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Just a small fragment from last night. I hardly remember anything but there are a couple of images that come up. I didn’t really put any effort this time.

I’m a young samurai warrior, and not an especially good one, in a Kurosawa-like setting. There is some kind of trouble going on, but they are individual encounters, no wars or anything like that. There is an encounter with a pretty unskilled swordsman, probably a thief. And later someone tries to attack me in my sleep. My own sword is not close by, but I grab the attackers sword by the blade and manage to twist it so that it stabs him.

I was in the taito arcade in japan. I was on vacation there. The first machine I came across was a pop'n music machine, but it was broken. I was disappointed because I really wanted to try it. I walked around a little bit and played a round of beamania. My brother was there too. I looked across the room (I was on the second floor, which was like a balcony) and saw a huge crane game with plush kirby toys inside. There was a counter where you could redeem your tickets for prizes. There were a lot of cool prizes, too, like pop'n music merchandise.*

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was standing in some place like an art museum. I stood at the edge of two rooms, like I was in a third room or a hallway. The two rooms were separated from each other by a small divider. Both of the rooms were pretty wide and airy. But the walls seem to have been spattered with paint, mostly red, with highlights of yellow.

In the room on my right, hanging right next to the dividing wall, was a long, hanging-scroll type of artwork. I may have thought of it as a Japanese painting. But may have been more like an embroidery, with a lot of gold thread. It showed Buddha on the top of a mountain, meditating.

A little, Asian boy ran up to the artwork and began pushing at it. He was pushing at it so hard that the fabric was stretching, becoming gauze-like, semi-transparent. I was panicked that the boy was going to tear the artwork. But I didn't want to say anything to him.

I now noticed that the artwork hung by something like a paper towel roll, through which ran a little rod like a metal clothes hanger. As the boy was pushing, the paper towel roll kept coming more and more off the rod. I knew the artwork would crumple to the ground.

I still felt shy about talking to the boy. But I went and found an older Asian man, who I figured must have been the boy's father. The man was skinny, with coppery skin, a receding hairline, and a slim, square cut of dark, black hair.

The man seemed to have a little trouble understanding English. But once he understood what I was saying, he went after the boy. By this time the artwork had probably been pushed to the ground. There seemed to be smoke, more like the sweetish-smelling stage smoke, all over the place. I seemed to be standing behind waist-high stacks of boxes.

The man and I now stood in another room, which was like the frame of a burnt-out house. There was smoke or steam everywhere around us. But we may basically have been outside, on a kind of yellowy-pale day.

The woman was upset, possibly because the artwork had been ruined. She was telling me and the man that she would be fine.

I now saw from the woman's viewpoint. I told the man (and somebody else?) that I was going to go home and shoot myself in the heart.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with my old friend R. I sat on the floor. R sat either on the floor or on the couch. The room was kind of dim, and there was stuff, including blankets, cluttered all around us.

I had a huge cookie before me. It was maybe 75cm in diameter. It was white, and it may have had something in it, like walnuts or pecans.

R encouraged me to eat the cookie. He seemed to think I was being a bit too shy about it. So I took a piece off the edge of the cookie and ate it.

R now revealed that he had a huge, brown cookie with stuff in it like chocolate chips, but not quite. R had to unwrap his cookie from a clear cellophane wrapper. He began eating his cookie and bragging about how good it was. Something about this was supposed to make me feel bad, like he'd "tricked" me into eating my own cookie while he got to eat his cookie, which was better than mine.

I decided I'd test out R's cookie, so I grabbed a chunk of it and ate it. R looked at me like he wanted to kill me.

Dream #3

It was night. I was in the back of the car with a guy. I sat on the left side. The guy sat on the right.

The guy was kind of tall, heavy, with a rounding jaw and squarish head. He had a short, square haircut with red-brown hair. He wore a black leather jacket. When he spoke, the guy had an accent that sounded Russian to me.

The guy talked about the Federico Fellini movie La Strada. He mentioned a group of people who were in the movie, but more in a sense like the movie was a real-life environment, of which they were a part. They had come into this place as spies. They may have been from the FBI.

The guy said these FBI spies had had such a great time in La Strada. "If they were having such a good time there, why did they go back to America? Why didn't they stay?"

