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I remembered more details about the first dream when I woke up at 5:30 but couldn't find my journal to write it down :c My second dream is being written days later, as I have been too lazy to write it down.

Watcher falling into the river
I have a conversation with my mom and brother about movies, and my mom tells me about this one movie I need to see, something about a highway and a watcher. So I watch the movie, understand what she is talking about, and some things happen that I don't remember. Next thing I know I am standing on a bridge which is part of a highway. Huge semi trucks, vans, cars, you name it come towards me. I am standing on a bridge with a bunch of vehicles coming near, what am I doing? Trying to get myself killed? I have a handheld transceiver in my hand talking to someone about what vehicles are coming near. They come close to me, and I walk along the road to dodge the trucks, and I do this for a few minutes. I forget why, but I end up jumping or falling off the bridge. I see the water coming closer, and closer, and I know I am about to die. I am about 3/4 of the way down and I get picked up by the wind and drift towards the shore. Now it is going to be painful too. The wind carries me into the air, further down the way, and I just keep floating on the wind..I end up landing on a hill with a bunch of stuff on the ground kind of like drops from a player who died on minecraft. Turns out my brother just died here, respawned and see I took his stuff, he throws a fit, and I start laughing hysterically that I landed right there, safe and sound, where my brother was. I think it is safe to say I was insane at this point, then I thought "I can just /spawn to get out of here!"

Stuck in a flooded school

Okay. This is a weird one. There was a 10-12 story building, which I assume was a school of some sort. 5 or 6 people were present, including myself. We were at the top of the building, and I saw this arena where my older brother and a friend were going to do a friendly wrestle. We went downstairs to the arena. Underneath it was another staircase that led to a refreshments spot. I got hot chocolate, and my older brother got hot milk. Someone else grabbed a soda. Then behind the refreshments was something strange.
My older brother hit some sort of a dispenser and the whole room flooded. Someone opened a door and the water rushed out. Somehow the whole building was flooded. I remember walking out of the building with the floors still wet, and someone was dead. If once was not enough, time for a restart! That's right, the dream reset, but this time with a bit more detail. When the room flooded, turns out I opened a grate that flowed the water through the whole building, except for that room. It didn't take long for tons of people to know what was going on. Someone shut off the water, meaning the water just had to drain for a couple of hours. Various times we checked the water level. At one point I looked out the window and saw that there was hundreds of people around outside, as if there was a special event. I caught a view of two women in the nude and got distracted by that for a few minutes, but then there was a dream skip. All of us that were in the building started going downstairs, and everything seemed fine, but we opened a door on the 3rd floor, and a girl that was with us drowned by tons of water flooding our way. We waited it out on the fourth floor for a while longer and eventually escaped. I remember recounting all that happened to an official, and that it was an accident.

Roommates

I'm back at school, hanging out with my new roommates. First, we eat in the dining hall. I run into some awkwardness where I want to grab some food from a station, but there are other people trying to get around me, so I have to stand off to the side and wait.

Later, we go back to the room. There will be five of us living here, so we all try getting into the bed to see if we will fit. We won't all fit if we lie side by side, so I try putting my pillow on one end of the bed, while the four others decide to put theirs on the other. Hmmm. It's a bit awkward with our feet getting tangled in the middle, and also I think it's weird that I'm the only one on this side. I try to explain it jokingly, saying that I'm lonely over here. Someone suggests that my roommates from previous years switch sides, and I find myself hoping that my old roommate will refuse: I'm already worried that he thinks I'm attracted to him.

Later, I wander out into the halls for a while, then try to find my way back. I don't remember the room number, so I try a door at random. There are girls in this room, but also one of my roommates, so I'm not sure whether it's my room or not. I'm embarrassed to ask, too. Eventually my roommate comes to my rescue, telling me it's the next door over. As I go over to that door, I look around at the peeling paint and splintering wood in the building, and I realize that our house kind of got the raw end of the deal when we were moved over to this building.

Videobomb

Spoiler for Videobomb:

A woman tearfully tells us of a movement to capture videos of creatures with various numbers of legs. Probably she cares about it so much because it has to do with being friends with animals, or something. She tells us that there are still NO submissions about animals with seven legs, nor any for animals with eight legs. And there are barely any for six legs, either. She shows us the single submission they have for a six-legged animal. Bemused, my dad and I watch it.

A girl walks into a room with a couch. For a moment it looks like there are two other girls making out nearby, but the video quality isn't very good. "I wonder what that was about," I say. My dad grunts noncommittally. The girl is now setting up a camera aimed at a jar containing an unusual insect. It has a large, angular, black shell, about the size of a walnut. The plan is to remove the jar and try to get a good picture of the insect before it runs away. But when she takes of the jar, the insect scurries more rapidly than anticipated, and the picture she snaps isn't very clear. Her sister comes in to help her chase down the insect to get another picture. The video ends.

Then Dad and I click on a related video, where the girl explains some of the background to what she was doing. But it turns out she just says, "This is what my friend decided to wear to the video shoot," and then pans over to look at a couple of girls making out on the floor. One of them's only wearing the bottom half of her underwear. After a moment, the other girl comes all the way into the shot, and I realize she's not wearing anything at all. Perhaps it's sexy; I don't know, because I'm mortified to be seeing this at the same time as my Dad. I can't quite figure out what he thinks of it.

Gym Activities

[Warning: This dream makes no sense. Lol. I think I was half awake for most of it.]

