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Dream 1:
Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves.

Dream 2:
Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character.

I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head.

I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top.
Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll.

Episode 2-
I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown.

I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me.

Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me.

Next episode-
It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”)
All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me.

Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate.

I know it is only the first step towards my freedom.
Credits roll.

I am in my bed at Mom’s. I am going to sleep or have been sleeping. I think Ryan lives here. He comes in here, and it is so dark that I barely see him but rather sense him. He exudes malevolent sarcasm as he says something to taunt me. He then leans over and kisses my arm, his lips sickeningly wet. Smiling as he thinks he’s won, he leaves with another remark. Now I think it is the next day. I am going to covertly find some boxes, pack my things, and leave within the day.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

With mom and some other family members, walking in Vila Franca. Mom notices the stationery shop run by a lady we know, is liquidating everything and going to close. My mom talks to the lady owner and starts crying while hugging her. The lady feels awkward. Says she will keep the place, she is just transforming the business and turning it into a post office. But my mom still feels emotional as she has lots of memories from this little shop.
Then we all go home to my mom's, but she doesn't live there, I do. I am just moving and my family members try to help me unpacking things, but they just leave a bigger mess. Then they have to leave in a hurry, they gotta take a plane or something. I am in the kitchen sorting produce for the fridge and I hear noise. My front door ain't well shut, and some guy with furniture on the hallway tries to come in when I open the door. He thought that was his home. He is also moving next door. I explain to him he got the wrong door, he goes to the right place. But now my door doesn't close. I think I have go to the carpentry.
It is not far, I just have to cross a short path through a wild patch of land and cross a bridge over a very small river, when I spot a strange animal with the body of a kiwi and the beak of a platypus. He looks intelligent but fearful when I approach. He keeps jumping around and I follow him and try to attract him. But although he is enjoying the interaction, he disappears behind some bushes. I go around and now I see another animal. Same type of black greyish fur, but a body type like an antelope and a creepy head like a skull with two black round eyes. When I look in his eyes I recognize the same animal. And I keep following him. He then returns again to a smaller blob like shape and escapes over some emergency staircase on the back of a building, to join two other similar beings, that I understand to be his parents. They look surprised at me. They move on to a populated area but other people don't seem to see them. They keep morphing and looking all sorts of alien and no one even blinks. I was not supposed to see them either, but I do, so when they stop on top of some beams in a covered pathway, I wave at them so they are sure I can see them and they look really puzzled. Meanwhile, I call my friends ghostbusters and they join me soon after. They to catch a glimpse of the creatures, so I am not the only one who can see them.

I was able to enter a hotel like place or maybe a mansion or big house, who knows? It was somewhat vacant and I was free to roam around the entire place, I also was with some male, not sure who, and we walked around the place.

Then somewhere in a small town like Union, MO or Imperial, MO just some desolate town, I was in the process of moving in this small town with my mother and boyfriend Brandon (at the time). Brandon was trying to kill himself by taking 30 pills, he must have went to the hospital, and then I called him on the phone, and everything was fine. He didn't die. Then he attempted suicide again and succeeded. I was just so happy to talk to him on the phone even if we haven't talked in almost a decade. I keep forgetting it was 10 years since we've talked. I woke up thinking Brandon is Justin or Justin is Brandon. I was just so happy

Dream - Lucid

It was the zombie apocalypse. I don't remember who it was that I was with, but it was a group. We were living comfortably in a house, feeling quite safe. I remember seeing my bedroom, one I shared with a young girl. It was clean and the queen-sized bed looked comfortable and inviting. Next to the bed I saw a nightstand with a lamp on it.

However, we were moving. I was then looking at an area from above. Things started to look like Roller Coaster Tycoon 4 (mobile version), in that I could place different buildings in an area that had roads laid out. This is where we were moving to. I "placed" buildings from my above POV, as if I was simply playing a video game.