Something about what the guy said didn't make sense to me. It may have been that I'd thought that of course the guys would want to go home: they'd only been here to spy.

We drove past some building like an auto repair garage. The garage door was all clear plexiglass, and the lights were on in the garage. But a couple of guys were pasting a humongous map of the United States up against the garage door, to block the view inside.

Pretty poor recall last night. I'm gonna start waking up in the middle of the night briefly to gather my dreams, as I seem to get my best recall that way.

1) My Dad and his mate went on a week holiday to Japan. I was really jealous of my Dad as I knew I'd appreciate the Japanese culture more than he would. Me and 2 female friends who I cannot recall her chilling on the side of my bed closest to my door. We were talking about 'pussy', I believe XD But in a jokey, toilet-humour way - not flirtatious. I knew it would be fine as I didn't think my dad would be coming home until about 4am. It was probably about 12am, and it was pitch black in my room.

Possibly the next morning, I was talking to my Dad. He said that he came home early and had been hearing everything. Initially I as embarrassed, but it didn't really bother me eventually. I asked him how Japan was - he said it was pretty good, but wasn't talking about it much. I kept questioning him about landmarks such as Fuji - he saw mount Fuji, and was amazed at how wide and perfectly diagonal it is. I agreed.

2) Me and my friends were sat at a long, narrow, oval shaped dinner table. We were all sat around it having a fish based meal. I think the occasion was a friend's birthday, but I really can't remember much. It was dark in the dining room, but candles lit the dining area. I think I was drinking Budweiser with my meal. We eventually decided to leave the table and chill in a room to the left of me. I think it was like a conservatory, and we were going to have more drinks in there.

Vesterguard's Dream

29-08-11 Fragment. I think Puffin is flying around in circles above me. Someone is telling me that they need a person or a swallow to increase the chance of success. Might be Celia of Weeds.
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I am picking up a coffee table for a family friend (or family member).

It is not that big and it has to get loaded into a truck. I am loading the truck in my grandfather's drive way trying to make everything fit. The way I do this is by both using a side opening and the rear.

Think my grandfather is talking about a guy that both him and Steen are afraid of. Telling me that I am packing it all wrong.

I tell them to get off my back as I am trying to help, besides I am pretty confident I can make room for all of it.

I notice the coffee table we have just picked up has some severe scratches from transport.

They keep bitching about my packing skills and I tell them I will kick their arses if they don't lay off, which they don't. I run towards them, they flee inside the house and downstairs. The stairs are wider than normal and where the toilets are.

Besides this there is a thin yellow brick wall securing that no one falls down and the wall behind the stairs is covered in mirrors. They keep running from me so I pick up a big hammer from just outside the door and know one of the bricks out of the wall and throw it downstairs.

I break some table and make a mark in one of the mirrors and I think to myself that it might be tricky replacing that mirror in the position it is in. I feel sort of gleeful for this.
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I am lying in my bed in our new flat in Japan. I want to.. ehm.. please myself, but my mum is calling me that food is served. I know before my sister tells me that it has meat in it.

I do stop to think about sushi alternatives without fish (?) but sort of forget about it again.

“But mum, it has beef in it”. It doesn't matter my mum say, though it certainly matters to me.

She brings the pack of food up to my room and on it, it says: “Vegetarian, with Beef”. This of course I find utter ridiculous, but also wonder briefly if it is some sort of tofu solution.

My mum or my sister tells me that she is already late, and that she may in fact have missed the public transport.

skip

There is a guy in my room, or I am in his and he tells me that he has an electrician coming over because there is no juice in his lamp output.

I look up and it looks like the one in my ceiling, though this is neatly attached to the wooden ceiling.

I plug one of those screwdrivers in that will tell you if there is current, which I find there is. I tell him there is plenty of juice, but that he must have done something wrong.

I decided to experiment with alarm timers last night.
What I basically did was setup my pc so that it would produce a very loud beep at certain times during the night in order to wake me up.
I figured this way I wouldn't have to move (to turn off an alarm for example) and I could make numerous WILD / DEILD attempts during a single night.
This is obviously not a new idea, but I haven't tried anything like if before.
I set the alarms to start after approximately 5 hours of sleep, and then repeat in intervals of 20 minutes for 2 hours.



