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12/24/20

I am working on a late show, I am with 2 older women and Stephen. I mention a movie called "Dead Relations" talking about the dark comedy, I tell them I think Helen Mirin and Glenn Close are in it. I am wrong IWL I believe. The real movie is called Death Becomes Her. We are all walking through the capital together in the rain. Stephen starts giving some monologue on a monument facing a field but the lighting is all backlit and you can't see him that well. One of the aids mentions this and we turn him around to face the light. I gather we are doing a livestream of some kind for a special event.

We are in a car together that feels more like an SUV there are two older women sitting next to me and in the passenger seat and Stephen is driving. I ask him if he's just along for the ride or if we have the pleasure of his company all night. He looks at me through the rear view mirror and says I'm all in it baby. And we are all pleased and laugh at him.

We get back to the offices and there are two ladies working in a small room with their own computer, they know me well. I gather we have a casual relationship and they enjoy when I stop to talk to them. They ask me if I am here to work on a late show and I say yeah we're doing a livestream. They are older and I gather they don't fully understand the concept. I now feel like we are at the white house possibly and in some back hallway office. I am in another room and notice one of the aids has been posting selfies on the work forum and we understand this is wrong and she is divulging secrets to the public. In one of the pictures she is holding her dog.


I am with Obama in some random living room and I gather he is going to play the bass along with some TV program like a karaoke. He gets upset that no one watches him when it is his turn to play.
I only walked away for a few minutes to get something before he started, I only see him play for a few seconds before he stops, saying 'I'm done with this'. He leaves and we all leave with him. I am driving a small futuristic looking chevy volt towards the airport. I gather he is also going to the airport and they are behind me on the road. I accidentally drive in the back entrance which is like a long tunnel/causeway and notice Obama's SUV behind me, they must be taking the VIP entrance.

I know that I am here by mistake. I park my car in the service area where other people are walking. All my baggage and stuff is in the car. I gather it is a rental. The valet is bothered that I left my car there but I am walking around looking for the right place to be. When I find my correct entrance I go back to move the car. The car is gone and I understand some woman just got in the car and drove it out into the vast parking lot.
I am bothered because I have to make a flight and all of my belongings were in the car. I spend some time looking in the parking lot for the car but am never really successful. I concede that perhaps I will only have the things on my person, then I realize I don't even have my phone on me, double whammy.

After some time walking around I am back in the terminal, there are long lines most everyone has a mask on. I gather the flights have all been delayed and there has been a massive error with their computer systems and people are getting irate. I now jump behind the counter to help the only guy who is working frantically trying to alleviate the tension. We are tag teaming fixing a printer while entering in everyone's information manually from a clipboard.

I get to know some of the passengers in the meantime and most of them are kind. I start cutting sheets of paper that are the tickets printed out on long old style printer paper to help the guy out. We are suddenly in the back part of the airport, it is dimly lit and everyone is sitting around waiting. I gather the management has discovered there are several people who are sick trying to board the plane so we have all been quarantined in a back large room while they figure out what to do with us as a whole. I notice there are a few sick people with masks on and showing obvious symptoms.

I stand on a desk with the announcement microphone on a black cord held up. I begin some monologue about how none of us are going to get where we are going because some of us are unwell and trying to travel like everything is normal. I ask if it is really worth it, do other people's lives matter enough to you to not travel. Think about it, if it were your son, or your grandmother, would you sacrifice them just to get on this plane? Please consider other people and choose not to travel if you are sick, if you are sick please leave now if you have the slightest compassion for other people.

Everyone watches me intently and I can tell some people are affected by my talk. I see a small family of four who are all sick with their heads held low begin walking to the door. Another girl who is younger and traveling on her own tells me she will not travel because she isn't symptomatic but she was exposed just a few days ago. I am grateful for everyone who chooses life and the plane begins boarding.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

The world is going bananas and I am at some kind of camp with international people. Sharing a suite with some half dozen people, friends and strangers. Barack Obama is staying incognito with us. At the end of the camp, people are supposed to have a goodbye dinner with gift exchange, but some left abruptly and left their gifts behind unattended. My friends say is not ethical but I secretly pick some packages and go check what they have inside. One has some jewels and I sneak then into my pocket. Outside starts a storm and some solar panels are taken down. A team is putting them back up. Other people are organizing a market sale in a hallway.
We learn that a pandemic started and that's why some people left in a hurry. We are told all the rich people are going to their bunkers. Three old guys I met are going to an abandoned factory in a rural area, inside which they created a sort of inconspicuous bunker. They share their secret with me and allow me to join them. We encounter some rabid dogs at the entrance but we manage to escape inside and shut the doors. But then the guys come running back out because there are also dogs inside. I run to some kitchen and climb on top of the counter, while looking for a knife. I find a heavy wood instrument instead. One of the dogs comes in, but it's a fat bulldog and when he tries to jump up, I slam him with the wood. The dog gets KO so I get closer and touch the dog. Realize it is a female dog. She slowly wakes up and thinks I am petting her, so all of a sudden her attitude shifts. She sniffs me and gets all cuddly. Surrenders to me like a puppy. Then a bigger dog and a puppy appear and she shows them I am friendly, so they friendly too. The rest of the dogs also come one by one and they all become my pets.

