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My husband and I were on a vacation together, staying in a hotel that had a creepy manger. He was our age or older, and had a thick head of bushy brown hair and giant dark piercing eyes.
He was acting inappropriately towards me, in a very threatening way when no one else could see.
At one point I had to go back into the room with a key, to get additional clothing, headphones or earbuds, and [my?] wallet and the creepy manager was there, and I couldn’t find all of the things I needed before I felt like I needed to escape.

It was hazy and darkish and I was walking down a small alley/road with my dog and saw I saw another dog behind a fence that looked like her only a different color. I knew they had once known each other, or were siblings, and I wondered if they recognized each other; they seemed to.

My husband, creepy manger, one other guy and I were sitting on lawn chairs facing the ocean
It was sunny and warm
We were watching strange crustaceans and cuttlefish on shore, interacting with one another.
At first just one, but then all, began changing colors. Beautiful iridescent sparkling colors that faded into one another. I became lucid when I thought about how strange it was. The dream quality diminished instead of enhancing. The background with the animals froze, and things were dimmer all around. The people around me were still talking. I felt hesitant to fly or do anything too intense because it felt like I was about to wake up. I tried to interact with one and soon either woke up or lost lucidity.

I was driving a car with my brother in the passenger seat. The car started sputtering, and my brother gave me a look that said this happens all the time.
I pulled over near someones house and parked haphazardly.
People came out of the house an accused me of ruining some of their lawn ornaments. I apologized, and a younger woman asked me if I wanted coffee or tea or anything.

Thoughts:
The hotel part is similar to another dream Ive had recently—having to go back into the hotel rom with a key to get additional items while trying to avoid/not trusting the manger. Hmm. I need things, from an area that is supervised by someone I don't trust. I'll have to think more on this. Im not sure what ocean animals signify...perhaps deep-seated memories or creative ideas? And finally, I am in the drivers seat, although my car breaks down. Of course. I don't feel like the best example for my younger brother perhaps?

I accidentally dropped two library books into the ocean. Actually one was accidentally kicked in by my niece and I tried to catch it but couldn't. I was on a large ship in the middle of the ocean and I was afraid that the water was too deep for me to retrieve them. I was worried about how I was going to return the library books.

I was floating in an ocean in mostly darkness, although I could see below the surface of the water. I could see my legs moving to keep me afloat, and a long rope attached to me, via my waist I believe. On the other end was a camera. I was part of some experiment for me or an unknown identity to explore depths of this water.

Later:
I reunited with an ex from my distant past. I'll call him Jake. My first memory of the dream is Jake and I laying in bed in the morning, sitting up with our backs propped on pillows against the wall. We were talking, and Jake said, 'Don't go falling in love right away.' I was not in fact feeling happy I was there, and felt like perhaps I had made a mistake. I said, 'I'm not, don't worry.' Jake looked hurt, and I realized he had actually seemed very happy we had re-connected, and maybe I had hurt his feelings. We were on some kind of trip, and we were leaving this day. I packed up, and Jake didn't talk to me much. Randomly my mom was there, as well as my step-dad, accompanying us on our journey home. Next we were in a car with a young version of my bio-dad driving. I was in the back, Jake in the front. He said, "We need to talk later, and I hope you remember what you promised me back [at the bleachers? football field? I have a vague image in my mind of what he meant, but I don't remember what he said]. I also didn't remember what I had promised him and I felt a little nervous, and a little like a jackass and I thought I was probably ending things once again with Jake and he would hate me.

Next Jake and I (and maybe my family?) are in a grocery. I have an old, ragged roller suitcase. I stand next to a store employee and notice a crow at his feet. The crow is eating tiny crumbs of debris from the floor. I laugh to the store employee and we both agree the crow is a great little helper (keeping the floors clean). The crow begins to peck and tug at my suitcase, but I don't care because it's old. Then without my direct recognition of this in the dream, the crow is a dog, like an Australian Shepherd, and we are playing tug of war with my suitcase.