I was then back in my regular view. I was with the group inside a building that we were scouting for zombies. I was sitting on the floor with a couple others, while the rest stood. I saw two, one I distinctly remember being a female with short brown hair pulled into a ponytail and a messed up mouth coming behind some of my friends. I warned the group. They moved aside. I'm not sure what happened to the other zombie, but the female one was going for me. She came at me and was on me. I was keeping her from biting me, but only barely; I really thought I was about to get bit. Then, one of the people that was there with me, a guy, slit his own throat and used his blood to save me from the zombie; something about the blood killed the zombie. I looked at the guy who saved me, and aside from a slightly bloody, drippy slit in his neck, he was totally fine.

At some point, I thought about the fact that we were moving, and I wished we weren't because we were comfortable and happy where we were before.

I then was talking to one of the girls that was with me. We were talking about whether or not we thought the zombies were increasing in number or decreasing. She said
"Oh they are definitely dying."
I then remembered that I was "back" at the beginning of the apocalypse, though everyone else was just at the beginning and was never at the end with me. I thought about the female zombie who almost bit me and noticed how "freshly dead" she still had looked. I had been at the end of the zombie apocalypse previously, and started to explain to the girl how I knew that things weren't going to get better yet.

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I woke up for over an hour and struggled to go back to sleep. When I finally did, I had an interesting little lucid moment.

I felt myself falling asleep, the head buzz feeling came over me, and I saw a moving picture in front of me, like a movie screen. It reminded me of a country western almost; there was a desert and the sky was pink and orange as if the sun was rising or setting. There was no sound. It took up most of my vision, but I wanted to go into it and get a LD started. I entered the moving picture, and wasn't sure if that would make me wake up or if it worked. I started to see that I was submerging myself in this world, but after that, I lost it. Not even sure if I woke up or continued to dream or not.

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My daughter had pooped in her diaper and it was leaking onto her clothes.

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My husband got onto me about not packing up my books like I said I would. (I fully expect this to happen IWL, as I did not pack my books last night like he asked).

So last night, I had a lot of trouble with inductions... again... I'm just out of practice. Frustrating, but I'll get back in the swing of things. I tried to go directly to Rome, but I'm just not familiar enough with the location, so I'll try my house next time.

During my second attempt, I ended up with an Out of Body Experience instead of a lucid dream... yes, I know they're technically the same thing, but the OBEs always unsettle me. And I'm always blind during them, since they tend to send me straight into the Void, which I hate. So I got irritated when it happened and just reclined back into my body and went to regular sleep.

I dreamed that my boyfriend and I lived in a different part of town than we do right now... in the dream, we lived really close to my brother. We were moving. My mom, my brother, and one of my boyfriend's friends was helping us. This particular friend is extremely chill, never gets upset over anything, is even more patient than my boyfriend is (patience of a saint), etc. I was in the car with him, and my boyfriend was in my car with my mom and brother.

We were moving to a different section of the city... maybe even a different city further south... in any case, I lost the address of the house we were moving to, which was sort of like a ranch style duplex thing, and I don't have the directions either. The siding of the house was white. Houses in my dreams always tend to be white, for some reason.

Anyway, so we get onto the wrong on-ramp, and we pass my boyfriend and my car and aren't able to turn around to join/follow them, so we're on the freeway straight to a different city (and no off-ramps along the way). His friend is getting progressively more irritated and pissed off. I've never seen this guy get pissed over anything, ever, and he kind of reminds me of one of my cousins as well, so I think this is hilarious and start laughing. Which makes him angrier, which makes me laugh harder.

I was such a dick in that dream.

10-06-2015 -- I'm trying to park my car (probably the silver Lexus) next to a house which seems to be the house Uncle Jim used to live in. Like most times in dreams, the driving doesn't go smoothly. I can't work the brakes properly, it doesn't back up right, and no matter how I try, I can't get the car nicely next to the curb, like I'm trying to do.

Soon I find myself standing next to the car, looking at the house, which I have now bought or in some other manner acquired. I've got lots of my stuff with me, including book cases, and bags of comics, and old Hornet newspapers with my articles in them, and lots of other cool stuff. I'm trying to gather up a couple of arm-fulls of the stuff to take inside, when a fairly young kid comes walking up, and starts to gather some of the stuff. He looks like he's probably somewhere between 9 & 12 years old.