I remember having a conversation with Heroes character Mohinder Suresh. I noticed he looked younger than he should, so I assumed I was in the past.

I was sleeping (in a bed, obviously) in a room I didn't really recognize. At some point, my whole family walked by (mom, dad and possibly brother). They're standing by the window, looking outside. I join them, and see an airplane doing cool stunts. I want to grab my phone to take pictures, but to my anger I cannot find it!

I saw a speech of President Obama, on a grassy lawn somewhere (not the White House). He suddenly spoke a few sentences in French. Although he spoke slowly, his pronunciation was spot on. I was impressed.

I was with a couple of colleagues from the job I just got fired from. Our shift leader (Peter Bosmans) was with us. We were in a garage. The idea was, I think, to kill ourselves. I don't recall how. We'd kill each other one by one, with some kind of poisonous injection. I felt it was better to keep living, so I told them this. They didn't seem to have a problem with it, though I did think that if I was to survive, I would have to kill the last of them.

Long dream. I was in a company HQ of a biotech company. There was a zombie outbreak. There was a guy in front of me. He looked pale, and his skin somewhat slimy. He was still lucid/aware. As I feared, he could not contain it any loner and attacked me. I fled, down a ladder? I waited, and prepared my chainsaw. It was a rather small chainsaw but whatever. He popped up, and I chainsawed him. In another scene I was swimming in a dark, half submerged part of the building. I had to dodge mines. I did this by swimming over them so quickly, that the explosions came too late and I could get past unhurt. In another scene I witnessed another man trying to escape the building. He came running out of a room on fire (both him, and the room).
Later on, we found ourselves in a first-floor lobby. Large windows overlooked a sort of elevated yard with flowers and stuff, and then the plaza below, and the streets beyond. Reaching the main entrance below would require us to navigate more zombie-infested corridors, so I broke the window and wanted to escape by climbing down. In the yard, I saw a kid. He was dressed pretty poshly, and spoke in a British accent. He said it wasn't allowed to walk through the yard, and I think he wanted to ask his supervisor for permission. I ignored him, this was an emergency. We evacuated the building. On ground level, I walked with the others past the building and saw the company name: Ichor Therapeutics. This is a real company, lead by someone I know in reality. I doubted for a second. I felt like I had to go back in, as there were still many people lost and trapped inside the building.

Trying to form new habits. First start developing an habit on meditation: zazen and theravada meditation. After this is established i will try to keep mindfulness for the rest of the day (everyday), which will be supported by ADA and self-awareness. I will take this as seriously as i can.

I dreamt many events last night, so i will post the fragments here:

• My mother throws flour on me. We weren't at home, but at a place we were staying... It was uncertain for how long, and the place wasn't ours.
• I go to the bathrooms to take a shower. It was a big room (I think it was located where the primary bathrooms of my college were). There were toilet boxes in the wall in front of the door. To the left side of the door there were like 4 sinks. Some steps more and there was like an empty space in the middle where all the showers were together (like 6) [For description: it was like the gas rooms of WWII where german prisioners walked in for a "collective shower", but this was a shower for real...]. There was nobody in the showers so i decided i would take one myself, but i notice that it was reserved by Obama. After realizing this i see him, fully dressed. I realize that he was on Argentina, and on this school, but i wasn't surprised or anything. I start seeing that more people come in the bathroom, some going to the toilets, some going to the sinks, so i decide that i do not need a shower anymore and i go outside.
• Outside the bathroom there was an event going on, like a festival. The lights shut down and everything is dark. I stay for a while without seeing until some lights come again. I see some kids climbing in some desks, away of this event, so i go to help them. A girl was having trouble to come down, so i hold the desk and the chair and i tell her to climb on me. She nervously did and was safe.
• After that i dreamt something else that is not connected to the previous dreams. I was in a jail, not inside a cell, but where police officers should be. Well, there was no police apparently, many dangerous guys on cells and one drunk bald guy coming in and out of the cells. He had a beer glass and every time it ran out of beer he went in the cells to refill it. He asked me if i wanted to drink, of course i said no (it was home made alcohol..., and who knows what it had inside, besides i didn't want to drink any alcohol at all). After the third, fourth drink he started puring the drink in my head, since he was standing and i was lying on the floor. I wanted to do something about it, but at the same time i thought that he could easily open the cells and all the others would come out and that wouldn't be good (although there was an axe in the floor, beside the drunk man. He looked like Flea of RHCP). However i think i questioned why i couldn't get out of that place (i was waiting for the guy in charge there, so when he leaves i would go with him, but i questioned why i had to do that).
• Then i dream about the future and my family. Apparently the economic measures of this country aren't doing any good to the economics of the members of my family, so each time they are poorer. I dreamt something that supposedly happens about 6 months or a year from now. My aunt from my mother has no electricity on her house anymore, she can't pay the bills anymore and apparently she will loose her house. She barely has anything to eat because there's no work. However we were reunited with the rest of my mom's family, and we were enjoying the moment. My grandfather gave me some pens (blue and green), we were standing on a roof and the place was wide. We could have jumped through roofs (i think there was a big tree with vines, that's why the place felt wide).
• Then i find myself experimenting in a swamp. I had like 2 repelents on water, which repeled some monsters. Those monsters were like dolphins with heads of human and teeth of sharks. If those things caught you, you definitely were dead. But i was on water, proximate to 2 of them, and they couldn't touch me, because of this "net" that repelled them. A group came by with my father in it and i think i showed this to them. First i showed the monsters, and they showed how dangerous they were, and then i showed this device. After that we caught one of these monsters and we chop its head off (it was cruel but that's the decision we took as a group (very stupid to take decisions as groups)). Anyhow she was still alive and with those fierce teeth. Somehow the repellent blanket gets moved, my father didn't notice this and he stomps right on her mouth. Of course the blonde monster head ate his foot. He was asking me to come back, like coming back in time, to the part we were in the swamp. I checked if i could do this and i asked a partner there if he could, but both couldn't. There were 2 options. Going back in time (i was trying CTRL + Z, but i didn't have the keys... i should get away from PC for a while), or deal with this, accept it and start moving on. (This things happens, and even though one doesn't like it, it is of no use to regret or lament, so i try not to from the very beginning).
• Then i was left with the head alone for a while, while the group did other things. Of course i was watching it, and i noticed that it was coming to me (like rolling down). So i grabbed it by the hair and i throwed it up where it belonged again. It didn't stay, it came down again to me, so i grabbed it again and throwed it again. It did the same, but at this time i was already angry. Angry and cruel apparently, because i grabbed the head and started hitting it in the wall. After i was done i throwed it where it belonged and it stayed there, but i think the monster was dead by now...

