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I dunno why my non-lucid recall is so unstable lately.

There were two detectives dressed as dogs that had puzzle piece come up on their neck whenever they talked. They had to investigate some sort of dog hotel with entrance from the roof. At some point there was one big dirty dog that attacked them.

I'm in a room full of my coworkers. Everyone is in formal business dress. It seems we are on retreat. I wander in and around this building. There are tourists. This part of the dream is hazy. I think I walked back and forth through a hallways looking for a particular room.

I walk up a staircase and rejoin my coworkers. Everyone sits. The boss stands at front and begins to give us an inspirational talk. But it quickly turns to frustration and desperation. He says he's tired of hearing criticism from the board about all of us. He distributes a handout of several pages stapled. The top page is a deep red. The rest are white. The pages have emails from the board about us. The very first one is about me. It says I'm unproductive and waste time and cost too much to pay.

I am annoyed but I realize that the emails are just personal attacks and not really constructive. I think this is the point the boss was trying to make. That the board don't know what they are talking about, just trying to cover their own by attacking us personally. He says we're going to have a fresh start tomorrow. He dismisses everyone. Everyone else heads to the door, making conversation. Instead, I reach for my laptop out of my bag. I find a quiet room and plug it in. I want to start working right away.

So, at first I was in the car with my family, and we were driving through a hobo town... This is not what you think. N residential houses in sight, all the buildings are run down and still working. Now I'm walking alone on the sidewalk and there are about a hundred people sitting/standing doing nothing...

There are two black guys in front of me. They're wearing sweatpants. One is wearing gray ones the other dark blue... They're wearing football Jerseys. They pass by a friend and,ask if he can lend any money. He says he only has sixth cents and gives it to them...

Now, I'm in a hotel lying on a bed. There are two guys o the bed with me, and we are clothed and everyone... They start saying the they each want to kiss me . but I realize my lips are dry, so I put on some Chapstick from my pocket. It's peppermint. I tell them so.

This is a corny dream... I only want to be with one of them...the next thing I know, I'm awake, since I was apparently asleep. The one I didn't want had his arms wrapped around me very tightly. I plucked him off and I notice my cat is clung to me also... I pull her off too.

I start to find the initial guy, but first I pass a few rooms wit other guys that wanted me too... No... I find him, and apparently I had done something wrong. He apparently doesn't want sex, and he doesn't want to lead me on.

But I say, "if someone has only half walked in their life, they will want to truly walk. But if you've never walked in your life, you'd be,fine with just half walking..."

If you think about it, that makes perfect sense!

So he accepts it, and were back in his room. We each pull a pillow over and out it under a table. I lay down, but we hear the door open, and a black guy peers in at us. Apparently the guardian or something...

So, in the room there are a bunch of small blow up balls at the side... So we start throwing them to each other, as if we weren't about to do something.

I start cracking up at the ball, mostly to get the guy to believe we weren't just doing something. At one point, one of the balls says, '30,60,90* (degrees), and I laugh at that. This is a genuine laugh... They join in, he leaves, and before we do anything, I wake up... In a strange position. Grr...

02-05-2013 -- [First time in several days a detailed dream worth recalling.] I am in BM's place, probably the trailer, and we are cleaning something, probably the guest bathroom. I need to go to the bathroom, so I sneak into BM's bedroom to use her bathroom, hoping she'll never know, and won't mind if she finds out. I am taking a pee, but my aim isn't perfect, and a few drops splash on the floor. I cover it up with a bit of paper.

Unfortunately it seems BM needs to use the bathroom, too, so is at the door asking what I am doing there and telling me to hurry up. So I get out of the way, and we are standing in her bedroom talking. I glance out the window, and we are suddenly on something like the 7th floor of a hotel, and there are planes falling out of the sky, which is terrifying. But worse, as we watch, one is very close and heading directly at the window.

We run, bolting out of the room and into the hallway, all the while I am making like Marvin the Martian, and wondering where is the earth-shattering kaboom. Somehow by this point we are running down a hall on the third floor, when I hear the crash, and see the plane plowing through a wall maybe a hundred yards away, and crashing through the hotel. It swung around and came through at a different angle and a lower altitude, and it is moving rather slowly, so I fear it is packed with enemy soldiers who will try to seize the hotel.

I don't know what is going to happen, or how bad things are going to be later, so I am considering running back to the hotel room to get my prescriptions, but I decide it would be too dangerous, and to just get out until I can find out whether they just crash the planes, or storm the hotel from the wreckage. BM has already disappeared, and I look at the two story escalator going down to the lobby. Somehow I enter the wrong one, and am running down the steps as others are being elevated. Silly me.

When I reach the lobby and burst outside, there is no sign of BM, and instead I am meeting Dale. We're discussing what is going on, while he sits in his rental car, on the wrong side of the car. He says it is because he hasn't eaten yet, and when he is hungry, he makes mistakes. I am thinking there is also the possibility that he is confused because we are in Denmark. Anyway, we get in his car, and we are driving to somewhere to eat, while listening to radio reports about traitors helping the invaders from the wreckage of the plane and being killed for it. Yup ... it's an invasion.