A muscular announcer has just adopted a new stage name. He's discussing it with another announcer. They're throwing back and forth ideas for other, more awesome stage names that he could have chosen. One suggests "VenusMercury." The man admits he likes that one a lot, but he couldn't choose it because of trouble in some Chinese provinces named "Venus" and "Mercury." A map appears, showing that these provinces are at the western extreme of China. Then the video cuts to a field correspondent, hiking through the mountains in that area. She talks to the camera as she descends into a very, very deep crevasse in the earth. It's so deep that I suspect the video must be fake. Anyway, they reach the bottom, where there are two very long "flat escalators" (People Movers?) running parallel to each other in opposite directions. So you can ride them around in circles. They start doing an activity where the correspondent puts tape on the floor and the other person has to pick it up. Soon other people are playing the game, including myself. There are so many lines everywhere that it's ridiculous to imagine we'll get rid of them all. And you can't just erase them, because they're all outlined in black and you're supposed to leave the outline in place.

After a time, I try picking up another line, but the gym teacher cuffs me on the shoulder. Apparently class is over, and the basketball team needs those lines on the floor for their practice. I stop. I just watch as the team comes in and starts practicing. I contemplate practicing archery. It would be cool to be able to shoot an arrow while doing a cartwheel. There are a bunch of little kids in the room, and sometimes they get in the way of the basketball players.

I try to leave, but through the door there's just another gym. I'm not sure whether to try another door in the current gym or try another door in this new gym. I'm lost. I ask someone where the principal is, since chances are he'll be in his office, and if I walk in the opposite direction of the principal's office then I'll probably make it outside. The person points at a wall, and a green light appears. I know that the light is floating over the head of the principal. So I walk to a door on the opposite side of the gym. Now, I don't like the basketball players, so before I go, I make a bunch of bugs appear on the wall. Ten spiders, fifteen flies (to feed the spiders), and twenty bitemes. Hah! That should keep them busy. It'll probably also make the principal mad at me, but I'll be gone long before he gets here.

The door leads to the back yard of the school. There's a playground nearby, but no one's around. It's a dark, overcast day, and it's drizzling. I walk along the side of the building towards the front.

Bottomless

Towards the end of the women's choir concert, a soloist walks on. I don't recognize her as one of the members of the choir. Her first few notes have pretty bad tone, which I realize must be because she hasn't done any singing yet in the concert (so she isn't warmed up). As the song goes on, she doesn't get much better--although she does have a nice stage personality, so the song's still enjoyable. But eventually she stops and goes into the bathroom. It's kind of dark, so I'm not sure about this next part, but . . . when she comes out of the bathroom, it looks like she's not wearing any pants or underwear.

Dreamer's Tales

I'm reading from a random dream journal on DV. The writer uses a large, boldface font. The basic story is that he's incapacitated the leader of the bad guys, but he's still looking around for the rest of them. Then he realizes that in the time he's been looking, the leader may have woken up again. For all he knows, the leader could be standing right behind him, right now. The DJ entry stops there. I'm delighted to realize that I understand why: the sense of being followed is sometimes scary enough to cause the "Abort! Abort! Nightmare!" response. Overall, I'm impressed with this dream and with the way it was told.

Revelry

My dad is laughing about something he just heard from one of his friends. Apparently, that friend just received a call that his son was arrested in Philadelphia. As far as anyone knows so far, he got drunk with some friends, and they decided to fly over there to watch our state football team play an away game? Either way, it's hilarious.

Gaps

I'm writing in my dream diary when I realize that I'm running out of space: there are some more notes in the diary, below where I'm writing right now. I must accidentally have written on that page one time when there wasn't enough light to see what I was doing. I have plenty more stuff to write, though, so I need more room. I look back at the previous page and notice five or six blank lines on the bottom. I have no idea why I skipped those, but good thing I did! Now I have enough space to finish my entry.

Accio Glasses

I'm home between classes, working on something. When I look at the clock, I realize that it's way past time for me to be heading back to school. Class has already started. Even worse: I just remembered I have a worksheet due today. I meant to work on it during this break, but it completely slipped my mind. Hurriedly, I gather up my things from the room and start towards the door. I notice that everything looks a little fuzzy, and I realize I've forgotten to put on my glasses. I run back to the room in which I left them. They're all the way on the other side of the room, and my sister's sitting in an easy chair, reading a book. I suspect she's irritated about all the noise I'm making, so I try to make a joke.

"Accio glasses!" I say, pointing my hand across the room. That way, she'll realize I'm in a hurry (since I wish I could just summon my glasses, rather than walking to them). Hopefully she'll also think I'm in a good mood ('cause it's a joke), and it'll put her in a better mood (since it's a Harry Potter reference). Anyway, my glasses case rises from its resting place and floats across the room to hover in front of me. It opens, and my glasses float out and unfold themselves. Bemused, I reach for them. But apparently they were expecting me to reach for a different part, because they helpfully dart a foot to one side, causing me to miss. On the second try, I grab them.

Cast Iron

I'm being chased by a wild animal, a bear or something. Right in front of me is an alley guarded by a cast iron gate. If I can climb over the gate, I'll be safe. But the bear is right behind me, so I have to climb quickly. Once I start climbing, my arms and legs suddenly feel like they weigh fifty pounds apiece. They get tangled in the gaps in the cast iron, and I know I won't make it up in time.

I decide to try again. This time, I'm being chased by a gorilla with tentacles on its chin, like Davy Jones from PotC. But it's also farther back and I'm already halfway up the gate. I manage to get over in time. I watch as it runs up to the gate and starts climbing after me. Uh oh. I run to a door at the end of the alley, just a plain rectangle of wood, painted white. It opens inward, but the space behind is almost entirely filled by the door itself. I try to hold the door at just the right angle to squeeze around the edge, so that I can shut the door behind me.