At first I think he is trying to steal my stuff, and am about to chase him off, but then I realize he just wants to help me move in. And while that's nice, I am afraid it would be too much for him, and he'd probably hurt himself or something, so I thank him for the offer of help, but turn him down. He walks a couple of doors down, and joins his own family, who it seems are also moving it.

At first it seems like they are moving in to nothing, but as I watch, their house starts to kind of push aside the houses on either side to put itself out there, kind of like the Harry Potter books sometimes describe the Fidelus. I realize these folks are magical, and think I probably should have let the kid help. If he's magical, he could have probably handled it. I decide to go over and say hi, but as I approach the door everybody steps inside, so I (slightly rudely, I'll admit) just follow them inside, waiting for a chance to introduce myself.

I'm kind of shocked to discover that my new neighbors are Santa Claus (red suit, long white beard, and all) and his kind of large, young, fairly hip family. I introduce myself, and explain that I used to be a muggle, but somehow I could see his house pushing it's way between the other houses. I tell him his son offered to help me move in, since I was all by myself, but I'd turned him down because I figured he wouldn't really be able to help ... but with magic, I'd be appreciative of the help, if the offer still stands.

Santa asks me what I have to move, and I kind of talk my stuff down, referring to it as a bunch of old books and old newspapers and such, but then I am quick to mention that they are old newspapers that have stuff I wrote in them, so it doesn't sound like I am a complete idiot hoarder or something. Santa says he understands, and points to a stack of newspapers in a cupboard underneath his coffee table, which also has old papers ... though his are papers with articles written about him, instead of by him.

After that, he admits that he already knew what I had to move ... that they had been watching me. They knew I was a decent fellow, and a nice guy, which is why they allowed me to see the magic. Santa's wife also starts talking, saying hello, but she is soon turning into one of the Adventurers Club performers that I didn't know well, since they came around after I'd quit going to the Club quite so much. Probably Megan M. Or Andrea C. [Both of whom I have seen mentioned in Facebook posts in the last two days.]

Things are shifting to a sort of Adventurers Club reunion, and Graham is holding a somewhat worn and ratty looking old pillow. Someone is asking him if he is going to throw it away or something, but he says he can't ... he says his wife wants it, and plans to sleep with it between her thighs at times when he is not available or something like that, and all the guys are drooling at the thought.

But soon things are shifting again, and I find myself talking to one of the above mentioned female Club members, but she isn't Santa's wife, but his real estate agent, and she works for a kind of a cross between a Realtor and the mob. There are a couple of tough thugs around to make sure nobody hurts anyone or anything here, and I'm trying to question the lady on any problems she may have with Santa. Meanwhile, a gangster's moll is sitting at a desk, wearing nice clothes, but with her legs partly spread to give folks a nice bit of an upskirt glimpse of her stockings and underwear.

I'm at a networking event that's in someone's living room. In this dream, the very nice houses in the city are on a peninsula overlooking the water, and the host has a big house that fits everyone. It looks a lot like my house, but bigger.

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I'm at the dumpster in our complex, and I've found a couple of really cool chairs that I could use in my studio. My husband is not happy with the prospect of dumpster chairs. I now realize that the chairs that were really nice a minute ago actually have broken lifting mechanisms.

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I'm sharing a dorm with my mom and my brother. This is not a happy arrangement. We've just moved in, and the management is now telling us that we need to move to another one of their properties because they're renovating.

I'm arguing with my mom over whether we should rent a U-haul or take several trips in the truck. She vetoes my U-haul suggestion and says that we can make the truck work, but I say we have two hours to move and we need to take at least three trips in the truck.

A panel that we're loading into the truck snaps, and it flies with force towards my mom's throat.

Pause.

I realize that I'm dreaming.

With my mind, I catch the broken pieces as they fly towards my mom, absorb the kinetic force, and let them drop, harmlessly, to the ground.