He says he always goes to Applebee's to watch the big game, and I'm thinking 'wasn't the big game yesterday?' [My mind was only one day behind.] Anyway, we are suddenly in the restaurant at the counter and paying for our meal, and they are giving him his change all in coins, while helping us pack up our leftover food, and the rest of our stuff. They have a small bag of my stuff that I don't know where it came from, and my dream journal, which somehow has a large corner banged up and worn, like it's been used for years.

Somehow they are giving Dale a haircut, and he is wearing an odd, pointed balloon hat while they do, which is kind of strange. Oddly, instead of him tipping them, they tip him, and it is a rather large tip. He comments on how they tipped him enough for him to buy us all a round of drinks, including Carsten, who is now with us. [Dale doesn't drink.]

Another fun effort at Task of the Year. I just need to wind up in the right stadium next time. Again, with the gladius-waving DEILD tech that Xanous and I worked out. What a breakthrough that's been!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #61: It Has to Be the Colosseum!

I'm standing in front of a hotel, holding my 3-year-old son E. A van pulls up nearby and a gang of suspicious-looking men pours out. It looks to me like they're planning a robbery and I wonder what to do.

E points at the men and bleats, "Want to know what they are doing!" The men turn toward us, eyes narrowed. I feel like they're thinking, "Witnesses." I'm scared. I feel like they'll see us as loose ends to tie off, and I hustle back into the hotel lobby with E in my arms.

As I'm casting about for some place to hide, I realize that it's all a dream. I head toward a huge window at the back of the lobby, planning to phase out of the lobby and get into the air for a task. Everything has started to feel unstable and low-fidelity. The sunlight pouring in through the lobby window has started to look like one big blur. E no longer feels heavy and squirmy like a toddler. It feels more like I'm holding a backpack.

I relax and prepare myself for DEILD, and the dream soon goes black. Like I've done so often recently, I imagine that I'm holding a gladius in my right hand and start madly swinging it around. It takes a few tries to convince myself, but the feeling soon takes hold.

In a few more seconds, I hear a roaring crowd of spectators all around me. I know that I'm already out in the middle of the arena. Some people in the crowd seem to be counting -- don't know what to make of that.

All at once, the whole scene falls into place visually. I'm in a completely cel-shaded, cartoony world, and standing in the middle of an enormous football stadium, right on the 50-yard line. An Asian lady in a business suit walks hurriedly toward me saying, "Great, you're here. Let's get going."

My new handler looks in every way like a cartoon character, as does the crowd, the field, the stadium, and everyone in it. Some sort of production crew is wandering around on the field setting up camera and lighting equipment. This is so close to being what I need, but for Task of the Year, I need to be in the Colosseum.

I plead with her that, "It has to be the Colosseum!" but she doesn't seem to hear me. I repeat myself, "I know you're trying, but this isn't quite right. It has to be the Colosseum! Nothing else will work!"

Nobody hears me, though. Everyone seems to be too busy getting this cel-shaded sporting event ready and can't pay me any mind. I'm thinking about how I can change things in my favor, but I'm not far into this when I wake up.

Dream 2

A much more vague dream, something about watching a documentary about the military (Artillery corps?) with my sister. And me telling her and wanting to show her a funny video someone made about George W. Bush. What the hell?

Anyway, I had a false awakening in which I wrote in the laptop about my dream. Might've even had a second one, after I realized the first one was a dream, and "waking" up again to write the dream yet again, before truly waking up, and truly writing it down.

I wasn't smart enough to use the FAs to my advantage at this point yet.

Dream 3

Something about cars, I wanted to buy a car, and there was a special "car day" or something in which various companies competed and tried to sell most cars, and smeared each other on ads similar to how politicians do it before elections. This strange competition was even in the news. I vaguely recall going around and visiting places when they sold cars and had conventions on cars, headquarters of car companies etc.

I then remember riding with a friend of mine from university, he was driving and he was giving me some very strange driving tips, mostly about how to bob and weave quickly through traffic, and I think he used his feet to turn the car more quickly? We were riding in a Mazda, which in real life he had, but no longer have for a long time now.

At some point he wasn't even at the steering wheel anymore, he was sitting in the passenger seat, I was sitting in the middle somehow, and there was a pile of old clothes on the driver's seat, as if nobody sat on it for a while and people just dropped there their coats when they got into the car... He was still somehow "driving" the car.

It's amusing, since we often talk about technology eventually allowing self-driving cars (like that Google prototype) when he drives me to university.

Then the dream changed tone a bit, another friend of mine whom I rarely see was in it. He had sort of an argument with another guy, who was somehow sending him messages through his dreams... something like that. I barely remember it, and I wrote only one line on this part of the dream in the notepad.

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I might have had another false awakening, yet again writing on the laptop, either here or at the end of the next dream.
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Dream 4

Me, my mother and possibly the rest of the family were in a hotel. My cat was there too, even though we never allow him outside the house. Me and my mother were conspiring somehow against the rest of the family?

Anyway, I remember the cat jumping out of the window. It was a very long way down. First he hung onto the rail of the balcony right below me, but then the idiot jumped down again, going all the way.

After he landed he was lying on his side mewling and moving his legs. I was in a state of near panic, I love my cat. Throughtout the ordeal my mother was strangely unconcerned even though I shouted her to help me, and was preparing to run downstairs to help the poor animal.