Presentation Day

I walk into my English class, and the teacher says "Let's talk about [insert author here]." I'd completely forgotten about that reading. I remember him assigning it almost on the first day of class, but I thought he would remind us at least once before the day it was due! Apparently he expects us to keep track of everything we should be doing. Which is fine, except that I've failed that expectation. I'm supposed to have read an entire play, but I have no idea what it's even about.

A small group of students goes to the front of the room to do their presentation. Sometime during the course of class, I accidentally scratch a girl's ankle.

I wake up [falsely]. Taking a long, sharp metal stick, I go into the front hall and begin scratching the wooden floor, writing down my notes for the dream I just had. My sister walks by just as I finish writing the name of the girl I accidentally scratched. I notice she's looking at the name, and I'm worried she'll recognize it, or perhaps mistakenly associate the name with someone else she knows, who just happens to have the same name.

Pop Quiz

We have a pop quiz today. One sheet, front and back, short answer questions. There were a few short activities at the beginning of class, but apart from that we have the entire period to do the quiz. Which is a good thing, because I'm having a hard time with it. After what seems like a very long while, I check the time and I see that I still have an hour left to finish. That's better than I thought I had, but it will still be close. Some time later, the teacher (a woman) announces that there are still forty-five minutes remaining. A lot of kids behind me laugh at this. I know it's because they're already done, so they have forty-five minutes to do nothing. Well, good for them, but I know I'll need all forty-five. I keep trying, but I don't finish in time.

After a break, I return to the classroom. One of my high school math teachers is teaching, but he's in a very odd mood. Irritable. Impatient. Sometimes he laughs sarcastically for no apparent reason. He's probably unhappy with the way we scored on the quiz. I try to walk up to him and explain, but he's hardly paying attention to me. Eventually he bursts out, "I'm fed up with"--here he does a violent hand gesture--"mediocrity!" I'm not sure what to say to this, so I settle for saying in an angry undertone that people make mistakes sometimes, and he will just have to deal with it. I go back to my seat. Class starts.

Once, I answer one of the questions he addresses to the class. I get it right. To my surprise, he walks over and puts a jelly bean on my desk. I wonder if he's trying to apologize to me, or if he does that for everyone who answers a question.

Random Video

I've found a YouTube channel that does parodies of and/or tributes to various TV shows. I'm not sure which show inspired the video I'm currently watching. I wonder if it might be Legend of Korra, but of course I have no idea what that show is like. A man and a woman are talking. I think they are (or maybe were) a couple. The man is planning something, but the woman is one step ahead of him: she strips him naked, then tells him that she plans to kill him. Not because they're enemies, but because it is, regrettably, the only solution to a dilemma they've been facing.

The show jumps back in time to explain how the woman engineered this situation. The pair are having another conversation. She promises to show him something if he'll follow her. She also cuts off his clothing with expert use of a whip. He says something about the One Power, but then she reveals that she can channel it as well. The man travels to the location from earlier in the show. As he looks around, the woman appears about fifty yards away. Her arm is raised above her head, seizing something invisible, and it's clear that she got here using the One Power.

The man's chest features some smallish breasts, and somehow this seems appropriate to me. The woman is wearing a white, unbuttoned vest without a bra, and she doesn't trouble herself much about making sure that the vest stays in place. Her breasts are about the same size as the man's.

Frags:

• A vertical antenna capped by a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball sticks up from the middle of a large metal dish. The ball bursts in a sort of molten, fiery explosion. This means we've finally defeated the enemy.

08-29-2012 -- Fragments, nothing but fragments. I don't know what is going on with my dreams. A bunch of nights of incredible dreams of length and clarity and great storylines, and then nothing but fragments. And I can't see anything different about what I have been doing to prepare for sleep on the different nights. Oh well. I don't usually bother noting fragments, but a few of these struck me as interesting, so ...

Something in a hotel, may or may not have been working security. Big, fancy hotel. Lots of time between floors in elevator or on escalators. Stop by fancy restaurant inside. All I can remember.

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In my 2nd bedroom in the Hickory house, staring at a phone wire running about five feet between two spots on the wall. Somehow that phone wire is a train route in Railroad Tycoon (guess what I've been playing a lot over the last few days) and since the phone wire is a double line wrapped together, but only a single wire of it is being used, I am pulling the ends of the second wire free, and then attaching them to the same screws as the first wire. This gives me two train lines between the same cities, doubling the load capability, and therefore increasing the inheritance somebody is going to get from this train route. (Am also afraid I am going to electrocute myself.)

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I'm in a classroom somewhere, sitting at desks and somehow working on some sort of science project. One of the people here is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And there are a couple of nerds presenting ideas they've come up with. Their ideas do some great theorizing about a wide range of scientific theories, but get nowhere and accomplish nothing in the real world.

Somehow I am a super genius, and take each of these ideas, and string them all together to make things that will change the world. Amazing stuff. We're building working models of things, and one of them somehow ejects something at high speed and force, and suddenly one of the nerds has a hole in his chest. I manage to convince him it is not important, and that his body will heal it without any trouble, and to just keep working.