I wake up thinking the first alarm must have gone off, but I didn't really hear anything.
I'm a bit disorientated but try to remember any dreams.
I recall there being some dream with me driving my car, but no specifics.
Then the alarm goes off. It's quite a bit louder than I thought it would be.
Weird, I must have woken up before it actually went off for the first time.
I then attempt to WILD but fall asleep too quickly.


*BEEP*
That must have been the second alarm. Unfortunately I moved quite a bit, I think a DEILD is out of the question.
I try to recall any dreams but I can't remember anything whatsoever.
I close my eyes and attempt another WILD.
Surprisingly, I immediately get quite strong HH.
Not only do I get pretty vivid images and lighting flashes, but I also hear voices.
This is quite odd, it's never this intense...
Hold on a second...
I open my eyes and to the nose plug RC.
I'm dreaming! This is a FA... of course... how did I not think of that?
I float out of bed towards my pc to see if there's anything on the monitor, but it is turned off.


I wake up again, pretty sure of having heard the last half of the alarm sound.
I wonder if this is another FA and realize that this method will obviously cause quite a few FA's and I can't test for them properly if I'm not supposed to move.
But I moved yet again anyways, so I just plug my nose again. I'm pretty sure that I'm awake.
I attempt another WILD, this time focusing stronger on remaining conscious.
I feel more "clear in the head" than before and feel like I have a good chance of success.
I quickly get vivid blue plasma HI, followed by faint memories of images.
They go on for a short time and I am unsure of what I'm supposed to do, so I just wait it out, hoping to enter a lucid.
A first scene forms of be being on a couch with a few people I do not know.
I am right on the verge of entering a lucid dream, I know it, but the scene vanishes.
But is is quickly followed by another scene.
There's snow... a road... people walking the road towards... some kind of temple?
It looks Japanese... people are wearing kimonos.

It's now or never, I have to act.
I try to jerk my dream body forwards, into the scene...
Gravity! I fall for maybe half a meter and my feet hit the snowy road.
My whole body is buzzing, but these vibrations quickly turn into senses.
I can feel the cold wind on my skin and... ouch!
My feet are SO COLD. I'm standing barefoot in the snow.
It is so cold that it nearly hurts, but for some reason it feels really good.
I try to further stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands, but then I get a better idea.
I grab some snow from the road and rub it over my naked chest and it feels incredibly good.
The coldness even causes me to shiver.

Some DC's are giving me odd looks as they are walking past me towards the temple.
I decide to join them and investigate what's going on in the temple, it's not very far away.
This dream is really stable. I bet it has to do with the constant feeling of coldness, which is triggering many of my senses.
I wish coldness and snow would feel this awesome in waking life... I hate winter in waking life.
I reach the temple, which is more of a gate actually.
Behind it is a meeting of many Japanese people wearing traditional clothing.
There's water in the center, a bit like a swimming pool, but very natural.
Some women are dancing on this water, with particles of light floating out of the water.
It reminds me of a scene from FFX:




I wake up yet again.
I wonder if this is another FA.
Not wanting to move, I attempt to levitate my dream body upwards... which sort of works.
I have some trouble separating my dream body from my real body, but finally I'm floating in my room.
It's different from before, it's like I still feel the attachment to my real body.
I have to think of this dream: Out of body? - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
I try to avoid looking at my real body still in bed, remembering that it freaked me out last time.


I wake up again.
This time I managed not to move, I even still have my eyes closed.
I try not to think, but I end up thinking that I want to meet Yuya.

A new dream scene forms... it's Teraluna!
Amazing! I look around and notice that I'm sort of floating in the air.

"Hyu..."

It's Yuya!

"Hi!"

She points towards the ground.
I look down and realize that I am floating about 2 meters above the ground.
And obviously, at this specific moment, I stop floating.
I fall into a tiny river which is right next to Yuyas place.
I quickly emerge from the water and hold on to the terrace the river is flowing by.
Yuya is right in front of me and bursts out laughing.
I have to laugh myself, this is so typical of me.

I get out of the water.
The shock of falling into the river was actually a good thing, it "woke me up".
I talk with Yuya about numerous things, including the dream I just had where I rubbed snow onto my chest.

"I thought you didn't like snow."
"I certainly don't in waking life."
"You call it mud."
"It usually is, but the snow in the dream was so pure, it was so different."