We stopped at a small Bed and Breakfast, my mom and her husband resurfaced. They showed us the rooms we would be staying in. The entire Bed and Breakfast shared one kitchen. I didn't like this idea but I wasn't too bothered because I knew we were only staying one night. It was a cozy place, like a grandmother's home. Jake, an older man [replacement for my Dad and Stepdad?] and I sat around the kitchen table. Jake was talking about how many horrible people there are in the world. I said, 'But there are lots of great people too,' I start to mention how I also think about how everyone was once an innocent child, but Jake seems not to care what I have to say. A baby crawls into the room and spills a small amount of soda on the rug. I laugh and the baby giggles, and I teach it how to clean up the spill. The baby, clad in a diaper, seems to only be around 8 months - 1 year old. I ask Jake and the man if they have seen that funny new Hitler movie. 'You know, the German one, where Hitler time travels to present day after he thought he killed himself? It's really pretty funny in some spots."


Thoughts:
The ocean beginning seems very obviously symbolic of me looking deep into my emotional past or sub-conscious. I can also see how it is a well-executed prelude to the following dream. As far as the 2nd dream, I have been dreaming rather frequently about various exes, and finding myself stuck in relationships with them again. I'm afraid this says something about my latent insecurities about my marriage; aspects of it that remind me of things in past relationships I didn't like, or things about myself that I don't like. In waking life I am very happily married, and although my husband and I are working to better ourselves, I suppose I am looking forward to a time in the future where these things have changed.

I'm with a male friend. Someone has sent him a text to ask him what his plans for tonight are. He asks me what our plans are. I tell him that I have no clue and that we can just wing it. He's not very fond of the idea. He wants to have a plan. We're walking towards his room. First, there is a front door that needs to be opened. He has hidden the key somewhere off to the left.

Next thing, I'm lying on a mattress with my ex girlfriend. We are lying next to the sea, parallel to it. The view is absolutely amazing. This is the life. I'm trying to take some pictures with my phone, ducking my head underneath some power cables. My ex touches one of them. Don't! She's fine. The cables run to a small platform in the water of just a few square metres. The platform is several metres lower than us, judging from the angle of the cables. My ex starts laughing and wonders why that platform would need power. I tell her it's to turn on a lamp. I've seen it up close. I feel like the power cables are sagging more and more. It's reached the point where I can't get out from under them anymore without touching them. I put a small pillow on my head and hope it's not too conductive. It works. I'm starting to feel like the sea is getting closer. GET UP NOW! I throw the mattress onto higher ground, into the bushes, where it tumbles and falls down on the other side. We're suddenly standing in the water. My phone is being swept away. It's floating on the water. My ex was too slow to retrieve it, so I take a go at it. I think for a moment of taking off my white thermal shirt with long sleeves, because it will weigh me down once it's wet. I've already gone halfway, but I decide it will take too much time and go after my phone. I manage to retrieve it. I then breast crawl back. In the mean time some guy on a jet ski arrives. My ex hops on it and I grab a hold of it at the back.

Dream - Lucid

I was looking at the ocean. There was a big boat with my friend Tara on it. I needed to breastfeed my baby, and she did it for me? Not with her own milk but with mine? I then saw a note in front of my eyes saying "breastfed this cycle". I then saw myself in the ocean, topless, with relieved, unengorged breasts. I made a joke with Tara saying it couldn't have been the baby who relieved my breasts, so it must have been her. She was not at all amused by this joke; she got super pissed.

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I was at an amusement part, Disney World I believe. I wanted to go on all the rides, but knew I couldn't go on any crazy roller coasters since I'm pregnant. I thought maybe I could go on some milder coasters or simulators instead.

Dream skip. I was outside with this GIANT ladder. It was super tall and had a platform to stand on and look out on the top. I was carrying this ladder. I put it down. Something about my dad and me climbing it. I had gotten to the top at some point.

I then remember being at the bottom and feeling a little bruise on my butt. I pulled my pants down to look, and I had a HUGE dark bruise between my right buttcheek and leg. I "remembered" it was from falling from the ladder at some point.