Anyway, he not only got up again after a few seconds, he actually climbed up all the way to the window somehow!

Boat
I'm in a boat with my father. We are going up a narrow, rocky river to Seattle. We get nervous as the reckless captain barely steers around obstacles. Then a killer whale is following us. It's hard to tell if it's stalking us or just wants to play because it looks like it's smiling. The killer whale says something ominous. I forget exactly but it was something like "I wonder what they taste like?" I say, "I hope that's just something the trainer taught him to say." As if a killer whale could be taught to speak like a parrot without understanding the words it says.

Hotel Shower
I'm in a hotel room with my mother and sister. I'm examining the shower head. I want to replace it with a larger one that also has a flexible hose that can be detached. The shower is just a tub though and the faucet isn't high enough. I think I could install some pipe to extend it higher.
I leave the shower. My mother is ready to leave. Her hotel is 6 blocks away. I suppose we are in San Francisco. I ask her to wait 5 minutes so I can walk with her. My sister judges my clothes.

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We landed on the roof, all three of us, my buddy, lets call him Freddy, had a bit of a shaky landing but he still managed a smile, I'm sure he was fine. The girl or rather woman, she was quite a woman actually, let's call her Sam landed as gracefully as you would expect, much like a great cat, mine wasn't as delicate but at least it was significantly better than Freddy's.

Still thrilled from the flying a la superman my veins throbbed slightly as we went through the glass doors and into the hallway leading away from the wast roof filled with sand. A doorman greeted us and led the way, following obediently I ran a hand through my quite long, curly hair to put it in order after the flight, it felt a bit moist with sweat. Sam shoot one of her beaming smiles at me when I glanced her way. Freddy looked like a kid in a candy store, I hoped I managed to keep my cool a bit better than him but I'd be damned if I didn't look slightly bashed when the doorman finally unlocked the door to our final destination.

It was a huge room with massive concrete walls. I wasn't sure whether the gigantic glass windows was actual windows or simply glass with blinding lights behind them for it was just so bright. Before us the floor opened up in two large areas. Platforms was raised from below to melt with the floor which had one car on each of them; two fancy sports car in an intense black colour lacking shine and lacklustre with toned windows, surley expensive as hell.

Leaning on one of the cars was a man in a suit that didn't look too expensive but probably was. He nodded towards Sam and gestured towards the car with a questioning look at me and Freddy. Sam went towards the other car's driver seat, standing closest to her I decided to follow and took a seat next to her. Freddy seemed nervous but too amazed to care when he followed the other man. It was a short drive from where ever we where to the fancy hotel we stopped at.

Passing the reception without being stopped a servant, assistant or what ever she was took the lead. We went passed several rooms with more glass walls, watching how people got massage, where working out, swimming, being rolled in seaweeds and all that sort of useless stuff until we finally where closing in on the elevators.

Freddy made delighted remarks about all he saw but he didn't seem to care that I ignored him for he was speaking more to himself than anyone else. However useless I found this spa stuff I still looked forward to a good massage, hadn't had one in a really long time.

Outside the elevator a tanned man wrapped in a white towel sat on a bench, I think he was texting or something, he looked up at us as we passed, his pale blue eyes lively compared to the rest of his stern face. The elevator made some mechanical noise and than signalled that it had arrived and opened its doors. I followed Sam in being the last of us I was closest to the doors. As they started closing I took a last look at the man. His hair was curlier than mine but not much, a bit shorter and more towards blonde than mine. He was fit for his age and looked like someone you didn't want to mess with. The doors closed just as his eyes met mine and we finally climbed floor by floor until we reached one of the highest.

Sam had obviously lived at the apartment we arrived at for a while; there was clothes scatter over a couch and the two queen size beds, which I noticed was both unmade. I was surprised the staff hadn't been doing some cleaning up but didn't bother to ask about it. “What are you waiting for, put that on” Sam said with her usual, perfect smile, her brown, smooth looking hair a curtain falling to the side as she plucked something up from one of the beds. She had been referring to the pile of cloth which suddenly rested limply in my one arm hold. “I won't look. Promise.” She added as I had forgotten to answer her.

“Right” I took a last moment to admire her looks before I went towards the bathroom. “I won't bother to call you beautiful, I’m sure you hear it all the time” She scoffed before she disappeared into another room shaking her had at me. Freddy started to unzip his trousers as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

This had clearly been a woman’s bathroom for more than a few weeks; it was stuffed with beauty products, hairbrushes, tampons and laundry obviously sewn for a female shape. I raised the toilet seat and pulled my member out, (here I think I became lucid, freaking out over how my genitals was male and began to morph into idk know what before I forgot I was dreaming and got back into character and came to a conclusion) it wasn't the largest but hey it filled it's purposes just fine. As the usual purling of the water began (I guess it felt really nice to hear the familiar sound because of my breakdown a few seconds earlier even if I couldn't remember it) I watched what was right before me, the heating coil which was draped with bras, colourful bras most of them having some kind of lace, she had good taste I decided before I flushed.

Instead of zipping my trousers again I pulled them and my briefs off, grabbing the lower edge of my black t-shirt and slipped it off too. I inspected the clothes I had been given laying discarded in a heap just inside the door. “What the hell?” I muttered as I straightened my back with one cloth in each of my hands. I was just fine with the white bathrobe but the trunks just had to be a joke, bright red speedos, “Come on!”.

