm).. but I did think there was something weird when I woke up.. I knew it had to do with my dream, but I couldn't remember and I had to hurry to school and all..

This dream has nothing to do with Damascus. I dreamt it four nights ago, on the morning of the 5th, so it might be inaccurate by now. Weird, I seem to remember a dream every 9 days, but maybe that will change.

We were told to be prepared. Prepared that is, for a haunted house of some sort, that had been very scary to its previous visitors. It was a building created sometime in the late eighteenth century, sometime around 1770. We prepared to descend into the narrow steps. I was in a group of about a dozen or more people.

It was somewhat dark in the room, but there was a bright light from nowhere. Somewhat resembled one of my friends' houses' basements, but that must have been a facade of the actual memory, because it really wasn't like that at all. A picture of someone hung on the room, and it was frightening to enter and to look at--the picture resembled Abraham Lincoln, but that must be yet another facade.

As we entered, we expected everything from spooky noises to whatever you expect from ghosts. But a few seconds in, I discovered it wasn't scary at all.

The entire dream fragment lasted maybe one or two minutes, and yet few of the details are still remembered. As I woke up, it was morning, and my family was talking very loudly about a now-familiar topic: ghosts.

I've been having these awful nightmares for the last two weeks or so and they went from bad to worse. At first it was just language like symbol pattern that clouded my subconscious like a thick fog. On the other side were terrifying images of demons attacking and feeding on my closest of friends.
I also saw a girl I knew that killed herself five years ago for unknown reasons. In the nightmare I saw her, only she looked like she had still been aging as thought she hadn't died. She has blood around her mouth and pooling from her eyes. She kept saying something in a possessed voice. Something that sounded like a warning.
That was a week ago...
Since then I've been seeing her sitting or standing just at the corner of my vision. Just after I would look to where she was, she would disappear. The moment I lost sight of her I would get an intense migraine and see the symbols and her her voice is that haunting voice.
Just yesterday I glanced at my desk chair and thought I saw someone sitting in it. When I looked again I saw Her. She was shivering and held my knife that was sitting next to my bed. She unsheathed it and just as I was forming the words "Don't do it!" she slices a large cut in her neck.
Then I heard her voice, this time in English as she vanishes. Her voice sounds like a sweet whisper in my ears. "Don't stop the fight. Just keep your friends few and close. Be prepared for the coming year."
Just after the voice stopped I felt a searing pain in my head and I blacked out for about two hours.
I think I know what she's talking about "be prepared." I'm not sure I should post what I think she means, but I will be doing some research of my own. That might include... let's just say it ain't gonna be pretty if my theory IS correct. I pray to God that I'm dead wrong. Time will tell.

This nightmare may have just been a result from eating junk food before bedtime, but this is kind of extreme IMO. I've never had a nightmare where I died from a specific injury. Dreams of death have always been something quick where I woke up when I died and didn't feel any pain. So... yeah... here we go...

I was back in my hometown driving alone at night in a bright red sports car (think Supra/3000GT/300ZX). Specifically driving outside a parking garage near an old job.

This parking garage is reoccurring in many of my dreams, and seems to have unlimited levels. If I do get out of this parking garage in my dreams, I'm normally in a red truck without breaks and I roll down a massive hill into a hotel but remain uninjured.

I'm not completely sure what happened, just that I was suddenly in an immense amount of pain. I panicked as I realized the top row of my teeth had been shoved inward and upwards as if something had impaled the roof of my mouth and shoved it into my skull. There wasn't any blood, just a gruesome jumbled bone mess.

I realize I am in a lit room as I am panicking about needing to be rushed to the hospital. My coworkers are around me doing their jobs, oblivious to the fact I am in serious need of medical attention. Strangely, I am not at my normal place of work... I'm in a deployed location (I am military so that's not entirely strange). One girl I'm not necessarily friends with stops and looks at me. She asks me what's wrong, and I reply "I'm dead." She says "That sucks!" with a smile on her face, and continues on her way.