We're sort of staring at the landscape during our conversation and I casually put my left arm around her waist.
Where does this confidence come from? Usually I'm quite shy around her for some reason.
After we discuss a few more things Yuya presses her back against my chest.

"Hold me!"
"Okay?"
"Hold on to me!"

I put both of my arms around her wondering what's going on.
Within a split second everything turns very dark and my body vibrates.
I can hear the very loud sound of the alarm going off.
I no longer feel, I can't hear anything besides the alarm and I can barely see.
I try to concentrate on the warmth of Yuyas body which is pressed against mine, since it's the only thing I'm still able to feel clearly.
As the alarm sound stops, my senses gradually come back and after a few seconds I can see and feel clearly again.

"Holy shit!"
"Did we just prevent myself from waking up?"
"We did indeed."
"This is amazing... You're amazing! ..."
"Ain't I?"

She says, sticking out her tongue. I have to laugh.

"Let's go!"

Yuya grows water wings and takes off.
I quickly summon my phoenix wings and go after her.
We leave Haven and fly through the tree crowns of Teraluna.
We're flying quite a bit slower than last time, enjoying the mysterious and beautiful landscape of Teraluna...


I wake up again and decide to take some notes.
I look at my mobile to check the time and realize that all 6 alarms have already passed.
I must have missed a few of them.
I go back to sleep and wake up again after a total of 9 hours of sleep.
But I still feel sort of tired. I did have 6 alarms going off during the night, I guess this makes sense.

Anyways, this was an interesting experience, and I'm probably going to try this again soon.
The feeling of preventing yourself from waking up was quite something!

My dream last night was interesting even though it was not lucid.

The first one that I can remember is that for some reason I was going to be taking a long vacation to Japan. I was caling up family shortly after arriving there, and I was living in not one of the popular areas like Tokyo or Akihabara, but are more relatively unknown city. I think I was living in an apartment or hotel in a fairly tall apartment building, and I walked onto the street to check out the neighborhood. I found this small arcade and felt comforted.

I talked with the store owner for a bit about how I'm traveling, and it's nice to have a place like this only a few blocks from where I'll be living. I asked him about the area, and if there were any cool spots to go since this wasn't one of the more known parts. I forget what he said but this is where this part of the dream basically ended.


Second part of the dream I was Captain America. Except I was living in a type of wooden military lookout in the middle of a muddy field surrounded by trees on 3 sides, and a highway on my left. I set it up I think as a way that people could come and contact me if they needed help, but instead of actual people in need of a hero, all I would get are people who dressed up as Cpt. America with guns trying to kill me. I would just take their guns and shoot them back (which thinking on it now is very un-hero like). I inherently knew that it was because they felt I didn't deserve the title of Cpt. America because I'm not a real hero, I was just a man who was stronger than normal who's acting like one.

One of the people visiting was this fat guy who looked like he was wearing a polo shirt that had his name on it, I believe he worked at a retail chain. I got a bad vibe so I punched him in the face and grabbed one of his wrists, but all he did was laugh as he absorbed the blows. He grabbed my chest and ran with his arms extended, pushing me through multiple walls. I forget what I did to defeat him, but after that he turned into a small paper sticker, and I remember saying to my gf "I don't mess around." as I ripped the sticker up, assumingly killing him.

Me and my roommates were having interviews to rent out an extra room we have. One of the interviewees was a petite brunet girl who was SUPER annoying and kept picking up my guitar without asking and trying to play it. One of my roommates was all for letting her live with us and I kept expressing my opinion and how I did not want her to live with us. I got really frustrated and decided to go for a walk, so stepping outside my door I am suddenly in Japan. I am at some sort of resort for tourists, complete with luxury pool and synchronized dancing Japanese girls for entertainment. They were dancing in a room surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. I was disgusted with the display because the tourists that were gawking at the girls were a bunch of "Bro" types you see in the US. They were crowding the pool and taunting the dancers thinking they were god's gift to man. While I was there I had actually run into one of the dancers and for some reason we kind of stuck together. Next thing I know one of the Bros pushed me in the pool and I had cut the top of my foot on something in the water. It was bleeding pretty bad but didn't hurt. I was really pissed off at the guys and decided to grab the throat of one of the boys and in a kind of "demon" voice shouted at him "What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" and I believe my eyes were glowing. The girl who was with me had helped me out of the pool. Because she was helping me out she had missed her que to be on stage and dance. She was upset because she takes her dancing more as an art rather than a job to entertain womanizing bros. I felt really bad and offered to take her home. Once we got to her house she allowed me inside to clean up my foot. Her father was not happy that she had brought someone home with her and I for some reason couldn't find the bathroom in her house...