With the bathrobe held in front of my crotch I opened the door and questioningly held the red piece of clothing, or rather lack of it, outside the door. “I'm not wearing these.” Freddy jumped as I spoke, he had been standing in front of a full body mirror flexing his jelly arms and belly sporting a green pair of speedos. I was grinning mockingly at him as Sam entered the room. The grin washed of my face. The silver grey bikini revealed her bronze skin, her thighs, her vaguely defined abs. She was unbelievably hot and the grin that started to grow on my face this time was light ages away from the one Freddy had drawn from me.

“Would you rather go without?” She raised a brow at me and walked across the room towards the exit door, her long legs pulling my gaze with them as gravity itself, draping the bathrobe over her perfect body while doing so.

“Right” I said and looked at the speedos as if I was surprised they hung over my finger. Sam smiled a smile I hadn't seen before but couldn’t really place then she was out the door. As it clicked in place it was as if someone had pulled the hazy fog out of my head and I grew aware of Freddy's smirking face. “What? She's hot all right” I pulled my head into the bathroom again.

“Sure but she's not Aphrodite herself” Freddy countered from the other side of the door. I ignored him and put the speedos on feeling slightly disgusted. What is it with girls and mirrors, it was a full body in here as well, I saw myself looking ready to dive into any bay watch episode on command.

“You don't got a say. You noticed how skittery Sam's friend or who ever the hell he was, made you? Looked like a freaking school girl” I watched myself in the mirror, I wouldn't say I was hot but I was happy enough with my appearance, Sam was way out of my league though.

“Men in suits with sexy cars, come on who can resist that?”

“Not you that’s for sure.” I put the bathrobe on and headed for the door, trying to forget what I was wearing underneath it. “You coming?”


Outside a servant was waiting who took us towards the spa area, he answered all of Freddy's stupid questions not only politely but as if he was genuinely interested. I sighed and let my mind drift, the people in here must be loaded, I wonder what kind of people they were, what this place actually were. A hotel for people like Sam? I wasn’t sure what Sam was, a spy? Some kind of agent? A superhero? A villain? I had no idea, just knew that she had plenty of resources and darn powerful connections.

Sam was waiting for us at a juice bar where everyone had the same kind of bathrobes, speedos or bikinis or simply a towel wrapped around them. “There you are!” She said and joined our party which continued pass the juice bar and a pool area. “I'm sure you have questions, there'll be time for answers but for now its best if we just try to relax. Tomorrow'll be a long day”

We arrived at the massage tables in a private area. Sam was first to slid of her robe and easily lay down on the table, Freddy wasn't much slower, despise his extra kilos he seemed much less disturbed by the small amount of clothing we had on than I was. Reluctant to take my robe of I kept it on as I laid down on the table. Sam giggled at me as she untied and pulled her top off. I didn't have long time to admire the curve of her back and her firm round little butt before three massage therapists appeared before us.

They introduced themselves and one of them presented the whole massage concept. I recognised one of them, he was tall and tanned, with golden hair put up in a knot behind his head, it was the man from outside the elevator.

I finally positioned myself as Sam and Freddy had long ago with my head down the hole of the massage table. The elevator man, as I named him, stepped up to my table. I could see his feet where I rested my head in that hole whatever it's called, he was barefoot unlike most of the other staff members. “Sir, you know you have to take that off.” He said almost like a command rather than an inquiry.

“What if I refuse?”

“Behave” Sam warned me.

“Fine” I muttered and I rolled my eyes starting to shrug the bathrobe off, as it descended my shoulders the elevator man grabbed the edges of it and pulled it away. For a few seconds I felt awfully naked before a warm towel was thrown over my body and corrected to cover my legs and reveal my back. I watched the man’s feet as he walked passed my head to position himself to my right, between Sam and me. I tried to relax but for some reason I felt slightly uncomfortable.

After some ministrations the man's large, warm hands where on my back, kneading and applying pressure in large movements.

And here I woke up..


I do switch gender and personalities often in my dreams but it gets most awkward when you're naked.

Anyway this dream felt very real when I dreamed it and is a good example of how linear my dreams are. There are seldom sudden transitions and sometimes it feels like someone have written a plot for them.

I should probably cut out details, my dreams are too long to write down

Camp:
I don't exactly remember this dream all that well all I know is that I was going camping with my scout troop and we had to fill out a small packet. There were also other campers there.

Flying:

(First day of the new year and a lucid dream! THings are looking up for me!)

I was driving my Dad's car (I'm 14 in real life) and I knew that I shouldn't be, but I was just trying to get back to my house. When my dad caught me at a hotel, he said that he was very disappointed in me. When I was standing outside of the hotel with him, everything just felt weird and so I did my hand reality check and sure enough, my hand had four fingers. However, instead of doing my real task which is to transform myself, I decided to fly. Alas, at least for now, my flying would not work, I could only jump slightly higher than usual.
It's funny actually because the hotel's printed slogan on the side of the building was "Providing rest for DC's"
Anyways we went in and my flying attempts still failed. I then thought "Hey, lets just ask for one" Sadly this didn't work for now. Me and my dad walked down through and airport were we met up with my mom. My grandma was also there and when she asked if I was happy to see her I said "Not right now, I'm lucid dreaming!" Walking inside of Walmart now, we also met up with my 8 year old sister, who when I asked for a jetpack, she made one out of thin air and gave it to me. If only I was that good. I used it to fly around and kill the piggies from Angry Birds that were now flying around as well. When I had finished this, I flew down opened a bucket, and a giant veggie monster made out of grapes and the like coming out of it hypnotized snake style. After a little bit of him coming out I shut the lid back on him. Then I woke up.