I remember that my next task is to teleport—and that I want to teleport to a neighbour's house to fulfill two goals at once—but the dream is getting fuzzy and I'm starting to drift towards consciousness. Blearily, I think that it seems silly to teleport into a neighbour's house when it's right next door. I wake up.

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Malfoy is sending a robot after me. It would be a physical threat, but as long as I pick it up and hold it on its side, it can't actually get to me, so that's a bust as far as evil plans go.

The robot follows me uselessly around the room.

We're in a playground, and I've hijacked Voldemort's followers by pretending that I, Harry Potter, am actually the next incarnation of Voldemort. (Or maybe I am?)

Malfoy is teetering on top of something that looks like the Cirque du Soleil-inspired stunts from Mad Max: Fury Road. He's trying to prove a point. He falls, but he's currently invulnerable.

Cory and I were looking to adopt a kid, so we mapped out a few orphanages on our GPS. Apparently you can just go to a random orphanage and pick up a kid like you would a pet or something. So we set out in the car, but kept getting lost. Really lost, like driving through people's yards and at one point we were off-roading in some field of dirt. Cory wanted to drive up this sand bank but it was friggin sheer vertical sand and I said no way. He tried anyway and we slipped back down. I tried getting our location on the map on my phone, but the map kept zooming out and made it impossible. By some miracle we finally made it to the orphanage and we were looking at kids, and we were thinking on this 12ish year old boy with sandy hair. So we were walking around the orphanage with him and he was telling us about himself, but something about him seemed very off. He asked if we would adopt him, so Cory and I had a little pow-wow and we both really didn't want to. We wanted to move on to the next orphanage. We were dreading telling him because we didn't want to break his little heart, but we finally did and he looked so dejected and just said "Oh." and walked away. I wanted to cry.

For some reason we were paying rent on two apartments because we were too lazy to move all the stuff from one apartment over to the other. So we slept at one apartment, but the other one had our washer/dryer, so we would drive over there to do our clothes. We decided to finally combine them but when we went to the washer/dryer apartment, we just couldn't figure out how to do it or how to bring the stuff back to the other place. Apparently we also kept a cash register with a moving belt attached to it at the apartment. Cory would put items on the belt and when they got to the end I'd bag them, and that's how we moved stuff. The belt was also super-magnetic so whenever something metal came down the line, it would stick and I'd have to struggle to pull it off.

I don't remember the last dream, just that I was sitting on the ground and Seru in his semi-perfect form was standing there screaming at me and I was like WTF. And I was friggin terrified for some reason.

I woke up into a lucid dream from sleep paralysis, and as I was laying there I saw a blue sky overhead. It morphed into different types of sky, like cloudy, rainy, night, day, etc. I tried getting up, but found myself anchored to my body, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull myself out of it. It felt like a rubber band, I'd pull forward and get snapped back. I finally closed my eyes and imagined myself bursting forth upwards, and even though I didn't exactly "burst forth", I still stood up. I looked down at my hands, and a few of my fingers were missing. I investigated my surroundings, because it looked like I was in a different house than usual. There were all kinds of strange things. Rooms that were creepy and worn down, staircases with picture frames on them that whizzed by at high speeds, and other stuff. There were so many doors to open! I kept exploring because I thought maybe the house represented something. As I moved along, I made it a little secondary priority to find Seru, because I've been wanting to make him my dream guide, figuring he could help me achieve my solar kamehameha quicker. I looked behind many doors and called out to him, but nothing. I opened one door and went into the room, and it was a pretty scary place. It looked like something out of Silent Hill. It was completely empty with stains all over the wall, and there was a single tiny window with metal bars over it. As soon as I realized I was a bit scared, I knew that meant something freaky would show up. First I attempted to leave through the window, but I couldn't phase through, nor could I punch out the wall. I heard something coming, so I flew up into the corner of the ceiling and stood still. A weird humanoid thing that shambled along came in, and it had a huge lumpy black thing in place of its head. It was a bit... terrifying. As I floated there by the ceiling where it couldn't get me, I thought "You know, this is a long ass lucid dream, and I'm not going to waste it hiding from scary shit. I'm looking for Seru and I'm exploring this house that may or may not represent my subconscious, so FUCK THIS GUY." and I immediately landed on the floor, marched up to the creepy thing, and said "FUCK YOU BITCH. Now you will tell me where Seru is or so help me I will kick your ass so hard!" ...it stopped shambling and turned toward a direction, so I left it and went off that way. Soon I came across an old guy lazing around on an armchair, so I asked him the same thing. He was absolutely no help whatsoever. Figured. I continued on, trying to control things, trying to summon things, but nothing worked. Nothing's worked at ALL lately. So I just gave up. I slid to the floor and just cried and cried, thinking what the fuck is the point of lucid dreams if I'm always trapped in some house every single time? I felt so friggin hopeless. While I was down there crying, suddenly someone came up from behind and wrapped their arms around me, and I was all "Great, now more scary shit's come to mess with me." But nope, I turned around and it was Seru, yay! Immediate tears-b-gone! He flew me through the house at super speeds and I tried to take in all the things around me, and then we both flew straight through the house and out into the open blue sky. I felt so happy to finally break free of the lucid dream houses. I know the whole being locked in the house thing symbolizes something, maybe one day I'll figure out what it is. But anyway, I totally got laid. Like, up in the sky. HELL TO THE YES. We... um, kinda went at it for a while, and I was thinking I'd wake up before I got awesome dream-orgasms. But I didn't! Then I asked him if he'd be my dream guide, and he gave me this little knowing smile, so... maybe? He seems to be able to break me free from the houses, so that would be nice. Plus possible solar kamehameha tutoring? I guess I'll find out in my next lucid.