At this point I realize no one is going to help me get to a doctor, and it sinks in that I am dead. I frantically try to get a hold of my husband to let him know that I love him and that I have died. I'm deployed in my dream, and he is normally extremely difficult to get a hold of since he works where he can't get cell signal, so I don't know how to get in touch with him. When I can't figure out how to contact him I start to feel sick to my stomach. I then remember our three children (We don't have children yet) and the sinking feeling gets worse. I begin to cry and worry my family will think I abandoned them.

I look around and see another coworker who is normally extremely quiet sitting at a table. He's quiet and keeping to himself like normal, but he appears translucent. I get the feeling he had died as well. We don't talk normally, so we didn't talk here. I look to the opposite corner of the room and find an older black phone and pick it up. I dial my Dad's place, and can see him and my step mother sitting across from each other talking in my own little "vision cloud." I hear a faint ringing and my Dad answers his phone. I burst into more tears and cry into the phone, "DADDY, I DIED!" I have no idea if he heard me or not, but his expression tells me he may have heard something and wasn't too sure of it himself.

I dropped the phone and couldn't contain it anymore. I was in tears and completely sick to my stomach. I screamed that I wasn't ready to die and woke up.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

10-10-11 Intentions were simple meeting up with people from the IOSDP (secretly targeting Katsuno, though he isn't the target till next Saturday =P).

“You a Wizard or a Witch boy!?”

I am put in a situation where I have to choose my professional progression path in the field of magic. There are two ways to go. The first is the wizard way, which involves evocation magic and direct energy channelling. The other is the Witch way, which relies more on potions, rituals and props though it is equally as powerful.

I am with someone that may be my parents and they may have been ghosts. I remember the male, which I believe to be my dad looking at me looking like a zombie with bright red eyes. I am walking amongst some streets that have a winter/autumn feel to them, it is quite cold. I leap up onto one of the buildings, defying gravity a bit using wizardry powers.

I get a simultaneous narration on what it will be like if I choose one profession or the other. It goes even further to explain that even beneath the two main categories there are further specialisation. One of these paths is that you have to work under conditions quite harsh and this is examplified by me receiving a strong cold wind in my face and I understand this to be the standard working condition of this particular path.

My POV shifts so I am not myself any more, rather I am now my dad or the zombie/ghost version of my dad at least. He/I sit down and I basically tell him that the windy conditions aren't the right choice and that we should be patient and wait for the right path.

There is more to this dream before this part though I don't remember much of it.

Skip

The dream shifts to something else, though thematically there is still something about ghosts. In particular there is a guy who is creating a water slide attraction. He is a ghost himself and the nature of the water ride is that he takes people for a drive in a train underwater.

People who are in the train have their eyse at the surface level of the water so they can see for themselves what it is like to drive through water (!?). The dream might have awoken me slightly or at least increased my cortical tone, because I keep having these sensations of having various plants pulled over my eyes inside my eyelids, which is scary and very uncomfortable experience. (one of my biggest fears is having my eyes slashed by reeds).

There are two girls sitting down on a bench outside the lake where the water attraction is. They are eating sausages with a lot of ketchup and mustard while I am preparing an explanation on the water attraction. I go on to explain that the attraction has existed for about 3 years and it was tough in the beginning. The way it works has changed over time to the way it is now where the driver is underwater driving the train between two layers of ice.
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“Balloon/Free(Jet?) flight instructor stylez!!”

I am on a patch of land that looks quite fertile and green. It is surrounded on both sides by water. it is daytime.

I am a flight instructor having radio contact with a number of people who are trying to learn either balloon or free(Jet?) flying or a combination of the two.

Out in the field there is a crucial point where you have to have taken off before. Otherwise you will get stuck in two trees with branches crossing each other over the flight path we have to take. There is another instructor on my team who complain about this, seeing as there isn't a lot of runway to take off from before reaching this spot.