I then remember seeing it snow. It had stopped earlier after a dusting, but started again; I saw it sticking to the roads. The sky was grey.

I then was alone in the snow with the ladder. I was putting it down to climb it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to put it down and have it stay steady for me to climb. I was sinking it into the snow-covered ground, hoping I could sink it in enough to hold it in place. I kept feeling like it wasn't steady enough, and couldn't tell if I just had it sunk into the snow, or if it was sunk in the ground. The bottom rung was covered in snow, and some guy made a comment about it, like I wasn't supposed to skip that rung. There wasn't much I could do though, as it was snowing. I started to climb. I was terrified, but I did it anyway (IWL not a fan of heights). It felt steady enough. I kept going higher and higher. At some point, I remember starting to climb down.

Dream - Lucid

The water levels on Earth were dropping. I saw the world from a space view and saw that the oceans and rivers had greatly dropped, exposing more land. I thought about how that would impact our vacation, as the increase in land would increase our travel time.

I then saw a zoom out of my uncle B and his deceased ex-wife running on what looked like a beach, but the water was gone; all that was left was dampened sand.

At some point, I saw myself in the mirror with so much more stomach fat. It was hanging down. I noticed my legs looks fatter too. I was messing with the tummy fat.

In my notes, it says I saw inside the ocean and someone fell, but I don't remember this part at all.

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Something about some weird movie/game. Someone got their arm chopped off at the elbow. I didn't want to see it, but it was part of the movie/game/whatever.

Then something about my friend CR playing a computer game of herself? I started playing, but named my character "Kourt". I introduced myself to someone, a littie boy, as Kourt, but then corrected myself and said Krista, as to not confuse the child.

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I was outside my old friend CC's place in her back yard. It was so bright and sunny outside. I was watching her neighbor, RB, throwing and bumping around a (volley? soccer?) ball in their back yard with two others, two guys. I watched for a long time, and then I started to wonder where her brother was.

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Nap today: I had a weird half-asleep thought/dreamish thing of being in our new place and thinking how easy it was to confuse the words kitchen and chicken. I thought...kitchen nuggets...

+I remembered a lot of details when I woke up, but it feels impossible to write out at 3 am. So here's what's left: I was watching Long Lost Family and there's a story about a man who was looking for his twin sister and turns out, he's been married to her! It shows a photo and I realize I have that photo hanging up in my office. I realize that it's my paternal grandmother's brother. Even after they found out, they didn't separate and they continued to have kids. They were madly in love. I wondered if it had anything to do with the concept of genetic sexual attraction I've heard about in adoption cases.

+I'm sick and I'm stuck inside a basement room. I'm staying with P.P. but she up and leaves abruptly. I ask what she wants me to do with all her stuff and she doesn't seem to care, but we agree to meet up again and take care of it. I get a message on t.v. that L.S. is thinking of moving back to Florida. She sends videos of herself hiking on the mountainous freeway in Washington in the snow. I see a semi truck coming at her and think, "That's just like my dream last night!". I hope she hasn't left yet so we can get together first. I call someone and complain to them I'm sick, my roommate left, and another one of my friends is thinking of moving away. They pick me up and I insist that mangos will make me feel better. An ice cream shop guy gives me a scoop of green ice cream that is very bland and clearly not mango. He makes me eat it from my hand. There were a lot of guards by the door on our way out. They drop me off at a grocery store and a man in a truck cat calls me so I ignore him. As I shop I notice him following me. I try to evade him. A man asks for advice on milk and is very grateful for what I have to say. After he leaves I find him again to make sure he intended to buy chocolate milk and not regular. He did. Somehow I get back to my real bedroom and my hands are asleep. I start crying and my husband tells me he's not going to try and have sex with me because I can tell I've been through a lot.

+Traveling with DB. We go to a snowy mountain where A and I snowboard without a snowboard, just our feet. I clipped her heel and we both fell. The snow was really strange, like artificial with the consistency of dried shaving cream. I asked about it but nobody could explain it. We got on a plane and flew over California. You could see from the plane that California extended out over the water beyond the rest of the western states. The plane detoured and took us to a hotel we all had to stay the night at. I was extremely upset. I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to stay at this weird hotel with all these people. A immediately called dibs on room 333 and that just upset me even more. She knows that's the room I want. I settle for 345 because it's on the top floor and an end, so it'll be quiet. It's a bright yellow hotel.