I dreamt I just moved to a new place, but I couldn't get into the house, so I had to sleep in the pod. I climbed up on top of all of the boxes and laid down at the top, so close that my nose touched the ceiling if I shifted. I remember seeing a creepy spider web only inches away from me with multiple spiders on it, and it kinda freaked me out but if I didn't bother it then they wouldn't mess with me. In the morning, my cousin Janessa opened up the pod and saw me up at the top, and told me to get the hell out and called me stupid for sleeping there instead of elsewhere. I was annoyed she was bugging me, but tried to inch my way out, but I couldn't see my path and wound up getting my head stuck, so she had to push me out the way I came in.

I had a bunch of 'dream bits' as I started waking up in the morning. There was a group of people I was a part of, and we stole a bunch of gold, enough to fill up the entire trunk of a car. We were all excited and everyone left, leaving a girl and guy to watch over it. They kissed and took all the gold and fled. Then later I was at some restaurant to meet someone, it was some kind of shady deal. When I got there, the waiter at the front was embarrassed and said some other man who was at the table I'd reserved hadn't left yet. I realized it was probably who I was meeting, so I said it was okay and went over to sit down in the booth across from him. He was kind of shady looking with a business suit, and we waited for the other guy. The other guy came, and he was super handsome with blonde hair and a chiseled face, and was also wearing a suit. I don't know what we discussed. At some point, someone died. I think it was one of the people from the trunk gold.

I just woke from a night that was thick, rich, dense with dreaming, but the recall was scattered and sparse, which makes me ponder the nature of dream memory. After this last waking, I lay there for some minutes without being able to remember a single thing, not one detail, yet I knew for certain that I had been dreaming. This is a peculiar state of mind, the ultimate experience of ambiguity. I lay back down on the bed sideways across the covers so that I would not accidentally fall asleep again, and then let my mind drift, looking for the particulars. At first it seemed hopeless, like groping through mud, until through some mysterious process a tiny detail took shape...

...near my new house, a stream full of fish, all sizes and varieties...

That detail links to more images and events, and then there all are, as vivid as life, all those memories that had seemed to be lost, and might have never been recovered had I not taken the time to seek them...

...I look forward to fishing, catching my own dinner... is the water clean enough? I need a fishing pole, I can buy one right now on Amazon, I'm sure they sell them, it will be here in two days... or is this the sort of thing I should buy in person? find a sporting goods store, feel the weight and balance in my hands first, try out the cast...