By this time it is a big, fancy business, and not a school room, and we are just getting ready to leave for the day when we're attacked by crooks who want to steal our ideas. We're fighting for our lives, and me, Buffy, and another tough guy (probably a vampire) are easily fighting them off, but they decide to pick on one of the nerds. They shoot at him, and I try to throw myself in front of the bullet, since it won't do me much harm, but I'm too late. He's dying. I think we have to turn him to save him.

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Somehow I am at the beach, out swimming in the ocean (Atlantic, not Pacific) and I've been swimming for some time. I'm coming up on a lifeguard tower about a half a mile out, where there are some buoys stretched out to mark the limits of how far people are allowed to go, and a life guard stationed there to enforce, and rescue those who need it.

I'm not quite there, and I am getting tired, so I swim over to one of the ropes stretching out from the shore to the buoy, and just start pulling myself along it. About this time, I notice my feet touching the ground, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm a half mile out, here. No way I should be able to touch the ground. And I start thinking about the hurricanes, and suddenly realize there must be a tidal wave coming. I start hurrying for shore as quickly as I can.

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I'm in a bedroom, no idea where this one is. I am naked, and crouched by an unblocked window that is very low in the wall, so I am barely covered. The window opens out onto the street, and it is broad daylight, so this is probably not a good thing. Doesn't bother me too much, though. There's an attractive girl here who is also wearing nothing, and I am enjoying the view. A guy walks in, and he is wearing only a shirt, and an I glance down, he seems to have the lower body of a woman. That isn't right! So I take a firm look, and good, the dangly bits that should be there, are there. He takes this to mean I am coming on to him, and he seems to like it and is approaching me, so I have to quickly explain.

Somehow I seem to be watching a cartoon, except it is happening here in the room, instead of on a screen. There is a green and yellow polka-dotted blob-like creature that is trying to rob a filing cabinet in the middle of a building late at night. To see where he is going, he opens his mouth and a beam of light comes out of it. On the wall, you can see shadow outlines of a creature in his stomach (squirrel, weasel, maybe ferret) holding the flashlight. He opens one of the filing cabinets and a mermaid pops out and lands on the ground. She can't speak, and she is using her hands to cover her breasts, so she can't really do anything except glare at the strange creature. For some reason, I think it is J.K. Rowling.

Meanwhile the guy in only a shirt is trying to read my dream journal, and I am trying to stop him. I suddenly realize this is very odd, since I am usually annoyed because there aren't enough people reading my dreams on the computer, yet I don't want him reading them here in real life. He is commenting on how he doesn't want to read the dreams about the Vatican (don't think I have ever dreamed about the Vatican, not being Catholic), and is trying to find a piece of blank paper. I don't have any in my dream journal, so I think I may have to grab some from the printer.

Crocodile

I'm playing with a graphics editing program. I'm trying to make a realistic 3-D model of a tree. I've found some textures and random generation algorithms from various other sources, and I'm trying to see how well they can be combined. For example, the models for the fruit on the tree come from Skyrim. Now, I manage to generate a tree. But it's one of those strangler fig trees from the jungle, and the setting is just a basic North American backyard. Also, the branches sometimes have a weird orthogonal slant. I'm not sure exactly how to fix these problems, short of designing my own textures for a tree, and that would be very complicated. I also notice that there's a thin spot in the middle of the tree--not enough leaves there. I spend some time trying to make an extra branch and affix it manually. The patch looks okay from a distance, but when I enter the 3-D environment and rotate the tree by grabbing a branch and pulling it sideways, it's clear that the new branch doesn't quite connect to the rest of the tree. It's just floating in the air in the right general location.

I look over the white picket fence bordering the yard. My parents are visible through the glass doors of the next house. One house over, a big group of 9 or 10-year-old kids is having a pool party. And on the other side of the fence from the pool is a crocodile. Wait, what!? Sure enough, there's a live, fifteen-foot crocodile sort of hanging upside down off of the fence. I'm both terrified and excited by this. In any case I'm definitely going to stay up here in my tree. There's a guy crouching next to the crocodile, but I'm not worried for him. He's probably from animal control or something.

I call out to my parents. "Mom! Dad! Look, it's a crocodile!"

They open the glass door and come outside. "Oh, have they come to pick it up already?" my dad says. I guess they already knew the crocodile was here. Meanwhile, the kids at the pool party are still busy doing cannonballs from the diving board.

Suddenly, the crocodile snarls at my dad. He crouches, but he looks frantic and confused and there's nowhere to run. The crocodile lunges, and Dad trips backwards over a white plastic lawn chair, which falls between them. Then, to my horror, my mom jumps on the crocodile and tries to wrestle with it. "Shit!" I say, desperately. She should have run. I can't see exactly what's going on, because my mom's back is to me. I wonder if I should try to help, or if that would only get me killed as well. Then I see blood and bits of flesh spilling onto the patio. It must have gotten her neck. "Shit," I moan, overcome with horror at the fact that I'm watching someone die, and that someone is my mother. Somehow, I'm on the ground, and her body lands next to me. There's definitely something wrong with the shape of her neck, and there's blood all over. I wake up.

Math Seminar

I'm sitting in the audience for a math seminar. Absently, I look at the speaker for the first time in a while. It takes me a minute to realize that instead of Prof. S, the speaker is a very broad-shouldered man whom I don't know. He looks very strong, he's in shape, and he's not wearing a shirt. Huh. The man explains somewhat embarrassedly that he's advertising for a company whose logo appears on his shorts. Also, I guess he's the substitute teacher for the math seminar, and he's kind of hoping that we won't talk much about math, since he doesn't know much about it.