Review:

I liked the part where i just met Obama and didn't care at all, and walked outside that place which was of no use to me anymore.
I liked the part where i helped the little girl.
I would have liked to question myself about the situation a little more, to avoid uncomfortable situations. Also i would like to develop more the skill of observation.
I didn't like the group decisions. Probably it was because my father was there, but since im old enough now i have to take leadership on myself. I will start to be more responsible for myself.
I didn't like the cruelty of chopping of the head of that swamp monster. It doens't matter if it is evil or not, i don't have any right for doing that, and if i do it is a false right since kamma doesn't work that way. I recognize i was cruel, so if i acted cruel something related to that will come up as result.
I didn't like the moment of perplexity where i saw my father lost his foot. Either i accept it or i do something about it, but at that moment i was stiff.
I didnt like the anger and cruelty that i took on that head. I acted based on that qualities of the mind, and i felt like no control. I should have felt with control, and i had discernment i probably could have stopped, but i didn't. I hope to diminish anger, erradicate cruelty, be mindful even in moments i forget, and develop discernment (with observance and questioning).

Other:

I was navigating through internet, looking for an avatar image. I saw an image on a geiser i had on site before and i decided to change it. I thought about looking for something related to fire, because of Zodiac (although i don't believe on it). However a couple days before (30th July) we talked about how "Ofiuco" changed the signs. So I recalled i was actually Piscis (water) instead of Aries (fire). And i realized that although i like fire i probably feel more at ease with water. So i looked for Piscis and in the images i saw, i saw sirens (the monsters of the swamp were actually sirens, but there were male as well and neither gender were beautiful). After seeing this i decided to write down the dreams of last night.

I did a WBTB and had the longest LD I've had in a couple of months.

Lucid Dream:

I was in what was supposed to be my bedroom. I had been trying to do a WBTB but had been interrupted. Someone had woken me up and made me come out of my room. I was feeling a little grouchy. I really wanted to be able to go back to sleep so I could have a lucid dream. It had been a while since I had been so busy, and I thought that this morning would be the perfect time. I walked back into my room. My twin bed was in the middle of a very small room. There were two doors to the right of the bed. One of the doors (the one that I had walked through) was a sliding door that was grey in color. The rest of the room was light blue in color. There was another door near the foot of the bed, also on the right side that was a normal door that was painted white.

I walked around my bed toward the window on the other side of the room. I could see through the sheer curtains that it was already light outside. Quite light. It would be way to late to try to go back to bed now. I felt frustrated.

I looked down at my right hand. I saw that my ring finger was very short and stubby. It was also fat--more like a thumb than a finger. I wiggled my fingers and saw that it bent more to the side than straight over like the other fingers. What a weird ugly hand I had. Why couldn't I be normal like everybody else?

Another girl suddenly came into my room. I don't remember who it was, but my dream self seemed to be comfortable with her in my room. I showed her my hand, wanting sympathy. Her response was to hold up her own hand. She had a pinky finger that was almost exactly like my ring finger. It was also super short and fat.

HEY!

I know what this means. Duh. Why did that take me so long to recognize that I was dreaming??

But that doesn't matter. I'm lucid now. I need to do some Tasks of the Month. Aaaa....what were they again??? Oh yeah. Look at the sky and hand Obama a baby. And something else, but I can't remember. Well, I'll just start with those two and maybe the others will come to me. Where could I find Obama? No--look at the sky first--that's the easy one. Get that one checked off and then work on the harder one.

So I ran over to the window again. I pulled back the sheer curtains and saw that the sky was a beautiful dark blue with layers of white clouds on the horizon. It was completely normal. But that was okay, it didn't have to be weird or anything to be counted. Okay, not bad. I had one task down. Now on to another.