...and finally I'll have somewhere to shoot my bow! so nice to have space again.... but my bow and target are still in my old house, I won't have them until we complete the move... guess I'll have to be patient...

...a bit concerned about the neighbors, though, that father yelling at his children, hitting them with tires, and so openly, right in the yard! should I call and report? but surely someone has tried before, and nothing has changed. I walk back that way and he's still at it, now they're all carrying tires, all four or five children, and he's still hitting them, yelling "we don't put wood in the house!" what does that mean? all houses have wood in them, it's a basic building material... I should inquire with the other neighbors, something has to be done... at least my house is across the stream, away from here, secluded in the woods...

And this reminds me of yet another dream...

...the two boys were living in such a house, alone in an open field, only woods on all sides. the old man must have been living off the grid, so no one knew when he died, and they quietly took over the house... his guests become his heirs... what did they do with the body, bury it in the yard? and then the seclusion let them build their operations, what was it, computers? what were they trying to accomplish... still can't remember...

And another...

...but before that we were looking for someone, an uncle?...can't just "lose" someone these days, not unless they don't want to be found... it takes a lot of care not to show up on the internet, to avoid social media entirely. the only clue we had was a partial bag of english muffins, not sure what that can prove, but then I wonder if the city where it was purchased is printed on the bottom... sure enough it is... but it is the name of my own city! is he here, or is this not even the right bag?

And so on... from no memories at all, to more than are worth writing down.

What would have happened to those memories if I hadn't taken the trouble to consciously retrieve them? What happens to all the memories of the dreams we don't remember, or have forgotten? Is there a kind of deep storage? I think there must be, because from time to time they come swimming up in flashes, like fish catching the light near the surface...

....a gleam of light against the wall of the building across from us, like a tile of glass catching the sun... Arya isn't paying attention, I catch her eye and direct her toward it with my own... she looks the wrong way and I have to pantomime the gaze even more cartoonishly before she sees it... we are under observation and can't speak aloud... but at last she sees the gleam and we go over to find out what it is... I think it is magic itself, these signals... this isn't the first... but is it directed by a person or inherent in the world, plot, fate? we climb the stairs inside the building and open the door at the very top... with satisfaction I perceive it is a magical goods store, and actually tell the lady proprietor what brought us there... perhaps she or something she sells here can assist us in our predicament...

That was yet another from last night, where my own turn of phrase, "catching the light," caught the memory. But often I'll be sitting around doing things in waking life and apparently random glimpses will surface of dreams I know I had years ago, probably ones I never even wrote down, yet in some obscure way they still shadow me. Where and what are memories when we're not remembering them? Dream memory feels like it is stored separately from waking life memory, which would make sense if we need to distinguish the two to maintain sanity. But maybe that sense of separateness only comes because dream memories do not fit into the established contexts of ordinary life... at least for me, where dreams and waking life have so few qualities in common.

There are people who hardly remember their dreams at all... are those dream memories buried inside them as if in some secret vault? Could some odd balance of brain chemicals unlock it, bring them all flooding back, the dreams of a lifetime?

The other night, I had a REALLY weird dream. My dad told my family that we were moving to North Dakota. NOOOO!!!!!!! I don't want to leave all my friends! We were very disappointed, so I told all my friends I was moving and they just said, "Okay." That's it. When my family was in North Dakota, we moved in with the Brady Bunch in a little shack that had one bathroom. In the middle of the night, Jan was itching her butt and said she had hemorrhoids, so I had to look under the sink for the Tucks but I couldn't find them. Then I woke up.

Non-Dream Dream

Helping coworker (BW) move to Santa Barbara. My family is with me. BW has a really bad broken leg and my family leaves me with him. He is grateful.