This is the second half-naked man I've seen in the math department today. I guess the female undergrads must be feeling pretty lucky. Anyway, after the seminar I walk onto the stage and see that the guy's not wearing shorts now, either, or underwear. He's picking up his clothes and getting ready to leave.

At some point later, I discover that I'm wearing only a T-shirt and underwear, and my shorts are around my ankles. I feel somewhat irrationally superior to the substitute speaker in that I decide to pull up my pants, instead of taking off my underwear like he must have done in the same situation. But I do recognize that I'm probably just jealous.

Math Book

One of my friends in the math department leads me into a side room where the floor is covered in dozens of packets of paper, printouts from various mathematical lectures and books. He hands me the printout of the last chapter of the book I've been working through. When I go back and add this chapter to the rest of the book, I take a moment to contemplate the book as a whole. It's in a very rough state: for example, after I add a couple of entries to the glossary at the back, I notice that some of the definitions end with commas, some with periods, and some with nothing. It will take some work to clean up, but I'm still proud of it. I think I understand a little better the essence of a math book. It's not all about the typesetting and the grammar--it's about the content, and content is what we have.

Piano Lesson

Three of us are sitting in a room, waiting. We're all musicians. A friend of ours is having a piano lesson in the next room. The two others decide to rehearse a tricky spot from the string quartet they'll be playing in the recital. I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, since I'm worried about the noise being heard in the next room. It looks like one of the older adults who's back here with us is about to come over and stop them, but then she decides it's unnecessary. I guess if she thinks it's okay, then I'd better not worry about it.

Frags:

• Playing a platform game of some kind.

Victory

In our last confrontation with this portly, evil wizard, we left him for dead. But something feels unfinished to me, and I decide to go back into his old home to see what really happened. Inside, I see a few grotesque, mummified corpses--remnants of our last encounter. Nothing seems alive. I guess it really is over. But then I watch in shock as one of the "corpses" starts standing up. It's the wizard!

Before long, the mummy effect wears off, and he's back to his usual corpulent self. He explains that he was just playing dead, waiting for me to return so that he could get his revenge. We begin to battle. Somehow I force him to start balancing heavy objects in the air. I keep increasing the weight, until finally after I add a piano, his wizardly powers can't take the strain and he collapses, his powers spent. He's still dangerous, though, and I need to break his focus somehow if I want to have a chance to defeat him. I remember that he keeps a pot of explosive powder on the coffee table--perfect. I knock it to the ground, and the resulting "bang" and flash of sparks give me the opening I need.

Shower Regulations

Spoiler for Shower Regulations:

At this camp, nudity is required at all times in the locker rooms, although there's still strict segregation between the sexes. It's early morning now, and I'm still a bit groggy. I need to go to the bathroom, but my unfamiliarity with social nudity has given me a slight erection, which would make that difficult. I decide to take a shower instead. I consider going back into the main room, but there might be girls in there that would see me naked.

Prank War

A group of younger kids is having a prank war with a group of slightly older kids. Somehow this involves an underground train, and a room behind the tracks from which you can't escape if there's currently a train passing by. In the most recent prank, the younger kids dared the older ones to steal from the adults the supplies needed to make a special kind of warm alcoholic drink. This includes hot coals and ethanol, basically. So the bigger kids sneak into the outer room. They can't see any hot coals, and the adults might turn around at any moment, so they frantically grab a dark rock and some hot ashes, hoping that when they heat the rock with the ashes, it will be as good as a coal. What they don't know is that the little kids were plotting to get them caught.

Frags:

• At some point the words "lucid dreaming" came up, but I don't remember the context and apparently it didn't make me lucid.

June 10

Walking. A campus. Reminiscent of UP Diliman. Early in the morning. Everyone else are nude. But I can't see clearly. I don't have glasses. I think I looked at their sexual parts. The area looked like a sauna, with pools everywhere, although it's a forest-like area. There are a lot of people. They all looked at me like I don't belong there.

I reached a certain pool area, and saw a nude guy climbing out of the pool. Found my glasses. Went back. Now everyone has clothes, and don't notice me.

I was in a house with friends. We were watching a movie. They asked what kind of movie we wanted to watch if there's a grinding noise in the background. A horror movie?

A table. I was sitting beside Elias, to his right. Then his head rested on my head. I wondered if he's trying to let me know what he feels, or if he's just drowsy. Seems both, but mostly drowsy. I carried him to a bed. He changed into someone I don't know. Dance?