I experienced some challenges in this LD and, sad to say, I didn't exactly pass with flying colors. I need to be confident with producing a light source and finding my way out when I'm lost in some building. I wish I'd remembered darknightedlady's observation that "Exit" signs seem to work well for me in navigation. They're a reliable tool for me and I need to keep them in mind.

Not my best work, but I very much enjoyed the exploratory romp anyway!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #37: Hotel California

I'm business partners with my good friend "Leroy", and we ride a bus to a conference at some sunny resort. We pass by a nice pool complex on our way in, and many DCs are soaking up the sun poolside. I recognize MS, a friend from high school, but she disappears into the crowd as we draw closer.



Leroy and I walk through the hotel entrance and move toward the elevator. There are smashed eggs all over the floor in front of the elevator door, and I say, "[Leroy], I'm tired of walking on eggshells around you." Two things dawn on me: a) That joke was terrible and b) This is all a dream.

Leroy has disappeared, but momentum still has me reaching for the elevator button. I stop when I see that the elevator only goes down. I remember that I'm trying to either witness the Trinity test or relive the Apollo 11 mission. Neither of those are likely to be in the basement, so I start looking for a way out.

I turn toward the hotel entrance and see that it has been replaced by a solid, slightly reflective metal plate. I try to phase through it the way I do with glass, but it feels totally solid. Unwelcome anxiety starts to creep in and I set off down a nearby hallway, hoping for an easy exit. A set of double doors at the end of the hallway takes me into a tunnel that's built of concrete blocks. I feel like I'm descending in spite of my best wishes. There's a door further down the hallway but it's one way and offers no handle.

I step through an open doorway into a dimly lit room. An unseen door closes gently behind me and now there's barely enough light to see. I hold my hands out, saying "Illuminate!" Nothing. "Illuuuuuuuuminate!" I squall, but nothing happens. Fear is growing in me, a helpless sense that there's no way out of this hotel. I try to shake that off, instead imagining that there's light coming from an unseen side tunnel... yes, I see it now.



I start crawling through this new tunnel on hands and knees, but it becomes a tighter and tighter squeeze as I move forward. There's light ahead of me, though, and I shimmy desperately forward. Anxiety begins to slip out of my control and I'm soon awake.

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house, sitting in my room. It was evening, and I had this awesome idea to book a hotel for the night, since I didn't have work in the morning and it was the weekend. I thought it would be something fun to do for a night or so. I thought I could bring some drinks and maybe a game system or two, and I'd be set. I was thinking I'd probably go to Nashville.

But I didn't want to go alone! So I called up my good friend Christina Yang from Grey's Anatomy, and asked her to go with me. I told her we could just get a room with a single queen bed to save on price if she "didn't mind that sort of thing". She didn't mind.

We were then in our hotel room in Nashville. It was now dark. The room was pretty nice and spacious. The lighting was dim. The bed was to the left, and the TV to the right, with big windows at the end, covered with translucent off-white curtains. The carpet was a dark red, I believe.

I was really excited for this. It would be fun to treat myself to a weekend out in a hotel. I couldn't wait! I then "remembered" doing something similar with Jake once, where we stayed in a hotel room, and I went to sleep while he stayed up and played games.

Then, I was with Christina Yang, Dr. Shepard (also from Grey's), and another woman. We were by the bed in our hotel room. Dr. Shepard and the woman were then lying side by side on the bed; it was an invitation for Yang and I to join. I got on top of Dr. Shepard, and I told them Yang would take the girl. We had been drinking, and apparently Yang hadn't really drank before. She stumbled into a hallway in the room and threw up on the floor. She then came over to the bed, and I was looking down at Dr. Shepard as I took a swig of drink from a bottle when...

it was then the next morning. I couldn't remember a damn thing about the night before! I must have blacked out. I asked about it, though I'm not sure who I asked, and was told it was a crazy awesome night! I asked if I drank a lot and I was told yes, though I honestly only remembered drinking a little. I was not nearly as gone as Yang, and yet, I couldn't remember anything! I had a feeling it had turned into a foursome/orgy type of thing. Sigh. And I didn't remember. That would have made for some interesting memories.

I then asked Yang what it was costing us to stay at this hotel per night, and she said it was $200 something. Shit! I barely have the money for that. Definitely not the money to stay two nights. I suggested to Yang that we stay in a cheaper hotel that night, one under $100/night. She suggested a hotel in Mt. Juliet instead of Nashville. I was fine with something like that, but we needed to check out ASAP. Yang then disappeared off somewhere, and I was left to pack everything up. I looked over by the big windows, and there was a small dresser there with a Wii, a small tin, and a Playstation 2 neatly lined up on top of it. The Wii and the tin were mine, but the PS2 was Yang's. I then walked by an ironing board, and hanging off the edge was a navy blue cable knit jacket. I then remembered that that had been the jacket Yang had on when she threw up on the floor, so it probably had vomit on it. I left that alone.