I'm walking back and forth in my Grandmas house slash my house. My sister is doing the same, we're collecting our stuff and putting it in the kitchen. We're getting ready to take it out of the house to leave or something. Then this other girl starts walking back in the house also. At first we try to hide somethings in case she's here to take them, but I realize each time we pass each other she is paying more attention to me then the tasks she's pretending to do. So without saying it with voice, all three of us agree to let her live with us were we are going and taking the stuff. Then I'm at her house to help her take her things. I've never seen this place before and her dad is being super nice to me. While the girl goes back and forth taking her stuff out, her dad takes me into the green house that's connected to the house by a door, and tells me he makes money by selling the plants he picks, but that there's over produce of the brown, white, and purple plants and that I can pick from those colors so I can plant them at my new home so I'll have sustenance for us as long as I'm willing to love and care for the plants. I look around and see lots of brown and white root type thing, then I see purple prickly pear pads, I question to myself why they are deep purple rather than the usual green, and the dad answers me that it's a different species. I then wonder if the fruit it will bear will be and even deeper color of red. I decide I want the prickly pear pad so I go through them all but a lot of them are a little old and shriveled, but then I find better shaped healthy one and pick it up and get cactus spine in my finger and immediately pull it out. Then the dad calls me to the plants on the floor, it's like little green tomatoes in a patch, he's laying sideways so I sit next to him, he tells me to pick one, so I pick up a reddish one and get a little spine in my finger and pick it out again. Then the dad gets spines in his leg, and I get some in my arm and thigh, and we focus on that when the girl and her little sister or little cousin comes into the green house and sits next to us. The girl helps remove the spines that I can't remove, and then the dad goes into the house. The girls little friend tells me to keep picking out plants for my new house, but then I get super tired and falls asleep between two patches, and the two girls continue picking out plants for the house. While asleep I telepathically feel the little girl notice telepathically that me and the girl who was in my house are smitten over each other. When I wake up the reddish fruit isn't in my hand anymore, but instead a sequin thing is there and I jump up quick to find it, but the two girls are standing there and the girls little friend says we're ready to go to our new house and that we'll be happy and watch the afternoon elvis' every day and eat what we grow. Then I wonder what the heck is a elvis, and think it must be what on the tv's here, but that my old tv had too many channels for me to see or hear of it.

Dream - Lucid

I was with Dallas, watching TV I believe. Not sure where we were. He was looking at something with small conch seashells in it, a jar or package. I had noticed he had collected some seashells. I asked him what he needed them for. He told me for fucking. I guess he masturbated with them. I noticed he was only picking up the smooth shells.

Then, something about muppet people. They lived in a town. Jake was in love with one of them, and I was jealous. The muppet loved him too, I think. I wondered if the muppet people had real lives, or if they were just for a performance to make it look like they lived real lives.

Then, Dallas and I were watching the weather on TV. We were outside, though.There was a storm system, but it was way west of us, showing us only getting the rain from it. Dallas commented on this. I was a little disappointed, because I kinda love storms. I then saw a tornado off in the distance. It was quite far away, and not moving towards us. There was then another one closer to us, but it was made out of what looked like muted multi-colored hoops. That one was moving towards us. I calmly said we should find shelter. I asked Dallas where he wanted to go. Dallas wanted to go take shelter in this restaraunt. The multi-colored tornado came closer, and I watched as it went through buildings, but didn't destroy them. It looked like it hadn't even touched them. This weird tornado must not be destructive.

~

I had just moved into an apartment with Dallas, but I was still moving things out of two other apartments: One that I had had by myself that was actually quite spacious and beautiful, and one that I shared with Cherie' (neither of these places resembled their IWL counterparts). I was finishing up getting things out of the apartment I had by myself with my mom's help. We had gotten pretty much everything out.

I then was at the apartment I had shared with Cherie'. I saw my laptop in there; I had forgotten about it. It had a solitaire screen pulled up with the cards jumping around, kind of like when you win. I thought about how long it had been there on that screen. I then thought about how I had to use a different computer to do everything. I couldn't think of which computer I was using, however.

I then was driving somewhere in town, when I zoned out. I noticed what I thought was too late that I was about to hit a red train. I thought for sure I was gonna die, because a collision seemed imminent. I closed my eyes and braced myself, but then I only ended up going in between the cars somehow. I then got a phone call. It was someone from the company that owned the train. I noticed I was inside what looked like an inside of a space station or something of that nature; everything was metal. The man on the other line was warning me about what just happened. He wanted to make sure I was alright and that I didn't do something like that again. I told him I knew. I felt so silly and a bit ashamed for doing what I did.