The following dream is rated DV-MA. It contains strong sexual content, and is intended for mature readers only.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][SPOILER="The Stucco Tee-Pee"] I begin in my former home, the one I lived in until I was19. It’s a school day and several high school friends are over, hanging out andmaking noise, prior to school time. Outside, I can see lots of traffic, peopleand cars, and it seems like the school is right next door, similar to mycurrent house in real life. The time approaches for everyone to leave, and Ifind I am eager for them all to go so I can have some alone time. I don’t wantto go to school today, and on the spot I decided not to.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My “friends” all filed out of my house, talking andlaughing, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. Thank God, I thought, asthe last one left the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The windows outside were unlike any I have ever had in ahome. There were horizontal bars across the windows, though it seemed like theymight be a couple feet from the house itself, some kind of art-deco design thatI wasn’t sure I liked. Below the windows on the outside were xeriscaped cactusgardens and ground covered with white stone.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought that I might enjoy hanging out at home naked, andthe thought was pleasant, but all the windows in the house were open and un-shaded.Cars were still going by outside related to the school traffic and I didn’twant anyone to see me just hanging out in the nude, so I figured I would wait.To make the time more stressful I felt as though someone were still in thehouse, possibly my mom, the last person I wanted to see me wandering around thehouse nude.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked towards the east side of the house, still indoors,and then walked to a side window. I could see the front yard towards the street,and immediately I became concerned. There was a space of land between my houseand the neighbor’s house, land that wasn’t fully used or developed. Towards thefront of the land three fir trees had been erected, each about 15 feet inheight, along with a sign which I presumed denoted the formation of some kindof parkland. I became angry, bothered that the city and the neighborhood dogwalkers had somehow managed to create a dog park between our two houses, anunwelcome use for this tiny piece of land. It would mean strange people walkingright outside my house at all hours leaving little piles behind to indicatetheir recent visit. Ugh, I shook.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I made my way a little farther towards the rear of the houseand somehow managed to exit to the outdoors, though there is not a door on thatside of the house. I strolled towards the front of the unused strip of land,hoping to get a little more detail on what was going on. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A noise caught my attention and I looked back to my house, lookingup to where I had heard the noise. The house was now grey, very long, and threestories tall. At the very back of the home was a high lookout, or upper deck,perched on the back of the house and covered by a roof. A set of stairs ledbetween this outlook and a rear entrance to the home on the third floor, and itwas here that I spied one of my close friends. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What are you doing?” she asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Nothing, “I said. “I’m just looking around and gettingready to take a pee.”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To this she did not reply, and I tugged at the zipper on mypants. I abandoned any desires that may lie towards the front of the house andinstead walked along the strip between my house and my neighbor’s home. I haddecided to use his outdoor bathroom, and it was close in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My neighbor has constructed a very elaborate outdoorbathroom. Picture a wide and tall stucco tee-pee, almost the color of curryspice, open on one whole side. The opening faced the back of the house, a clearview into the windows of the home’s dining room. At the back of the tee-pee isa large, raised structure, like a cartoon volcanic crater, except the sides arewide and smooth, and also made of stucco. This is the toilet, a wide perch tosit on while doing one’s business. The view from this ‘pot’ is expansive, andalmost feels like it is designed to be the center of attention. Around thewalls of the tee-pee a low bench is constructed which blends into the stuccowalls. Everything about this “toilet” seems designed for people to come andwatch whoever is using it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed I can see the silhouette of my neighbor inside hishouse. At first I’m not sure it’s him but then I see him moving about and it’seasy to tell the shape is that of a masculine head. He is seated at his diningtable, and doesn’t seem bothered that I am using his toilet. In the dream it wasapparently a normal occurrence for me to use his toilet.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I perch myself on the top of the (basin) and take down mypants. I am suddenly male in this dream, and I pull out my penis, which seems alittle larger than normal. I wonder to myself if I could reach it and I find Ican indeed, placing the tip between my lips and licking my own member. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, check out what I can do!” I shout to some unknownfriend passing by. “Hey.” He just ignores me, either not interested in what Ican do or too polite to look. I shrug it off as they disappear from sight, notdisturbed in the least.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing my ability to control elements in my dream I makemy penis bigger, longer, allowing me to enjoy more of it in my mouth. I cantake in a large portion of the length now, and the sensations are likewisestronger. My results are satisfying.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and see that a dinner party is going on in myneighbor’s house, and a woman is setting the table. Her dress is black withwhite polka-dots and her hair reminds me of an early 60’s housewife, short andblack with some nice curls and waves to it. The windows which previouslyallowed me to see in have been replaced by double-doors, which are open, andthis is how I am able to see her so well.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Should I stop? I thought to myself. No, they don’t mind, andI’m enjoying this. I want to go all the way. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have two hands on my shaft as I continue to suck myself,the thickness and fullness feeling good to my hands. Additionally I am able toenjoy the sensations I experience through my penis, and my arousal couldn’t be muchhigher.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and again I see more people, guests of the dinnerparty, and I think they are aware of my presence because they move to close thedouble-doors, an attempt to prevent the children in attendance from seeing myactions. The doors close, and I am left alone to enjoy my pleasures.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue mouth-stroking my penis, and the sensations arebeginning to build. I really want to have this orgasm, and though I’m notalways super keen on taking a load I find that this time I want to feel it inmy mouth. I want the taste, the feeling of shooting into my own mouth, thedouble-sensations I experience as a giver and receiver of extreme oralpleasure. I want it all.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m almost to the point of orgasm, and I can feel theswelling of my member as it gets ready to give up its seed. I nearly achievethe over-the-edge moment but it passes without release, and the tension easesup for a few seconds. I don’t want to lose this so I strengthen my efforts,tightening my grip and squeezing myself with my lips a bit tighter. I canimagine how it will happen, and I’m so ready for this experience. I am soclose, and again the feeling is building to near the point of true release![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up. :([/FONT][/SIZE]
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Up a little late last night, and the night before. My sleep patterns are out of whack again, so my dream recall is suffering. Here are some bits and pieces that I can remember.

Various fragments

I am outside with a group of people. We seem to be explorers or adventurers. Our quest involves crossing mountains and/or big buildings in a city. It takes forever to get to the other side, and I am exhausted by the end. We go into a hospital, and I decide I want to take the elevator to the top floor and look back at the distance we just covered. I get into the elevator (hospitals and elevators are both dreamsigns, but I don't remember to do a RC). As I am riding up, I seem to lose my clothes. By the time I reach the top I am completely naked, but I don't seem to think much about it. I crawl out of the elevator, which has shrunk to the size of a small box. I end up in the sink of another hospital room. Or the elevator may have turned into the sink...