[There is a transition here and a missing piece that I no longer remember.]

I was in a car with a little girl and her mom. Something had gone on with me and the girl. I think we must have been talking about lucid dreaming. Her mom didn't seem to happy with it. I had been telling the girl to look at the sky so she could do the Task too. The mom didn't want her girl to try to do any "Task". I then made eye contact with the girl and motioned for her to do the "finger through palm" Reality Check for her mom, so her mom would understand that we were lucid dreaming and this was all okay.

I watched as the girl told her mom to look at her hand. She placed her finger on her palm and slowly pushed it though. The mom's eyes got big as the finger slowly came out the back side. I smiled and shugged my shoulders a little when the mom looked back at me.

[Another transition and missing time here.]

I was now flying over a beach. I looked out over the water and could see some very large waves coming in. I saw a crowd standing on the shore. I flew to them and warned them about the waves. I told them that since this was a lucid dream that they all had the power to fly away. I showed them how I was flying and how it was possible. I then grabbed the hands of two young girls and started flying. I didn't wait and see if anyone else flew away too.

The girls were a bit heavy. I told them that they could help us fly better. I told them to kick their legs like they were swimming. And so they did, and at that point we flew so much faster and higher.

We flew for a while and I noticed that I was now in a building. I wanted to do something else. I saw a woman below me that I knew was the girls' mother. I landed and let go of the girls and immediately started flying again. I tried to think of something to so. I saw a guy below me. I wondered if I should kiss him. But as soon as I got close he said very firmly, "No--You won't be kissing me!" Wow, that had never happened before. Usually Dream Characters like me to kiss them--or are at least indifferent. Alright then, fine--I don't want to kiss anybody that doesn't want to be kissed. I would find something else to do.

I flew into another room. There was a younger teenage boy in the room listening to an I-pod. He was too young to kiss. But I realized that his I-pod could give me the opportunity to do another task I had wanted to do. I wanted to listen to a new song from my favorite band Angels and Airwaves--something that they hadn't written yet--something that my mind made up that would sound like them.

I asked the boy to share his I-pod with me for a few minutes. He was okay with that. The boy's mom was then there by him and asked if I was going to play love songs. I could tell that she would not be happy unless I was playing love songs. I told her that Angels and Airwaves had quite a few songs that could be considered love songs. I then started to sing the song Breathe by them: "Don't you know, that I love you..." See, that was a love song. And then suddenly Daniel was behind me and started to sing the words to "True Love" by them. Yes, thank you Daniel for supporting me.

We had them convinced. I looked at ithe I-pod and decided that the best thing to do this was to just expect the song to be there and to push play. But like most devices in dreams it was super confusing.

I couldn't tell how to make it work. I finally got it to play music, but it didn't sound like Angels and Airwaves at all. How disappointing. This would be the third time I had tried this goal and failed. I tired several more times and had no luck. Why was this goal so difficult for me?

I noticed that we weren't alone in the room anymore. A group of saxophone players had come in to the room. Their jazz band was starting to play music of their own. I tried to ask if they would stop while I tried one more time. But they continued to play.

Well, I at least got music. Just not the music I had wanted.


[There is another transition here.]

I was back a the beach. I knew I needed to get on with the Task of finding Obama so I could hand him a baby. As I flew over the people on the shore I scanned it for our president. But a young beautiful black woman held up her arms and waved me down. I knew she wanted to go flying with me. I flew down and grabbed her arm and together we flew back up into the air. I decided to ask for her help. Sometimes dream characters can be very helpful.

I told her I was trying to find President Obama. Did she know where I could find him. She said yes, she could help me. She pointed down to the shore. Below us I saw an older black man who was dressed in a dark suit. He stood out from all the others on the beach who were wearing swim suits. He was not Obama but looked to be a security guard of some sort.

We landed next to him and the girl started talking to him. She obviously knew this man. She told him that I needed to meet Obama so I could complete my Task. He looked at me with a little bit of a skeptical look. But the girl told him that this was my dream. That's why we had been flying. This would be okay. Could he please help me.

The security guard softened a bit at that point. He told me he wasn't supposed to do this, but he handed me his phone and said I could call the president. I looked at the phone. I had no idea how to use it. I handed it back and asked for help. The man pushed a few buttons and soon the phone was ringing. He handed it back to me.

"Hello?" President Obama answered. Gulp. What do I say? But I just spit it all out-- I was trying to complete my Task of the Month and I really needed to meet him so I could hand him a baby. He paused and then told me he was in the middle of eating a pizza. I told him I really needed him to do this. Again, he said he was busy--that he had other things to do that were way more important.

At this point I decided to lie. I told him that this Task was extremely important to do as well. That if he didn't do this something horrible would happen to the world. This was actually a life and death situation.

He then sounded like he would consider meeting me.

But at that point I woke up.

I had two immediate thoughts; I was so disappointed that I hadn't finished that Task. I also had a huge wave of panic as I realized that I had come to the end of an extemely long lucid dram and I wasn't sure I could remember all of it. I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing down key words:

Room, Hand, Girl

Sky

Car, Girl, Mom, Finger thru Palm

Etc

I finished my list. Phew. I was happy that I had remembered most of what happened apart from a few transitions.