I then was in one of the old apartments. My laptop was there. My mom was wanting to sell it, and the young man who wanted to buy it was there. I told him that it wasn't actually for sale, but I had extra laptop cases he could purchase. I was carrying one, and had two black ones sitting on a table nearby. The first one on the table looked too girly; it had floral-looking patterns on it. We then looked at the second one on the table, which I could have sworn was different, but it was exactly identical to the first. The one I was holding onto wasn't for sale.

I then was on the laptop. I think now I was finally at my current apartment, though it looked nothing like my IWL apartment. I was watching a video of my brother playing some Final Fantasy game. I was watching the end of the game, where a three-headed pixelated Sephiroth boss got defeated. The end screen came up, and one of the heads of the Sephiroth was missing, and blood was pooled on the ground. The background was black. It said "DESEPHIRATED". I thought about how my brother had played this for some gaming website that had asked him to do it, and they paid him for it.

I was then standing next to my friend Charles. There were other people there as well. He was playing the same game my brother had played for money on some kind of handheld system. I was leaning up on him watching him play. I thought about how weird it was that I was leaning on him. He then gave me a look to tell me to get off of him, so I did.

~

I was at the bakery where I currently work. Dallas had just had a performance in a musical that was in the same building. His mom was there, and she gave him a copy of the program of the musical. There was a note written on it that just said "NY". Nothing else was on it. I had thought that I saw some more things written on it. I turned it over, and the back had nothing either. Weird. I then figured out that our nephew, Gary, had written it. Daw. Kinda cute. It made more sense now, at any rate.

I then was trying to write something on the program as a note of when the show took place. I took what, in the dream, was called a "wax gel pen". It looked like an amber-colored crayon. I started to write, but the writing that it made was chunky and illegible. I was trying to write "2014" in the corner. You could kinda tell that's what it said, at least the 0, 1, and 4, but the 2 looked weird. I tried to fix it, but then it looked like the letter G. I also tried writing something else, I can't remember what, but it looked like just the letter W which isn't what I wanted to write. I gave up on that venture.

I then was in the back in an area that doesn't exist IWL at the bakery. I was wearing these huge, rubber black gloves that we use to get things out of the oven. It had a low ceiling, and I had to duck down to move around back there. The freezer was back there. Dallas's mom and Gary then came up. He saw me and I held my arms open for him to come and give me a hug. He ran up and I hugged him tight and for a long time. Gary then wanted to go in the freezer. I didn't want to let him go in there, I think for safety reasons. I opened the freezer door, which had no handle so I had to pull on the side, to let him feel how cold the air was in there. I felt the cold air rushing out. I asked him if he could feel it. He was laughing, and if he responded, I don't remember what he said.

I then started to walk towards the other part of the back of the bakery, the part that actually does exist IWL. I was ducking down still while I walked. When I finally got to the area that exists, I could stand all the way upright again.

~

I was in bed, playing Tomodachi Life on my 2DS. It was morning, and Dallas had already gone to work. I wanted to put it to sleep and stop playing for a bit, but I accidentally did so while still having the game open (IWL, I did this and it totally screwed up my 2DS and I had to get a new one). Crap. I went to wake it back up, and all the sudden, I had a small plate like the ones Dallas and I have IWL with two HUGE red ants on it with a blob of ketchup as well. The ants were alive, and looked to be attached to one another, as if they were mating, but they looked like they were a part of one another; the second ant didn't appear to have a head or anything, just a seamless attachment to the first ant. The first ant didn't appear to have any eyes or a mouth, just two antennae. Ugh. Creepy looking shit. Behind them, I saw two other ants that looked the same, though the first ant on this pair had eyes.

I then realized I was holding the plate, and quickly dropped it. I didn't want to get stung or bitten by these ants. The ants then moved towards the ketchup to start eating it. God, this whole thing was so fucking weird...