Non-lucid – Notes – lucid – Interpretation

The following dream took place after a nap on 08-04-2016 so a few hours after the three other entries of today.

I am at a pier, it is late afternoon or early evening. The pier is wooden and one or two ships are docked, also wooden and sailed ships – it feels like this time is around 2-300 years ago, or even set in a fantasy universe where technological development isn't near as advanced as today. It is cloudy and a bit windy (?).

There are a few fragments before I recall the narrative picking up. Which include, being in a pub/inn, which might be on one of the ships or a settled part of the pier. There is something of communion – that is either gathering a party or just being there with friends or associates.

When the narrative pick up, I seem to be floating disembodied above this inn and I notice the clouded weather as well as a sailor – your rugged, politically incorrect stereotypical privateering mercenary type. He is dressed in a sailors outfit – black and white – and he is making advances at a woman, a middle aged wrench, dressed similarly. She has long and curly red hair and is wearing a necklace that looks like a talisman of some description dressed in a dress of black and white with a lot of curly details.

Our sailor is putting an arm around her and making an approach to kiss her, she is smiling and he seems rather determined if not even slightly hard handed in approaching this sexual situation. She lifts up her dress and he approach to enter her, she is smiling somewhat hungrily at him making him aware that she is willing. A person rush behind him and pushes him towards the woman – I feel this push, though watching the situation on our Sailor's left – which forces him deep inside the wrench sparking a concern on my behalf if she is even wet enough for such a quick entry – I don't feel the coitus aspect, only the push.

Our sailor quickly looks about, but can't seem to find the person and so continues to engage in the sexual act. He is however quickly interrupted as many hooded men, dressed in black and a head or two shorter than the sailor starts swarming about. It is clear that they have malicious intent with the sailor and more and more of them approach. A feeling of intensity and excitement arise as the sailor starts fending off the assailants. While still inside the wrench the sailor looks to his left and throw a thundering punch in the face of one of the hooded men, knocking him out. But there are too many of them and quickly they complete their mission, which isn't exactly fatal as expected.

The sailor, the wrench and now me are knocked into the water. The sea is somewhat turbulent, dark waves with frothy crests and we are thrown into barrels – which I observe from a distance further out the sea – and it is clear that we will survive this endeavour.

A voice rings out over us.

“you are not in danger yet, we do not intend to harm you further”.

Associated with the voice is a sense of the hooded assailants following us over the barrels, as if they can either walk on water, roll on the barrels with their feet or fly above. They have a clear intention with us – they need us to do something, we find ourselves participating in a bit of an involuntary mission.

There is a quick skip.

When back we find ourselves in three dingy boats at the shores of a far away land. The sun is bright, not a cloud in the sky, and the sea is rather calm – yet the waves seem to be forcing us towards the cliffs of the shores of this remote land. I myself manage to pull up and start sailing parallel to the cliffs and manage to avoid danger.

The cliffs are dark and contrast the rather bright blue water. They are black and dark red, with hints of brown here and there. Above the cliffs there is a vast area of sandy dessert shining brightly beige in the unimpeded sunshine.

I notice that my companions aren't as fortunate when it comes to avoiding the cliffs. So while I could continue in my boat towards the sandy shores a bit further up the coastline I sail towards an area of the cliffs where I can see a naturally occurring “step” up towards the dessert.

When I get up I meet up with my companions. A woman and a man, the wrench and the sailor – though on the dessert lands their identities seem irrelevant. It becomes apparent that we are now stranded, but that somewhere on this dessert land there is a city and we must find this and procure a ship. I remember being here before and I start explaining.