IRL: I woke up due to my roommates' cat meowing at me for food.

4:10 AM
In a desert in Japan, I witnessed the mating habits of trucks. They were stretching an twisting together. Something very strange and organic for trucks to do.

10:48 AM
Riding a bike down a dirt road(recurring location.) I meat someone and then double back.
At a stadium/skate-park I drive my car down some steep concrete bleachers and over to a little grassy hill where I see my mom. She seems pissed and asks "Is that Mike over there?!".....

12:00 PM
I'm at my parents church. For some reason I think I was supposed to play some marching processional music. I'm frantically writing notes on a page. A laser tag battle breaks out with. DCs from work and the cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer are there.

June 23, 2011

Notes
Sleeping over in a hotel room tonight. Have been going to bed very early since coming back to the states. I haven't written any of my dreams down for awhile so I figure now's as good a time as any. At the last dream I started to become a little lucid seeing as I was waking up every five minutes to the sound of my mom's alarm clock. Recurring themes of school and crossdressing.

Entry 012
I'm in a cave, swimming in a clear underground lake. Around me I can see my old classmates swimming as well, though none of them are distinct. The teacher is a woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun and a thin, delicate face. Although I've never had a teacher who looked like her, she seems familiar. She pulls out an old photograph of her and her family and lays it on the rocky shore of the lake. "Bring me tokens, then we can move on." I don't know what she means, but I dive to the bottom of the lake and place a smooth pebble on top of the photo. My classmates bring other things they find and place them on the photo as well.

We're going somewhere now, we walk into a huge chamber with a waterfall.

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I'm in Tokyo, and I'm Japanese. For some reason I'm dressed up like a man and wearing a police uniform. It looks like my disguise has fooled everyone. Well, everyone but one guy. In Akihabara some otaku wearing a long white coat and huge coke bottle glasses spots me and knows I can't be a man. He starts to stalk me. I don't start to run really, but I'm definitely trying to lose him. I come to a tall tower. The otaku sees a baby nearby and steals it, knowing I won't run away while he's putting the life of an infant in danger. I somehow outsmart him and retrieve the baby, ringing the doorbell of the tower and giving it back to the confused Japanese housewife inside. From there on the dream morphs into some kind of parkour chase across Tokyo, with only occasional pauses whenever I think I've lost him.

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I'm with my friend Jane, and we're at some kind of anime convention. We're both wearing costumes that disguise us as men, but the people at the convention can tell from our faces that we're girls. We're wearing tight under-armor shirts with padded muscles and tight skinny jeans with sneakers. We look convincing. We're there for some kind of competition. We walk into a packed room and head for the makeshift stage at the front. We're in a line of other costumed groups. The audience appears to be picking its favorite groups from the line up, shouting whenever the ones they like are mentioned. Our names are called out and we flex and pose for the crowd. We get a huge response, we move on to the next round.

Next round and we're on stage with different costumes this time. Now we're wearing fluorescent pink and yellow pixie-cut wigs and matching tutus. Now we're competing against just one other group for the semi-finals. The last challenge is to dress up a girl from an audience to match us. I pick out a girl with brown hair tied up in a braid. For some reason Jane has left the stage and I have to do the makeup all by myself, even though I have no idea how. I spend the entire time allotted applying pink lipstick to the girl. Somehow, though, when she walks to the front of the stage, she looks just like us. We move to the semi-finals, but once there we lose because my design on the girl wasn't original enough. I have become somewhat lucid at this point due to an alarm clock, and I feel curious about how my makeup actually looks. I look in a mirror and look strangely old underneath the makeup. I can see wrinkles cracking the top of my upper lip and bags pulling down my eyes. It scares me.

I wake up.

I don't know when I had this dream, but I remembered it earlier today when I was posting in DV.