I then was trying to find the hotel exit. I rode in the elevator a couple of times, which moved very fast up and down. I talked to a man in the elevator the second time. I commented on how fast the elevator was.

I then was down in some basement area, and an older lady there, I think the hotel owner or some employee there, said the only way out was through this basement maze. She opened a door to it to show me. She said that I'd throw up in there quite a few times because of something with the amount of oxygen down there. I looked through the door and saw some people walking through, one a man. He leaned down to vomit. Ugh, gross. This can't be the only way out, right? I backed away from the door. I needed to find Yang; evening was coming again, and I didn't want to get charged for another day in this hotel.

I found Yang at some point at told her about the PS2 still being in the room. I then started to worry about the Wii and the other valuables that were still sitting in the room. I thought that since we had been away from the room for so long, someone may try to steal all of that stuff; it was sitting out in the open, after all.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At some sort of wild party. There's a naked guy completely drunk who is too close for comfort. My hand gets wet when accidentally comes in touch with his penis. I feel disgusted. But my friend Zilla is clearly turned on by him. He is cute, but too hairy for my taste.
People wander through different rooms, music, spontaneous talks, a large terrace opened to the sea, people sitting on the grass.
At night an incredible pyrotechnic show, supposedly an homage to Tim Burton, with some of his characters projected in the sky. I wonder if he's in town or what.
Looking up to the sky I see the beginning of a nasty storm.
I get stuck on this place, which is a small island in Venice. The storm gets very bad very quickly and all boat services are halted. I am told I have to stay there at least for 3 days, but the only hotel available charges really high prices and I find it unacceptable. Luckily I find someone willing to share a room with me, but guess what, it's the naked guy, who is now sober and ridiculously more shy, so it took me some effort to convince him to share the room.

[Tuesday, October 30th, 2012]

I was disguised into a group of thugs and baddies or just unfamiliar druggies. We sat in their red van as they talked
about a type of drug they smoked and grew. It was a red root or weed kind of plant that would grow anywhere. We
sat and talked for awhile, and then I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I got out of the car walked down the
plaza street until I arrived at a bathroom.

WHOA. I remember a dream before this. I came to this same bathroom, when I told my Mom I needed to use it
before. I walked into the bathroom and flushed the toilet water it since it was yellow already. I sat down on it,
went pee, but couldn't go number 2. So I flushed the toilet and left. The room was a comfortable, out-of-sight
bathroom with Hawaiian tropical theme. I walked back outside, the whole ISLAND plaza was island themed.
There was a bay of water to the left, close to where the drug van was parked, and the sunset reflected a beautiful
orange and maroon just perfectly off the water.

I walked back up to the van, and got in and began to excuse myself. They told me to look at the plant one more
time before I left. It was growing underneath the passengers seat. I leaned down and put my face close, and... sure
enough, a red sprout was sitting in the middle, right underneath her seat. I instantly began to thieve.

I saw a stem that looked weak and dry, like it would crack off. I distracted the two people in the front seat.
"So this is it?" I bent the stem back and forth, in hopes that I could snap it off. "You guys just started growing this,
didn't you?"

They answered that I was right. I picked a piece off and grasped it tightly in my palm.
"Alright guys, I really am sorry. I'm not feeling so hot, I'm gonna head out now." I really did have to go to the
bathroom again still.

I opened the door and said my politries, then shut it behind me.
"Phew, I did it." I thought silently as I snuck off into the everdarkening evening.

I passed into an enclosed grassy area- it kind of reminds me of a flag pole area at the entrance to a school or hotel,
but with highwalls to surround it. The path of brick or stone cut right through the grass to the other side. I
continued casually, but slowed down when I saw a perfectly good SD card. Then another. And another. I stopped.
"Whoa." I looped around, still trying to remain casual looking. I picked up an SD card, and all of the ones I found.
Then I noticed there was more than just memory sticks. There's DS games, Gameboy games, Nintendo 64 games!

All kinds of cartridges! Scattered across the grassy yard. I got excited and began to pick them up into a stack.
"HEY!" A large tomboyish female called me out. She must have had blonde hair and a cap to cover it- because I
get that impression. "What are you doing?"

In a second, I told the truth, which is unusual for a circumstance like this.
"I found a bunch of video game cartridges on the ground! I mainly just want the Gameboy ones, but you can take
some if you find something you like too." It felt nice to share. I DIDN'T need all of these, anyways.
She stared at me with an annoyed inquisitive gaze... then it lightened.

"Okay!" She was suddenly friendly and full of love.
We bent down and worked together, sorting through all of them, stacking them in piles.
I would check hers to see if she found anything I liked, and likewise.
I liked her. (It's too bad I didn't ask for a name.)

<My dream faded as I woke up.>
<I rolled over and went back to sleep.>

I'm now inside the Hotel that was to my immediate right in the previous dream, after walking into that grassy
entrance. I'm not sure how, but I was a fighter. A bunch happened that I don't remember. But I do remember the
current circumstances I was thrown into. I had a Master who was helping me to stop the summoning of an evil
God. We could see him, but he was powerless to harm us yet. He wore what looked like a red samurai mask. An
evil idiot villian and his short alien-looking psychic sidekick were summoning him. My Master was keeping him at
bay.