And then I woke up. For real.

There was no list. Aaa, I would have to do it again. But I realized that it came pretty easy this time because I had written it all out in my dream. That wasn't the first time I had done this.

Sometimes it's almost painful (and, by this, I mean very very painful) to wake up from a dream where you missed such obvious dream signs. One of my most common dream signs is trying to take a picture and finding the camera won't work. And yesterday I read through the Tasks of the Month and read about the one to hand President Obama a baby. That wasn't one I was planning on trying first. I was going to go with looking at the sky and walking through a wall. But my mind must have remembered the Pres Obama task because it put Obama right there in my dream. It was trying to hand lucidity to me on a golden platter. And I blew it.


Dream:

I was in the place I used to live. Seems like a few family members were there but I can't really remember who.

And all of a sudden President Obama walks in the door. With him are two older Muslim men that looked to be leaders of other countries. One was especially old and wrinkly but still very tall. Obama made himself comfortable on the couch while the two men stood right behind him.

I was surprised to see Obama there in my living room without having any advanced notice (but obviously not surprised enough to do a reality check). I pulled out my phone and asked him if I could take a picture of him because I knew no one would believe me if I told them Obama had come to my house. He didn't seem to care. I tried to take a picture, but I couldn't find the right buttons on my phone. It was as if my phone were completely foreign to me. I fiddled around a little hoping that I would figure it out.

Obama and the men start talking together in another language that I couldn't understand. I decided I wanted to text Jeff and tell him to come and see Obama, not because he particularly liked him, but it's not every day the POTUS is in your house conducting what appeared to be a very private meeting. Again, I can't get my phone to work. Nothing looked right or familiar.

The meeting goes on and on, and I am starting to stress because I want to get a picture or contact Jeff before the meeting is over. But my camera/phone is not cooperating.

At this point I should have gone lucid. I really should have. I practice this dream sign during my waking hours. This is my most common dream sign. It happens all the time in dreams. Most of the time I recognize it now.

But not this time.

The only thing that could have made this dream worse is if I had been holding a baby....or if there was an obvious portal there on the wall.

Finally Obama and the men get up and go outside. I follow them, still messing with my phone.

There are a couple black limos parked out on the road. I watched them all climb in and drive away.

I then woke up.

After kicking myself multiple times I tried to re-enter the dream. But it was too late.

[12:00 AM]

I began the dream with my current roommate (big football guy) towards our apartment, and he remarks on how he's frustrated with work, but I don't believe I really care. I actually think I laugh (in a polite way ), and try and steer the conversation elsewhere (in a manner where I don't have to think about the conversation, and can just say uh-huh as we walk). I make it back to my room, forgetting all about my roommate, and find my sister there. We are about to go to sleep, and tell each other we're going to be lucid tonight. I manage to fall asleep in the dream, and wake up in the dream, where I see my sister already awake, sitting on the bed across from mine. I talk to her for a little bit before I just blurt out "I must be dreaming."

At this point, I don't actually have the sensation that I'm lucid- rather, I dreamed of myself dreaming and being lucid. I believe my sister was also lucid in this dream, and we actually met on the astral plane. She looks at me and then asks me a question; all she says is "birds?" and looks expectantly at me (earlier I had a conversation with HorseLime about what we'd ask the DC that represented each other in our dreams, and I think I had something similar with my dream sister). I think for a while, sputtering out a couple of words, and then settle on "net," as in capturing a lot of birds. She seems satisfied with this and her face begins turning blue. She has trouble speaking, and I think she is choking or not breathing in real life.

I began shaking my head violently in the hopes of waking up, and am back in the room "awake." My sister is again already awake, and tells me she was testing me. She is scared she'll somehow choke in reality, and wanted to see if I'd be able to help her if we could connect on the astral plane. Since our rooms are next to each others in the apartment, I tell her we should knock on the wall in a certain pattern to signal if the other needs help (we did similar things when we were kids, though generally as games and a 3-knock pattern for "911"). She says something along the lines of that being unnecessary, but I respond I am also worried about choking. I'm not sure what we settled with on that, though I do remember feeling happy I passed this test, and I did at some point have a Jesus-like imagery (perhaps I felt like a god).

My mind jumps to a third person view, and flashes around school kids in a privileged school. It was like watching an advertisement for this place, and a variety of different computer science terms were strung together as the ad was playing. My mind eventually jumped to the actual school, and I saw some of the kids who were in the ads. They had a rating system to determine who was the smartest, and I remember the kid who held this title was a tiny Latino guy. My view then jumped to a blackboard where class began, and the teachers (there were two) as well as a student TA began teaching about the use of variables. I got the vibe that this was a pre-algebra course, and that the school prided themselves on their teacher to student ratio. Regardless, the actual teaching was pretty much gibberish.

Later on I was taking a test with HorseLime. I don't remember what it was about, but do remember HorseLime's embarrassment for asking a teacher for clarification repeatedly throughout. I may have teased him about this.

- Fragment: At one point while I was asleep in the dream, I was a ghost chasing my sister like PacMan.

[3:00 AM (?)]