I was in a city in japan, it was strangely quiet, like I was on the outskirts of the city. I was looking for a part time job in an older convenience store when i got distracted and walked through alleyways with small restaurants in every nook and cranny xD

I remember sneaking into a warehouse that had a portal that could take me back home, but there were guards so I had to be stealthy.

Later on there was an earthquake. I was in a more open area next to a school, which was the only place in the area that had grass, fenced off, surrounded by concrete. A friend was with me too, like a dream friend though

This was one of those dreams were I felt like I was just watching a movie or something. I wasn't IN the dream.

There were these twins at a party who collapsed because of intense leg pain. One of the twins was obsessed with girls, the other with video games. It turned out that they had been in an accident or had some kind of disease which they knew at some point would cause their leg muscles to atrophy. Someone called 911. It cut to them being at home with their parents (they were either in their late teens or adults that still lived with their parents). The doctor was also there and told them they would experience bouts of extreme pain for the rest of their lives and they would have to go to a care facility. It then jumped to their parents asking questions that they would use to choose the perfect facility for them. Every time they asked a question it would turn to the kind of screen you would see when making a decision or talking to someone in the Animal Crossing game series (at least the DS version) and the background of the menu was a pale yellow. One of the questions was whether they wanted to stay local (and it then zoomed in on a section of land that seemed to be around where they lived. it looked to me like the area near palm springs, CA) or go international (those were the two options). One of the twins wanted to stay nearby and the "game" chose a place for them right away. The other twin wanted to go to Japan. The screen then turned to a google maps type thing with the same pale yellow menu. It zoomed in on an area in Japan and I remember seeing labels for individual businesses (for example, there was a little pink fish with the name of a fish market next to it, etc). Then I woke up.

Then today in History class this article we were reading used atrophying muscles as a metaphor for something we were learning about.

This entry is actually from a dream I had around 2 months ago. Since my activity on DV is pretty erratic, I did not write here on that day, but I can still remember every single detail from it. It happened less than 12 hours before the tsunami and earthquakes in Japan. In fact, this was the dream that actually prompted me to start a thread about precognitive dreams (in the Beyond Dreaming section); even though I have strong doubts about them.

The dream started out with me climbing a what seemed to be active volcano. It was a clear and sunny day and I had all my climbing gear on. Suddenly I noticed there were 2 suns in the sky. The second sun rose in the south and the mountains shined with a brillant orange-red aura. I felt like there was something at the top that was waiting for me. In my dreams I always have a sense that I am constantly missing something (hey maybe it's a form of dreamsign, I dunno).

The ascent was actually quite scary. As I climbed higher and higher I began feeling warmer and warmer due to the constant flow of lava that was only about a few meters away from me. Despite this, I was completely unharmed. After a few minutes of climbing, I reached a fairly flat plateau close to the summit. I was shocked to find a whole meadow filled with strangely looking, if not otherworldly flowers with crystalline bulbs and silver-leafed trees! The leaves reflected the brilliant rays from the southern sun and made the plateau look like a forest on fire! It was a breathtaking sight that words simply fail to describe!
However, this beauty did not last for long. In the blink of an eye, I saw a patch of darkness in the horizon where the second sun was. The forest immediately lost its "flame" Then, before my eyes the darkness spread until it covered the blue sky and vast bolts of surreal lightning raced across the landscape. I heard a deep rumbling coming from the distance and soon enough I saw an unbelievably tall tidal wave rushing towards the volcano. It hit the plateau with extreme force and all of a sudden everything was consumed by this chaotic force of water. To my amazement I was still able to keep a sense of direction and I found that I was able to breathe! Those crystal flowers began to give off a luminescent glow and the bulbs opened and streams of bubbles came rushing towards me. It felt as if I was breathing pure air. I determined that it was this that kept be alive, so I tried my best to remain close to it. Eventually I was swept off the volcano and into a pool of murky water. As I reached the surface of the water I saw that I was in a temple of some kind. The last thing I remember was an immense shockwave that caused the roof to crash on top me; then I woke up.

I can remember some of my dreams/fragments from last night.