I had a staff in my hand and I got impatient. I charged my staff and pointed the end at the evil God and a blue
light sparked out and glowed. It pushed the evil God away but then he smiled at me. My Master intervened and
told me to be patient. I knew it was a powerful attack, but why didn't it banish him? He was REALLY powerful.

Just then, the evil idiot villain emerged from the bathroom and told his sidekick,
"Don't worry. When we win, I'll give you levatation powers."
"That fucking idiot." I let out. The evil villain turned his head so fast and was in my face. He shouted and screamed
and spit and seemed like he was going insane. His face went dark red and he looked like he was in pain almost.

The evil God grinned, as if he had a chance to strike, THROUGH him.
"CALM DOWN." I grabbed his head in my hands. "Look at me! Caaaalm dooowwn."
"It's oookaaaayy. It's okay." His face resembled my best friend Nathan. I hugged him.

<My dream faded and I woke up.>
(I'll also add that I had to go to the bathroom REALLY bad when I woke up. xD Explains why I had to keep using it in my dreams.)

October 17, 2012 (NAP TIME!)

Some pre-knowledge: I got very little sleep last night (about 4 hours.) After I had class, I came back to my apartment and took a nap. I left the lights on, fan going, etc. It was noisy. I took a short 20-30 minute nap then woke back up. Then, I tried the WILD technique (For the first time in about a year.) This time though, I was more focused on visualizing than my body. I went straight into the dream instead of rolling out of bed.

THE DREAM:

It started in my house. I tend to stay lucid, but let my mind wander, and don’t take too much control. My dad kept trying to figure out which TV went best in each room. They were huge. This part was very short.

We went on a family trip to some group of islands. We drove on this bridge that kept tipping back and forth. We got out of the car and tried to navigate it ourselves. It was hard to walk on. I wanted to try to move up the bridge, but I was too afraid I would fall. Keep in mind this bridge was a couple hundred yards above water. We couldn’t move along the bridge because it was so wobbly. There were a ton of people on the bridge. So many you couldn’t move.

What happened next was very weird. I saw a stage above us and got much immersed in it. Someone was on trapeze. They fell into the net below, but the net didn’t stay in place. This net thing fell in a hole on the bridge. I guess there was a huge gap in the bridge from it breaking when I got distracted by the stage. There was someone in the center of the net, in the center of the hole. The net fell through and we went down the bridge by ropes. I ran along the water. My friend Connor threw me a rope and pulled me to shore. I looked back at the huge bridge. It was collapsing as people climbed off of it. I walked around the city to explore. I met this blonde girl. We got to know each other really well. I followed along with her. My parents and sister went off and did their own thing.

I followed her back to her house. It was a small room: One door, A few windows, Kitchen, and a kitchen table in the middle. I was standing up. She sat down. We talked. While we were talking, her eyes widened for some reason. She said “Oh! ______ is coming over! He might ask me on a date!” I don’t remember his name, but I let it go by.

After some conversation, I heard a knock on the door. A guy came in. He was pretty built, douchebag haircut, blonde. I shook his hand. “Where you from?” “I’m from the USA.” I guess this was a foreign country. But it looked very Nordic based upon the buildings. A couple other guys showed up. Some of them knew pretty good English, a few didn’t. We all stood around the table. The girl was sitting down. Her eyes were still wide with excitement.

We talked about how some of the guys’ friends went to American colleges and how you need an American college education to succeed. I noticed one of those flatbeds outside that can hold like 14 cars drive by. Then I saw a ton of American brand stores and stuff outside the window that I didn’t notice before.

After some not really understood conversation, the main blonde guy asked the girl on a date. She was overjoyed! That is when I lost it. He was now my enemy. I yelled in my deepest loudest voice “NO! THIS IS MY DREAM!” I lit up with flames and threw the guy into the wall. The wall broke and he went through. I then turned my arm into a very long sword and slashed the other guys in half all around me. The girl didn’t really react. We started talking again and it started getting frisky. We had sex on the table.

Afterwards, I was worried about where my family was. I reached in my pocket for my phone, but it turned out to be a gps-type thing. The map was of the islands that we were on. I remembered my dad had a boat, and for some reason, it was a giant pirate ship. There was an avatar of a pirate ship, towing a car behind it across the screen. I told the ship to come to where I was. It drove through all the islands insanely fast, went through land, and stopped in front of the house. I told my family that I was in this house, and they went off.

It’s very vague as to where it went from there, but the next thing I remember was that we were in another house, this time much bigger. There were a ton of beds, and the lighting was kind of creepy. A few of my friends were there along with the same girl from before. It looked a lot like a GIANT hotel room. As I said, this is where it got hard to remember. There were monsters in all the beds and they were sitting on the couches, standing around, talking, some of them doing other business. They were ugly. They looked like zombies.

I grew the flames for a second time, and started hacking away at these creatures. I killed a majority of them, they disappeared when they died. There were a few very fat ones sitting on the couches that just wouldn’t take a blow. I walked passed. My friends and the girl followed. One of the monsters sitting down had a face that looked like a suction cup. The girl pulled the suction cup off of its face. It was a hole. There was nothing behind it. It was emptiness. One of my friends said to put it back.