“There are dangers here” I start out “There are a variety of animals on the desserts” and as I am talking about this I am reminded that there are a number of dinosaurs and beasts, dog like (Varghest) – but massive. I begin to inform about this, but as I do one of the threats emerge from behind a cliff out-spring, that forms a natural door as there are cliff walls on both sides of the hole. In the door appears a pink and chubby dinosaur and we don't get a lot of time looking at it before it shoots a bone projectile towards me and the male on my left.

The projectile is diamond shaped, like two very pointy pyramids joined together at the base with 4 planes running towards the top in a square and pointy fashion. Both the male and I don't manage to dodge it, though I attempt to catch it before it strikes me in the chest – directly at the heart.

As the projectile sinks in I am briefly afraid, but then a reassurance appear at a pre-linguistic intellectual level that I have a certain amount of lives, or layers that I can withstand before I collapse.

I start moving towards the dino in a zigzag fashion and manage to catch the next projectile to immediately throw it back towards it. It sinks into it's throat and within a few seconds the dino is defeated and dead.

Not long pass before a new one appear a bit further up on my right. It is half way behind a stand-alone cliff that rise steeply and pointedly from the sand. It shoots smaller – needle-like – projectiles towards us and I immediately take up the zigzag course again.

To begin with I head pretty much directly towards the dino – which is smaller, not as chubby, but still pink – but then we alter strategy and decide to work together in unison, splitting up and approach the beast from different directions.

I am finally the one that reach it and plug one of the small, but sharp and pointy needles off the head of the beast. I start perforating the throat of the beast, but the first sting does nothing, nor the second and I am reminded that a few holes will only drain the beast of air slowly, so I have patience and use agility to avoid getting in danger of being pierced myself.

Immediate Interpretation: This to me is a hero's dream. The ocean and the confinement in barrels represents a forced emotional turbulent situation, that I will be thrown into and can do nothing but observe and await cessation of – this could easily be relating to Karen's and my relation, the frivolous sailor and the wrench engaged in promiscuous and playful endeavours, that turn into an emotionally tense situation that must be ridden out. Once the storm of this emotional turmoil is over I will find myself in a situation, where I have to overcome challenges, I am likely to have my heart broken and I will find myself in a situation where there is limited support and understanding available, though a few select allies will be able to help me out. The killing of the dinosaurs represent to me the fear of opening up to love – symbolism of pink – and that I will continue to approach this challenge until it is finally achieved, and integrated into my personality – the killing of the dinos – though this doesn't happen in one broad sweep.

Looking up themes: Desert – loss and misfortune – you may be suffering from an attack on your reputation, feelings of loss and isolation. Could signify my fear of ridicule associated with writing my thesis – where I position myself as an emerging shaman – and the loss of prestige I have been expecting for not being the person who writes a PhD, but instead facilitate that others can do this. Dinosaur – outdated attitude or belief, you may need to abandon an outdated habit or patterns of thinking – old issues coming back to haunt you – This I think is very much related to my ego-attachments of the “happy couple” and how “love” is supposed to be played out in a relation between two people – the fact that there are a couple of allies with me might signify a change in cognitive schema's on the whole issue on poly amorousness and being able to let go of the fears of Karen being with someone other than me. Alternatively it might represent conquering my fears of loss in a love relation and the killing a discovery of true, unconditional love.

4/6/16

I'm in a subway tunnel, It could be Central Station. I'm with a bunch of other people in the middle of a sea of people, playing my guitar. We're apparently putting on a show. Things are going well, we've got a small crowd starting to form around us. A woman dancing closer to me catches my eye and I notice a big bald muscular guy shove her and step in front of her. I point at him and he just takes off. I wink at the woman and continue playing. Damn I'm smooth.

Dreamskip


We're playing another gig, in this crazy looking house. There are hanging plants hanging from the ceiling, which is made of glass, and the floor underneath us is also glass, showing a coral reef beneath us. We're playing when suddenly I forget how to play the next song completely, and take the guitar strap off my shoulder and hand my grey guitar to my bandmate who is also a guitarist and ask her to cover for me. The rest of the band is still playing, and I raise my eyebrows quickly and make the praying sign with my hands then smile. Before we get to continue the house seems to drop away, and somehow I know we're drifting in the ocean. I walk outside and there are people in the water, holding onto some beams connected to the house. I walk across one and see someone I know in waking life. She looks up and says "The only thing we have in common is music and now we're stuck in the middle of no-where. What am I going to do now?" I hand her a bottle of olive oil and wake up. Cool.