I didn't open my eyes when I awoke, but am guessing it was around 3:00 AM. I heard the girl next door crying and yelling on the phone to her boyfriend presumably. I then had the following dream:

I was on the computer, chatting with Lisa Ann, successful porn star. She recently finished writing a series of books, possibly autobiographical, and I believe I was interviewing her. I don't remember my specific questions, but we seemed to have hit it off, and I got this notion that I was now her pupil. I was hoping for a recommendation with some porn competition, and thought I could ride her success to get a bit farther. At one point, I was on the toilet and I had her stack of books, wrapped in vacuum sealed plastic. I remember feeling satisfaction opening the books, and being amazed by how thick each book was (though the number 80 is floating around as the number of pages of each book). I finish using the bathroom and am aware she is downstairs. I want to thank her in person, as I was hoping for a blowjob. I go downstairs, meekly say thanks for all her help (which she responds, "sure, no problem"), and I leave quickly.

I'm later out on a field, where girls had to line up. Guys in succession were being picked, who then had to pick a girl, pull her pants down, and eat her out. I was waiting my turn, when this big guy who looked vaguely familiar was picked. He picked a girl I knew a while back, #059-354, and I was very grossed out by this fact. I start walking away but as I do so, the big guy decides to pick me up and throw me on the ground, though only lightly as a joke. I try and sit up, but he keeps stepping in my way, and then complaining that I am the one who is causing all this trouble. He finally lets me up, and we do a handshake (with a neat little slide of the palms), and go our separate ways. I didn't like him, but he must've thought we were friends.

As I'm walking I end up in a baseball lineup. I'm waiting in a very long line, and am probably in the 6th position before swinging. I was nervous that I would swing and screw up for the team. Ronald Weasley was standing behind me, commenting the same. I remember #740-9421 was able to hit the ball, and nearly got a home run but fell short. I finally made it to bat, and managed to get a home run my first swing. I was happy, and I began rounding this giant field (not a baseball diamond) that I believe was the same as my middle school field. The people in front of me stayed in front of me as I rounded the field, and I eventually stopped with them at this presentation on the other side.

People were crowding around, trying to listen to some man discuss racism. Eventually the crowd dispersed except for a guy I recognized from middle school dressed in a nice suit, and myself. Before us remained an old white man and Barack Obama, discussing the prevalence of racism. Eventually the white man stops talking, and Obama begins discussing a program that me and the other guy could join, called IO (as in input/output). The guy from middle school began making up a lot of excuses on why he can't do this, and Obama quickly disregards him and looks at me. I comment on the fact that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I would most definitely join this program.

We both then head over to a car, and begin picking up kayaks and placing them on the hood. I again think of a recommendation, and how great it would be to get one from Obama, as well as some great guy in computer science back in my school. After piling the kayaks I get into the car, and immediately feel choked. Part of the car was against my neck, pressing my head to the roof of the car. I loosen it up, lean the car back, and look around. Obama has now turned into a really old white man, and the car we were in was very dirty and unkempt. I don't think too much of it though, and notice a pair of headphones were strategically hanging off of part of the car next to my ear. The radio was playing through this, as well as the car stereo, and I heard snippets of a comedy show blaring out, very closely echoed into my ears from the headphone. Unfortunately I don't remember any of the jokes.

I somehow make it to the backseat and have a bag of trail mix like food. A girl enters through the side of the car, and the old man is sitting there as well (kind of like in the back of a limo, but still very dingy). I offer her some of the trail mix, which turns out to consist of nothing but grapes, raisins, and "watermelon" (it looked like flat sunflower seeds with a watermelon texture). She politely refused, and I pulled out one of the watermelons, which turned into a cookie in my hand. I found some chocolate dip nearby, and dipped the cookie, taking a bite afterward. The girl commented on how sweet that must be.

December 23, 2013

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I was a newbie hair dresser at a salon. All of the employees made fun of me, except for one of them. She was the only one who was nice to me, and we became friends.

But as we were working late one evening, something weird started happening and we figured out that the salon was haunted. One-by-one, all the employees were turning into zombie-banshee creatures, except it was a different type of monster for each person. They resembled the various monsters from The Dark Meadow (Some Examples).

I was one of the last three people left non-monsterfied, and we were running down the halls. The place had turned into a sort of hospital-like place, with long sterile hallways. They had the feeling they should have been brightly lit like in a hospital, but all the lights were very dim, if on at all. It was very eerie.

I'd split up from the other two people left, and I heard them both scream somewhere far away as they both got haunted/possessed as well. So now I was alone, the last one left, and I ran until I was out of breath. The one who was chasing me was one I'd especially despised because she was being super nasty to me. I did something but I can't remember what it was, and she went back to normal. Now, knowing how to cure everyone, I went around finding them all and soon everyone was back to normal, just as dawn was breaking (I know, cliche, right?).

Everyone praised me and I got a promotion, and to celebrate we all went to the owner's house, which was in some kind of huge tree, kind of like the house the Berenstain Bears lived in. One by one we all challenged the owner to some sort of battle; everyone had different types of weapons. I didn't yet have a weapon, so I just watched. But then, when nobody could beat the owner, he called in Obama. He and his family came to see us, and suggested we all settles this with a different kind of battle; We all got into our cars (me in my family's Honda Odyssey) and drove out to a large icy field. The goal was to slide around on the ice and try to ram as many people as possible. Don't ask me how this is a good idea. I woke up after starting my car and trying to slide around a bit.