We walked through a door into the next room. Once everyone was through the door, I turned around and reached into my pocket. I pulled out a frag grenade, tossed it under the couch where the fat ones were sitting, and it went off. When the smoke cleared, everything was the same, but the creatures disappeared. I turned and went back through the door which my friends went through. It was a room exactly the same as the one before, maroon beds, a couch, and a kitchen. My friends were gone. I shut the door behind me and the girl. It was empty.

These two creatures came in some other door that I hadn’t noticed. They were NOT LIKE the zombies from before. They had very weird arms and legs. They had the head of what looked like the Arbiter from Halo (Four pronged mouth with sharp teeth.) They had no hands, and were black and grey. Their arms looked like giant, strong, muscular tentacles (See picture/attachment.) They didn’t attack me. At this point I was still on fire. One of them, whom I think was the more dominant leader, pointed at me and said “I hope you had your fun tonight!” in a very creepy mischievous way. They both walked back out the door. I pulled a curtain back to look out the window.

I noticed it was night time now, and we were on a hill. In the driveway, there was one of those car carrier things from before. I got a glimpse of the two creatures as they got into the flatbed and started it up. On the flatbed was my 1999 red Ford Explorer. Some of the windows were gone, the paint was messed up, a tire was missing, and there were dummies sitting in the driver, passenger, and back right seat. They were sitting straight up, and buckled in. The flatbed drove away.
I said to myself “I’m tired of all this crap.” And I woke up.


Analysis:
Based upon passed Lucid experiences and this one, the whole mood-swingy control happens often. I am very passive in the beginning (as I like to observe dreams,) and then when something bothered me, I took full control. You may have noticed underlining. I underline important events, places, and objects in my journaling.

It is very hard to interpret the bridge scene in the beginning. The only thing that really speaks to me is my friend Connor. I've only hungout with him twice, and he isn't very social.
-I think it might be a sign I need to be more friendly to the people who need it the most.

The night I got four hours of sleep, I went over to this girl's house. We've been friends with benefits for awhile. Her roommate was trying on outfits to go on a date. Her roommate said "We're going on a date." I assumed that included both of them, as if it was a double date. I got kind of aggravated. Then we got into an argument about how she doesn't really want to have sex anymore.
-I believe this EXACTLY reflects what happened in my dream. This might also be why he had no name in my dream. I met the girl, got mad about some guy asking her on a date, killed them all, and then had sex with her.

The hotel room part is confusing. A few nights ago I watched a horror movie, called VHS, where a few guys brought girls back to their hotel rooms to have sex with them and film it. One of the girls, from the start, looked VERY creepy. They stripped her down, and she had messed up feet. She turned into a demon, and killed them all, spilling guts everywhere. Later in the movie, there was another scene in a hotel room, where a woman murdered her husband in his sleep.
-I think my viewing of the movie may have influenced that scene.

Recently, I visited my friend at another college. I left my car at his dorm for about four days as we visited another university to see what the party scene is like. The whole weekend I was bothered about my car getting towed.
-This may be a link to the flatbed truck in my dream and the quote "You had your fun."

Overall, this one of the weirdest dreams I've had. Most of my other Lucid experience is peaceful, as I'm very passive, and let things happen.



The image attached is a character from an anime called Casshern Sins. The character whom is mutated, seeks eternal life and beauty. But is tricked, and turns into that creature.

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[Tuesday, October 9th, 2012]
Alex was talking to her Aunt, who was pulled up in a car- her Aunt was PISSED because while we had stayed at a hotel- Alex had used all of the telephone's minutes to call someone, and it had costed her Aunt. About 47 minutes of time. I told her to follow me, and that I would pay for it, and I grabbed her by the hand and we headed back up the stairs to the strange hotel. On the way up, Alex explained to me that I couldn't or something like that, but I was stubborn. We walked inside, and once there, we headed to the second floor, walking past a man in violet, playing the piano in a flurry. We waltzed up the stairs out of the lobby and to the owner's office. The office was empty- and a few other people waited there as well. We joined them in waiting.

The man on the piano stood up, and looked around him as if he were being attacked by demons! He stared wide-eyed up at us, over the railing
seperating us from the first floor and began to lose his temperment! He shouted and cursed and banished us from existence. He banished us from
this hotel- for risk of losing something valuable of his. We all slowly exited down the stairs and out of the hotel. On the way out, I snatched a purple box off a table, that belonged to Nathan. Or maybe it WAS Nathan? I turned around and looked him dead in the eye-

"Well, let me at least take my FRIEND NATHAN..." I was meaning the box- as if I knew Nathan was inside.
He reared back in confusion and disgust.
"My best friend, the bartimus, (bartolameu) might suck the soul out of you~" I laughed with the last part sounding ghostly but sarcastically mocking.

The man squinted his eyes at me, but when I finished the last sentence, his eyes opened as if he had realized what I meant by it, and then he
clasped his hands as if he knew what I was talking about. He wasn't pleased exactly, but he appreciated my humor somehow.
I walked out the door and <my dream ended>.

(The man, now that I think about it, closely resembled the Warden from Super Jail.)