... I am at a wedding. There is some tension here that I can't quite remember. I do remember that I had to use the bathroom, and there are two bathroom doors side by side. They both say "men", but I know that one of them is actually the women's restroom that has lost the "w" and "o". Someone comes out of the door on my right, but he/she is so ugly I can't tell if it is a man or a woman. Somehow I decide that this is the men's restroom, and I go in. Immediately inside the door I see that the two restrooms are connected and I peek around the corner of the division between the two sections to make sure I am in the right place. I assume that I am, because there is only a stall in the other half, and there are urinals in the half I am in. I set about finding a more private section of the restroom with a toilet that can't be seen by passers by (I am always having to do this in my dreams. Another obvious and yet failed dreamsign.) I find a nice one that not only is in a stall (more rare than one would think in my dreams), but is also blocked from view by an even larger toilet. There are several toilets to each stall here.

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in the parking lot of the office complex where I work. I suddenly think: I distinctly remember going to Toastmasters yesterday morning, then to work, but I haven't had any time off work since then. [I go to Toastmasters on Friday mornings, and I have the weekends off.] How did I get here? I'm here out of sequence, and I don't remember coming here. Oh, s*** – I must be dreaming. I pinch my nose and can breathe. Yep, I'm dreaming.

I decide to climb the outdoor stairs to the back door of my office. It only takes me four strides to get to the top of a staircase that I know has 14 or 15 steps. [Again, this was an example of that dream phenomenon where you focus on arriving at your intended destination and quickly arrive there, having “fast-forwarded” through the act of getting there.] I figure that the door is probably locked because it's not business hours, so there shouldn't be anyone inside. I attempt to use my dream ability to become intangible and walk through things to get into the office, but it doesn't work. The door remains solid to me. However, I quickly discover that the door is, in fact, unlocked, and just open it. [Apparently, my brain likes to do things in the simplest way possible.]

The office looks exactly like it does in reality, except that there is a large, round, pink toy Jigglypuff sitting on the reception desk. This makes me laugh. [In real life, that desk is decorated only with pictures of the occupant's kids, who are now young adults, and some artificial plants. The occupant would never even own such a thing, much less display it on her desk.] I think, That's a random thing for my brain to put there!

I wander into my boss's office. There is a small, clear plastic bag of broken crayon pieces on his desk, mostly blue, orange, and green. It makes sense for them to be there, because he has young children. I pick up a crayon piece and contemplate eating it, but I think that that wouldn't be very nice, because these crayons belong to the boss's kids. Then I think, The real $Boss is never going to know, and pick up a small piece and swallow it. As in my previous lucid, I can feel it, but the sensation is weaker than it would be in real life.

I go back out to the main room, where the reception desk is, and stand just to one side of it. I hear my boss's voice as he comes up the indoor stairway. Then my boss comes into the office through the front door, followed by his entire family. I'm naked [as I have been throughout this dream, but I haven't felt the embarrassment that I usually feel in my dreams that involve nudity]. At first I stay where I am, thinking, I don't mind if he sees me. It's just a dream, after all. But the force of the social taboo overwhelms me, despite my conscious effort to resist it, and I try to hide behind the reception desk. He doesn't appear to take any notice of me at all.

I run back out the back door, down the stairs, and into the parking lot. I see that it's nighttime. I say aloud, “Well, I can bloody well make it daytime!” I attempt to change the dream scene from night to day by closing my eyes, turning in a circle while thinking about what I want to have happen, and then opening them again. It doesn't work. It's still nighttime.

Then the dream shifts. It looks like the new scene is rising up from behind the foreground of the first scene, then replacing it. [That's the best I can describe it; I don't remember the transition really well.] I say, “Cool!”

I'm now indoors, in a portable classroom filled with school desks. I'm wearing regular clothes again, too. There are students and teachers here. One of the teachers starts singing “Amazing Grace,” and I sing along. We sing the entire first verse. I think, Cool. I've been wanting to sing an entire song in a dream. I know there' s more than just that one verse, but I feel like I've accomplished that goal.

The classroom starts to fly. It flies over a cityscape that I know is in China. We're heading out toward the ocean.

[There was another dream scene after this one, but I don't remember much about it. I know it was indoors, and I think it involved me and my mom searching for and trying to identify the perpetrator of a crime.]

[This is a catchup post. These dreams are from the night of July 15-16, 2011.]

I'm at a high school football game between my high school and another school called Bell High School, which has white and purple as its school colors. [I'm sure there is a real Bell High School, but I do not know what its school colors are in real life.] At halftime, both school's marching bands combine to perform a semi-rehearsed field show together. It's based on my high school's field show from last year [which I didn't even see in real life; within the dream, however, I recognized the show I was watching as being based on the show they had done the previous year]. Although I could go out and join in performing the show if I wanted to, I just watch it. I would have known how to perform most of the show I'm watching if I had been in marching band last year, but I wasn't, so I don't. Besides, I don't have my clarinet with me. The show involves pushing low, wheeled wooden boxes around on the field and crouching down to hide behind them.

[Different dream.] I'm walking around in a public space naked, hoping not to be seen by anyone. [Yes, again. This time,] I'm in an enclosed, single-story retail mall with a tae kwon do studio in it. [At one point during the dream,] I have some sort of blanket or piece of cloth that I clutch around my body as I sit down against a wall in a hallway. There are people I one of the shops I pass through [it looked like a cafe], but, thankfully, they don't seem to take any notice of me. [There must be some unresolved issue somewhere in my mind. This dream has been recurring a lot as of late.]