3.22.16

Last night bed 11ish-8am.

DR1
My mom is driving an open top car, on a winding road. Ocean on the left, hill on the right. I look over the ocean and the sunrise is just spectacular. The skies are so beautiful, and the ocean is so calm and almost white, only a touch of lightest blue. I tell my mom to look but she is not looking, so I tell her to stop and she slows down and pulls to the hill side of the road so she can look. ( I think I got this because I watched kardashians and they were driving in snow)

DR2
I'm working for someone who knows and works with celebrities. It's New Year's Eve and we are prepping for a party. I get a phone call but people that just came are so loud, I tell the person to hold on, I need to walk to the back rooms of the house where I know it's quiet.

So this person tells me that I defaulted on paying for some Amazon purchase. I tell her I didn't and I find some receipts saying that I paid it off on January or February 23rd.

She tells me if I want an Amazon card, I need to get my blood tested. So I go the another room where someone I know is talking to me about it and asking me which arm I want to have blood drawn. I say neighter. This whole time I'm holding a tiny cute puppy in my arms.

Somehow they talk me into it and I lay on the exam table, puppy still in my arms. I gave her my left arm and she puts a needle in it. I look up and Pierce Brosnan with his partner walks in. He looks sharp in black tux and white shoal. It's 15 min to midnight. I wonder what are people thinking about seing me there.

Morning of March 18, 2016. Friday.



This is a typical and easily decoded fishing dream (though my views on this common dream situation have changed somewhat over the years with new realizations and additional evidence) where I “expect” to catch a very large fish and do hook one but wake before fully reeling it in. I am near a bridge in an unknown region. The bridge is fairly high from the area near the shore where I go to fish. (A bridge typically represents either deeper dream entry or waking, but I do not utilize it here in any way.)

I soon hook into a giant walleye, which is between twenty and thirty feet long (which is of course, ridiculous, especially as it stays on my line the whole time). I slowly reel it in and it splashes near the surface, filling spectators with awe. Its tail sweeps up from the surface, whale-like.

An unknown man and his annoying large dog appear on the scene. I am not sure of what breed of dog it is, but it is possibly a Doberman. The man seems oblivious to the large fish I am reeling in.

Soon, feeling amused, I deliberately reel the fish towards the dog, which is splashing in the water a few feet from shore. The big fish rises up from the water and swallows the dog in one gulp (the fish directly facing me as he does so). The man looks bewildered. I feel no regret and actually have to hold back laughter. In a short time, the water starts to lower somewhat, which represents the instigation of the waking process (and has as such since very early childhood, the first documented instance being in 1965).

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As I have found even more evidence that well serves the meaning, I will still note that fish have different meanings depending on the situation, as does a whale, even transitory meanings - for example, a large fish is the essence (and projection) of the dream self until caught by the dream self where it then becomes the emergent consciousness in being pulled from the dream state. This dream uses the “swallowing the dream remnants” transition and is analogous to the “Pinocchio” story on one level. Carefully considering the elements, I typically see a large fish or a whale as a dream self projection while it is in water (especially going deeper into a body of water). However, the giant fish in this dream is actually my emergent consciousness rising from the dream state (body of water) to swallow the dog (dream remnants and dream self projection, which are rendered as annoying and “intrusive” concerning my dawning awareness in getting closer to waking). This relates directly to the “Pinocchio” story, confirmed by the fact that Pinocchio is “not a real boy” (until the end of the story) and is thus solely the dream self rather than a thread or projection of the conscious self (the latter as with apex lucidity where the conscious self is almost completely aware, fully in the dream body, and fully in control). The whale or emergent consciousness swallows the dream self, instigating the waking transition. Swallowing is a form of coalescence of dream self and waking self and if you believe the theory of how complex cells came to evolve (through engulfed bacterium) then it makes even more sense.