I rationalise that by throwing people out in the deep end they will become better pilots later on, though he doesn't really agree with this. I back this up with a particular psychological theory. He says a word, which I hear as Lenin, which I explain that he is not entirely incorrect about this as I am referring to Russian psychologists. He then starts laughing and explains that this wasn't the word he said.
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“Kaomea, Katsuno and an Airport”

I am walking through a street with a lot of people with various kinds of shops. Food, clothing and souvenir shops. The general feel is that the shops are put up for some kind of event and aren't there normally.

Skip

I am walking through an airport terminal with Pil. There is something weird about the situation so I shout out for him to wait for me while I do a reality check. I look at my hand and I don't notice anything particularly different, I pull my thumb into the palm of my hand while I am looking at the back to see if I can make an additional thumb grow.

I can't do this and I shout out “Bah I can't even make an additional thumb grow”, but I still keep looking at my hand and all of a sudden I see that half of it disappears so I only have 3 fingers left.. like a turtle hand.

I spend quite a lot of time trying to calm myself down as I have a suspicion that a lot of my lucids end because of over excitement. So I am standing there looking at the surroundings. The terminal has quite a modern feel to it. The floors and general look of the place is rather metallic though the designers have also found some room for plants. It is fairly bright outside.

I then start working on my goals, but obviously my memory is not playing ball with my intentions. I start walking into the terminal while I shout out “Pil!” intending on finding Pil. Pil comes around the corner, but then I remember that he wasn't the guy I was supposed to meat up with, so I shout out for “Kaomea” and she also appears from around a corner. She looks younger and paler than her picture (and compared to how she has looked before) and seem to have quite a naïve expression on her face. I don't really have anything to say to her. She is all dressed in black.

Then I recall that it was Katsuno who signed up to be the mark for dream invasion, though I am cognizant of the fact that it isn't until next weekend I still shout out “Katsuno”.

I start walking out and jump up towards a sign to see if I can fly a bit, which I am not that successful with, though I don't really care. I continue walking out and there are a lot of plants intertwined with the industrial metallic look of the airport terminal.

At this point I ask Kaomea if she is actually Kaomea or just another DC, and she confess to being a dream character. I think I stop her before she runs off because I need to see her eyes. I have a suspicion that they are yellow, which could indicate that it is Mitzu playing up and they are, but I don't continue the conversation, also she doesn't really feel like Mitzu. Then I might have punched her in the face down an escalator.

I then find Katsuno who is a fairly tall Caucasian male with black hair, not really short, but not long either though it isn't spiked. He is dressed in clothes that would indicate that he is German, a tracksuit maybe(?) (think I primarily infer this because I know him to be German, rather than an objective attribute of his clothes).

Katsuno is talking to someone at the same time as he is walking, maybe another couple of walking with him. I Say “Katsuno”, but instead of responding to me he just keeps on talking to these other people. I get slightly annoyed with this and decide to not waste further energy getting his attention, but then he actually grabs me around the shoulders. I say “I am Dennis, we are dreaming together, this is the goal we are trying to achieve” he replies “yeah I know, I can't believe how vivid this is!”.

I am then walking outside and inside the terminal towards the exit there are some shops with yellow umbrellas over them, I believe they are 'Tuborg' umbrellas but I don't stop to check for sure. I continue walking outside.

Once outside I start thinking about the TOTM and recall that it has something to do about trick or treating. I want to do this at a private door, but I can't seem to find any amongst all the shops. So I look down one way of the street and expect there to be a private door behind me when I turn around. It doesn't really work, though I get the feeling that I won't have to walk far to find one.

Then my memory plays a trick on me and I recall that I have to do something with a shoe. So I walk up to one of the people at the shops and ask her to remove her shoe. She is wearing white priatey clothes and I kneel down to remove her shoe. However I think it might be difficult to get it off, but I mentally remind myself of not acting stupid putting barriers up for myself. So I end up getting off her shoe, it is a white shoe, and I put it on the muddy ground and then the shoe turns into 2D and I wake up, under the commentary of a narrator.
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“FA”

Unsure if I have a FA, but I recall attempting to WILD by making a dream manifest around me. I am not sure though if this memory is from waking or sleeping condition though I suspect this to precede the lucid from the airport.