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of June 27-28, 2011.]

I'm creeping around a parking lot, in the nude. [This has been a recurring circumstance in my dreams lately. Why is that, I wonder?] I'm trying to get to my car without being seen by anyone.

I'm in a room with a small stage, with a full set for a play on it, where people are rehearsing for a play. Nobody is playing the part of Morgan, so I jump in to play that role. In the play, Morgan is a little girl who watches her mom get murdered right in front of her, in their home. The mom is lying in her bed, and the murderer is some guy who shoots her with a rifle while she's lying there. As I'm acting out Morgan's part, I scream and shriek horrifically in reaction to this, and I start crying real tears. When the scene has ended, I tell the director of the play and the other actors that I'll probably really cry every time we rehearse this scene, but then I take it back, saying: “Even I know better than to do that. If I do that, then I won't have anything left for the performance.”

I'm riding in a car with my parents. We're discussing the washing instructions for a baseball cap that my mom has. They say to 'show' the cap to dry it, and I explain to my mom that the intended meaning there was to 'display' it, e.g., to leave it sitting out to dry. We also discuss how my mom recently had to have the password for some online account set, and in order to do that, they had to ship a packet of papers containing the printed password from Florida to somewhere else on the East Coast.

I'm in a big, cathedral-like building where a lot of people have gathered for a religious service, or a performance, or something like that. We've given everyone a password so that those who want to [and who have laptops] can log in to a Web site to see what's really going on behind the scenes of what's happening in front of them on stage. Apparently, the service/performance/whatever-it-is has something to do with Inception, because I have a printed book that is a dictionary of its characters, items, and concepts.

[Fragment] I'm taking all the bedclothes off my bed, and I realize that what makes my bed so soft and comfortable isn't the mattress itself, but the mattress pad. [This has been a concern of mine in real life lately, pursuant to my upcoming move to a new place with a new mattress.]

I'm in House #1. [So much for recognizing dream signs... :/] I look through a window that looks out onto the patio from the side opposite the dining room [um... in real life, that would be the bathroom window, from which such a view would be impossible...] and see that there's a wasps' nest hanging from the eaves outside the dining-room window.

I'm in the garage, and I say goodbye to P. There are two cool, old, red, elongated, flat-topped cars there (one might have been a convertible). My parents are taking me out somewhere, but I haven't been able to find anything I want to wear, so I'm only wearing my royal blue bathrobe. [I used to have this robe in real life, but I don't anymore.]

[Dreamskip.] I'm driving the brown car into the parking lot where our hair salon and the OSH hardware store are [back in our old town]. I'm naked, so I try to crouch down so that the other drivers around don't see me. When I try to park, the driver of the car that's parked crookedly in the space next to mine decides to back out and straighten his parking job, coming close to hitting my car, but narrowly missing it. I cower in my seat, frightened. When the driver gets out of his car and comes over to talk to me, I look down to check the arrangement of my blue bathrobe, which I'm suddenly wearing again, and make sure it's covering me decently. The other driver tells me that he didn't hit me.

Then, four young boys (10 or so) come to my car and start pestering me relentlessly, climbing in it and all over it and talking to me loudly and annoyingly. I yell as loudly as I can at them to GO AWAY. I'm surprised that I'm capable of yelling with that volume. After I yell at them like that about three times, they finally go away. I'm trying to keep my blue robe on and maintain my modesty, with only partial success. I continue to do so once I've moved from my car to a patio table on the sidewalk outside the hardware store. [I don't recall getting from one location to the other.] People pass me by on the sidewalk as I try to keep the robe up. Next to me on the sidewalk, B.W. and his chorale friends are getting dressed for a performance.

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Side notes:

This was an interesting twist on a classic anxiety dream. It featured the common dream scenario of being naked in a public place and ashamed of it, but it combined that scenario with two stressful occurrences from my waking life: a minor car accident in a parking lot, and the very spirited all-boys class I've been teaching once a week. In the dream, I yelled more loudly than I ever have in real life. Do I unconsciously wish I could yell that loud in reality? It's a plausible hypothesis.

Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in dream!Las Vegas. At some point [I don't remember when or how], I realize that I'm dreaming. From the top of one of the lower, more square buildings, I admire the view of the city around me, with its many tall, themed buildings. “Beautiful day for it,” I remark. It is indeed: sunny and clear with a few puffy clouds.

Looking down and to my right, I can see a big, broad swimming pool. I say, “There's a pool, if you're into going swimming.” I'm not that much into it, myself. [True in real life, too.] Nonetheless, I find myself swimming in the pool at some point, once again naked. [I don't know why dream!me likes skinny-dipping so much. I've only ever done it in reality when I was totally alone in our backyard spa.]

Later, it occurs to me, “Just let yourself drift... drift...” I start floating upwards off the ground, very slowly, not really flying, just sort of drifting away. [Clearly, the subconscious influence of the wording of the “Hypnosis for Sleep” audio recordings was at work here.]

I eventually end up in a grassy field where hundreds of golf balls are flying at me in a thick, fast, continuous onslaught. I firmly determine in my mind, “This is a dream. I'm going to let those golf balls go through me, instead of hitting me.” It works. I feel one of them bounce off my shoulder, but it doesn't hit nearly as hard as it would have in real life. I don't feel any of the others touch me at all, so they must be going through me. [Awesome! I finally convinced myself that I can become intangible to objects in the dream world! I'm one big step closer to walking through a wall without leaving a hole in it now!]