I'm with B. Obama. It is very nice person and gives us a cupcake. Then he ask for chocolate.
Then I'm coming home with a briefcase and a guy tries to steal it, but I avoid it.
I come home through a restaurant kitchen.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I'm going through a pile of paper with my writings. I carry it to a meeting with a guy who's working on it with me. As he reviews it, Obama appears on a visit to the place we are - an institute or something. He shakes hands with a few persons and then wants to talk to my colleague. I would like to tell him a few things but my colleague really begs me to keep silent. But as we're introduced, we look into each other's eyes and we duel with our minds. He knows and I know, and I know that he knows and he knows that I know.... In the end I feel incredibly unconfortable. Now he knows who I am, shit!
When he goes away, I fly out to the top of the mountain where I meet my mentor and guide. She tells I am right to be scared, because they will come for me, but that is necessary. They need what I have, but I also carry the key to their destruction and it is time to put that in motion.

This is my first lucid dream without any supplements, so this is a HUGE milestone.


Something had happened which had killed me, and I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I went inside a house which exploded as soon as I went inside. I went to another house which windows broke as I got close. I saw someone in there, and I had to tell them that I was dead, and they had to find out who killed me.

The guy was in a panic and about to leave, but then I told him to stop. He started to run down the street but I easily kept up. I forgot what I had been saying to him, but he calmed down. I proceeded to explain how I died and how he as to find out who. (I still knew I was dreaming, I just wanted to have some fun.)

After I told him, I decided to leave and stabilize the dream a little bit. I remembered the advanced task, and decided to try it. I was pretty doubtful but I did it the way CL did and held me hand out, saying something along the lines of "Hello Mr. President." I felt a hand grab mine and I looked back. The first thing I did was laugh cause I was lodging onto an arm coming out of a 15 foot pitch black Obama's calf. I had trouble keeping up with him cause he had a big stride, so I shrunk him (the first time I've ever done anything like that). He soon was the size he should be, and the color. I went in front of him and he for some reason had garbled Obama speech. I pulled my fist back and slammed it into his face. I tried to punch him a lot more but the dream started to glitch up and wouldn't let me. He reacted by making a small little "Hmph" noise and looking like he was about to cry.

Record skip.

I was on my families patio and I had a big toy recurve bow, i decided to try and spawn a quiver in my hand but the dream suddenly became unstable and I just saw a quiver floating in my FOV. I prepped myself for a DEILD but I had a false awakening into another dream.

I did not record this in my written dream journal because it was a nap, because I only had 4 hours for I had to study for a quiz til 4 am then take the quiz at 9:30. Grades are a higher priority than lucid dreaming so I had to skip the entry for now, I'll try to record it in my written dream journal later.

During my nap I had this dream, I was in a taxi cab and me and Russell were going to see Obama in DC, and we were driving the taxi cab. He parked it in the middle of the street then started walking, and I went to hang out with my dad and his girlfriend who were also driving a taxi cab, and my cousin and father were leaving their taxi cabs so my other cousin brooke would just pick them up. After my dad parked the car I had my schoolbooks and papers with me and I didn't know who I would be riding back with or what I would be doing after the speech Obama was going to give (never seen Obama in real life why is he always in my dreams?) so I had my school books and papers and I was going to hide them in Brooke's yard. I didn't know where to hide them and it was at night and although I've never seen her house in real life in the dream it was a normal suburban house and it had a smaller side house to the left of it if you are looking at the house. I was still looking for a place to hide my books and papers when the dream ended.

I completed a few milestones today, as well as having some vivid dreams. I was kind of dissapointed at first but I just kept going back to sleep. I've realized after tonight the less tired you are when you go to sleep the better chance you have of having a lucid dream.

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I went to sleep around 2 AM, I had a horrible dinner which might have had something to do with it. I didn't even really have a dinner except eat a bunch of seven-layer-dip and a chicken wing right before bed.