1: I was in Japan with my family. We were in a van that we always drive, but it was the wrong color. I screamed out the window "Konnichiwa!" and people turned and waved at me. When we got to our 'destination', we were at some sort of place where you sold stuff. It looked more like the line for a ride at kingsisland, but there was a big open space to sit at. (I'm sure I had this dream because I'm obsessed with Japan and I watched multiple Japanese videos about cats in Japan being cute) I saw a Japanese girl who was a few years older then me, by her appearence. I walked over and waved, praying she spoke English. She said, "Hi, my name is ____." (I don't remember her name.) She pointed at some Japanese-style converse, or something, that a guy was selling for cheap. They had alot of Japanese characters on them (which I remember seeing as the titles of the cat videos). I asked my mom to buy me some and she did. I went with my Japanese friend to my school, which was somehow there, and we went to the geography room (which now that i think about it, it looked like the art room from elementry school...) We sat on the far right near the front. We listened to my 'geography' teacher (who looked like someone I'd seen before at school, but it wasn't him). I woke up.

2: I was in an investigation team. We were all Anime. We were trying to discover exactly how 'N' died. (Yup, N from Pokemon black/white) I closed my eyes and saw Sheik from Zelda. He had his eyes closed and a light was coming from him. I looked around the large building (we were in the sky, there was a large dome shaped room at the top). I saw that there was a weird gas coming from up there. I saw a cute little pokemon making it. I put on my gas-mask, just in case. I got up there and I knew how N died. The pokemon was ill and so it was making toxic fumes. I fed the little fella a Pecha berry and he was fine. We were inside the dome room now and I looked at the, now healthy, pokemon. It was an Axew (I think that's how you spell it) then I woke up.

3: Spencer from Icarly got to shop in a random store for fancy people. He got too flirty and handsy with a lady and I had to walk away. I saw a lady that needed help. She made me help her pick out shoes. (I think spencer and the lady were "gettin it on" back there because...nevermind) I woke up.

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of April 22-23

I have returned to Japan to live there again. I live in an apartment that is in the same city and the same neighborhood as the one I lived in the first time, but it's several times as big, and has a separate kitchen as well as a larger bathroom.

I'm outside of the building, on the north side of it, standing on a large, open, elevated concrete plaza. [It kind of resembled the one that's part of the queue for Space Mountain at Disneyland, now that I think of it, only bigger. It definitely doesn't exist in real life, at least, not there.] I admire the view of the nearby hills and the old houses that are on top of them. [Um, what?] There is a tourist there with me, pointing a camera to the south at the big apartment building behind me. I tell him that he's at one of the three or four most popular places in the city to take pictures. [What. There are an awful lot more than three or four such places in my city, and that certainly isn't one of them.]

I have a conversation with someone in Japanese, and I seem to handle it fairly well. The words come quite easily. [And I don't remember any of them being off or weird, as they sometimes have been in previous dreams.] Nevertheless, I feel concerned about my Japanese language abilities no longer being adequate to deal with the day-to-day tasks of living here, especially not now that I'm fully responsible for dealing with all the transaction details for things like bills and rent. [This is currently of my ongoing background thoughts in real life, too, but one I haven't been able to give much conscious thought to. Obviously.] I take out my foreign resident registration card, look at it, and think, This is the one from last time, so it's expired now, but it'll be good until I can get an updated one. [Um, no. It doesn't work that way. I don't have the one from last time anymore in real life; I handed it in upon leaving Japan to return to the U.S., which is required.]

Night of April 23-24

My mom and I are driving through a wild area in the brown car. We're looking for an outdoor wedding ceremony that someone told us we should attend. We drive along, and I spot the ceremony: it's taking place on the opposite side of the river from where our car is. We drive along the river for a ways, looking for a place where we can cross it and turn around.

[Different scene.] My mom and I are shopping in the shopping center nearest our house [the one we often walk through in reality]. We're in a smallish, narrowish store that sells beauty products. We leave it and walk along the walkway that passes in front of all the shops, heading back home on foot. There is a man there who only has the upper half of one leg left, and who gets around on crutches. There is also a woman in an electric mobility vehicle there. She's wearing a T-shirt [I think; or it might have been a sign] with text on it that says that she's from a very large family, and that her mother started having children when she was only 11 [!!]. I get into a very long, involved conversation with this woman. [I don't remember most of it now, but I do remember that] One of the topics of conversation is how different our points of view and perspectives are because of the different experiences we've had. At one point, I say, “And I don't care about kids, unless they're my students.” She replies, “You see? Different perspectives.” We walk all the way to the end of the shopping center and turn up the road that leads back to my house.