This pattern of dream meaning can be seen in a few dreams; the boa swallowing Danny (as he was on a scaffold which also represents getting closer to waking), the miniature lion swallowing our daughter, a very large catfish swallowing an unknown male, and so on, all during the waking transition, including even the one where each larger box “swallows” each smaller box in a series.

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3.12.16

Day shifts this week. Last night bed 9pm - 3 am. 4:30am shift.

I am with another adult and 2 kids. Walking on some kind of a berm and seashore I think in Sweden. We suppose to get to the other side of the bay, across the water. There is a narrow path I see, surrounded by water. It's a low tide and we can walk across on the rock all covered in green moss and still wet.

At some point we walked up on a hill that was along some other path and I saw the bay in the distance, with a smallish town huddled on it's shore. Windows all lit up, otherwise only dark silhuettes of the houses were visible, because it was at 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.

01.07.16

Had 5am-1:30pm shift yesterday and have a 6pm-11pm shift today.

I slept a lot last night.

DR:

Very chaotic, fast paced, no leader, nobody knows whats happening or how to solve it, everybody doing his own thing.

I'm in some very tall and big structure. Modern building, maybe like office building. There is water on 2 sides.

A girl I'm babysitting goes in the shallow water and is dragging a huge black sheet of plastic behind her. I grab it and reel her in.

Later on the other side of the buuilding, we look out the window and some huge tornados are in the sky. They ar skinny and they have some cross sections on them. They are weird. We get in the corridors and away from doors and windows. I try to go back and look at the tornadoes again, but I sense danger like I could get sucked out at any moment.

Some strange, bad force is at play as well. We look for ways to neutrilize it. We look in cabinets and drawers and other pieces of furniture.

I had more than two dreams but two are how many I was able to remember after I got up.

First I was camping on the beach with a group of people. Everyone's camping spot was a hole dug into a sand dune. Everyone picked their own sand dune and dug their own hole in it. We were camping quite close to the ocean. It was night time. I went to dig my hole, but the camp leader said I was too far out; I needed to move closer to the others because in front of that area, in the water, are lots of clams, and the water is full of minerals. I walked out into the water a little way to see if I could find any clams but I didn't see any. Near the camping area was a hotel that I would walk to because it had a better bathroom than the campsite, which only had an outhouse. Then later, in a fragment connected to this dream, near the hotel I saw someone running and thought it was on a long hiking trail, but it turned out just to be a very short loop, like only a quarter of a mile or less, that the man was running around.

Next I was in a classroom and the professor gave us an assignment that involved going to the bowling alley, picking groups, and then bowling, and then writing about it. I arrived at the bowling alley and still hadn't picked a group yet because I didn't want to. A group of about three girls walking in front of me into the bowling alley all had the exact same shade of pink nail polish I had (I wasn't wearing pink nail polish IRL); I noticed because the door was heavy and we had to all hold the door open to get through. I got in line behind the girls at the counter where you could purchase snacks and bowling games. I got two chocolate chip cookies. I tried to find an empty bowling lane that I could go to by myself so I wouldn't have to pick a group but all the lanes were filled so I sat down near two girls, and a guy sitting off to the side, and thought I would ask them to be in my group when I got around to it.

I sat at a table and ate half of my chocolate chip cookie before I got full and decided to share the rest with the two girls and the guy and to persuade them to be in my group. I went to the restroom which was cool and had a cool sink, cool green soap, and a hand dryer that looked like a hair dryer. I bought four games of bowling for $4 and asked my group members what kind of music they liked because the bowling games came with different musical soundtracks that played while you bowled.

Then we were all sitting at tables doing our writing assignments. When I handed mine to the professor he frowned and said "What's this?" I had drawn arrows into the margins where I had written commentary and notes on my writing assignment so I told him it was commentary and notes. He said that isn't part of the assignment and he wrote something on my paper in pink pen that said that I had permission to turn in the paper one day late without points being taken away. So I took the paper back and started erasing the commentary and notes.