Sleep: 2:30
Wake: 6:30
Sleep: 6:40

1. [COLOR="#4B0082"] I was in some sort of gymnasium where Obama was giving a speech. It was like a basketball court and then there was a smaller court right next to it so from a birds eye view it looked like a square next to a rectangle.
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[COLOR="#4B0082"] On all sides of the room there were bleachers and they were all full and Obama was on the far end of the square in the room giving a speech. I was next to my cousin Russell and some lady with a baby next to him. After Obama stopped speaking they put on a movie for everyone to watch. Inbetween the speech and the movie the woman with the baby started walking on top of this tall row with her baby and there was like at least an 8 foot drop. The movie we were watching had someone's kid being taken away by child services and I started yelling yea we got someone with the same baby problems over here and I pointed to the woman walking with her baby on the high beam thing. I kept yelling jokes about it and she kept trying to hide her baby, but still kept walking on the beam. Pretty soon her baby was taken away and I was the only one who was clapping as it was happening. Sounds cruel but would you rather have a dead baby? Sometimes I feel like the only person in the room who knows the true consequences of things.
After that the movie kept playing and the next thing I know is somehow I met a guy and a girl on the way back to the cars and my dad was about to leave but he wanted to get "that movie with the rock in it" lol. So for some reason I remember all this is happening at our River house for some reason (my dad owns a river house we have 3 hours away from our normal house) Except in the "dream river house" it's a lot sunnier and theres a lot more bushes and trees and such. And I try to go in the house through this futuristic white truck thats owned by the guards, no real trouble for going in it but it looks suspicious. I realize I can't get through the truck so I go around to the place where the speech was taking place. Two of the guards pass by me (they are soldiers from some african country) and start talking about checking up on the display case, which apparently was in the back of the truck. I walk back to the auditorium building and in the dream it was blank but somehow I'm supposed to know it was a beach on that side, but now that I look back it was just white on that side lol. There were bushes and two wooden beams over a gap where it dropped to a beach down below that you had to walk over. Once I got back to the building the entrance room looked like it belonged to a church, and I met the Jogger guy and the girl I had met before. They asked me what I was up to and I guess I didn't remember what I said before because I said I was going to go watch Lord of the Rings. The guy asked me if I was going to where it was filmed or either asked me where it was filmed, dont remember. But I was saying no it's not around here it's all the way in New Zealand. The dream ended a few seconds after I was imagining on a map my location on the earth, and then like on google earth there was a blue line zigzagging and zooming all the way to New Zealand.
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After this I stayed perfectly still when I woke up, Which is a landmark success lol. However the DEILD did not work as intended.

This was around the time I woke up at 6:30, and I was feeling like SH*T. Because if you read at the beginning what I had for dinner. I had a bit of a stomach ache, drank some water which only made me feel worse. I went outside my room and did some general cleaning for 10 minutes then went back to sleep.

woke up at around 9:30 and nothing happened.. decided I had nothing better to do, even though I was fully awake I concentrated on going back to sleep.

2. [COLOR="#4B0082"]In this dream something happened that made me go on a road trip, can not remember no matter how hard I try. I was driving in my car on the road and the GPS turned onto some back country road, I had to slow down a lot to drive around all the giant rocks on the road, and I realized I didn't have the lights on so I turned on the lights, the lights inside the car worked but the headlights weren't working. Either way I saw the rocks in the moonlight/starlight anyways and at one point it felt like a childs toy car and I just grabbed the sides and picked it up over the rock. Then I thought about how crazy this was and I was like "wait a minute"[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DAA520"]I performed my first ever RC (:banana:yay!!:banana:) and my hands went through each other and I realized I was dreaming. I looked around and everything, even though it wasn't daytime, was still in vivid detail and it felt so real. It felt so much like real life it was that hard to tell the difference. I looked to the side and there was a bigger street and a jeep wrangler drove by and its headlights were shining through the snow into a thick forest/jungle straight ahead of me. I tried to fly but I couldn't get off the ground. Then I realized my dream was fading and I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but it was too late and I woke up.[/COLOR]

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12.18.2012

Organic Chemistry Teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down in a classroom of my old Organic Chemistry I teacher, and she's being awfully mean to everyone.

She's probably stating some things to scare others about how exam results will turn out.

She's wearing a red blouse with a fairly huge V-neck shaped design starting from her neck until midway from exposing her cleavage.

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12.18.2012

I met Obama There (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember mentioning to someone that I met President Obama at some Kitty place, when it all actuality, it was a place near my University.

I was so engrossed with the idea that this place was "Kitty" something something (can't remember the name) that I started to see Obama himself.

But not exactly, just a person wearing a large mask of him. I shake his hand, assuming it's President Obama, and then I tried to be neutral in my comment.

By that, I merely tried to play both sides, Democratic and Republican and simply said what the two sides would say individually towards one side.

Obama responds in confusion,

"Okaaaaaaaaaaay...."

And I leave.

Wow, it has been a few days since I remembered any dreams, but this one was fun, it lasted about a half an hour to an hour.

So in Mexico, I don't know how/why we were there, I get caught by this man, he says Christians can't talk about the bible there. I get sort of mad, and start talking to him for a long time about why I believe what I believe, hearing his background, giving my background. I do not remember the details of the conversation. He told me the reason he hated Christians was because of a few years ago, when Obama was a Senator, he was told a verse from Ezekiel that sounded hypocritical. He then backed it up saying that "it says similarly at this spot in the bible about this." I responded he was quoting from the old testament out of context, and that he should first read those verses in context, then read the new testament before the old. I remember thinking I had been there a long time, then my dad comes in from downstairs, which is weird because I know we were outside, on some benches. Anyway, he starts reading off some Doonesbury comic to me, I listen, but then tell him I gotta go, I say that I hope what I had said meant anything to him, he said he would read the new testament, or at least part of it, but he doesn't expect any change. I take one last look at his face as the dream ends, and I swear to God he looked just like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction.

It was interesting to me just how long the conversation went on. I recited 3 full bible verses throughout the conversation, none of which I have memorized. I wish I could recall what I had said in the dream. I'd like to reference those and see if my subconscious recalled the correct verses or if it was just spewing gibberish.