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30-07-11 I am on a trip in Holland. First of all Holland has turned in to an archipelago connected with numerous bridges each island effectively having some degree of autonomous control.

I rent a quad bike to go driving along the coast lines of these islands to really see Holland. I brag to my cousin about this.

I go driving, sometimes close to an edge where there is a long fall down. The horizon seems limited or narrowed in at these times. It is dark.

I sometimes make extreme jumps out on to the bridges, these bridges are something else. Long narrow (very narrow) wooden suspension bridges (you know, Indiana Jones style). Brief fearfulness of missing is ever present, but I never do.

At one point I make a jump over an edge and land on another island. I am immediately warned that I am trespassing and only people owning 7 bicycles can pass or stay on the island. I get fined.

I drive back to safe territory and speak with Ruth, who is at work and Ida is there with her. After explaining the situation she sends me an email with what I am to write to the organisation that manages these situations (It is the same she is in). First in Dutch, then English, so I do that. It explains that I am living with her at the minute and was unaware.
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I am on Tenerife and the weather is sunny and bright. I am being guided by a Mediterranean guy who is trying to close the gap between fundamental Muslims, Christians and the general population. He is telling me about these circular buildings on top of walls that we go visit.

The roof of these buildings can actually be taken off to let in the light. The complexes themselves seems filled with people wearing turbans drinking coffee and smoking pipes.

As we exit one of them he is talking and talking explaining something, but I don't really listen. I pretend and feel that I should tell him something like; Listen I want to hear you, but since I missed the start it is difficult. I just let him talk.

At one point we come to a church like structure (we later come to what the guide refers to as “the church”) I feel really happy when I see the spires, which are excessively tall and twisted towards the top, they look beautiful.

We then come to “the church” and my guide starts laughing unable to stop himself. He explains that the only thing they actually use their church for nowadays is the bus station and he points at a small black shed, currently empty where you would order your tickets.

I go towards the area I presume the buses would be in and start looking up the amazing twisting spire. For some reason I become almost euphoric at the sight.

Some mates of mine from elementary school come to greet me. It is all the people a year above me I first became friends with after school. I am pleased to see Lars S doesn't hold a grudge from our last encounter. N is there. Reza is bullying a bit, but I decide that now we are all grown up and I am significantly larger than back then I give him some back and he soon lays off.

Lars starts singing. I go to the rooftop of an adjacent building to marvel at the spire from higher up. I then hear Lars continue the singing. He is singing about cookies, coca cola and alcohol and water in the tune to “Beauty school drop out” from Grease, sometimes in tune with the melody other times as an extended talk about cookies that doesn't fit the melody unless you listen to the entire rant. I am laughing, but I somehow struggle laughing because I find it funnier than my body is actually expressing.

Lisa is there and we talk a bit about how things are going and I think it is her that asks me if I am seeing someone.
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I am at a house. I walk out and press the doorbell. It is blue and I have an instinctual hunch that I will get money from pressing it. Someone appears in the window and I explain my hunch. She gives me money by letting the light on the doorbell button light up.

My friend express admiration for my foresight.

The entire dream is about me walking around looking out for blue things, including a quite wondrous specimen of blue flowers, plastic from the inside of fizzy drink caps and any other bluish colouring of the surroundings.

In the end I find myself staring down a road looking at the incoming rain. It is mild at first but gain in strength, I am looking at the drops as they bounce from the road. The space between them become less and less.

A wind start sweeping in from the left. and I start making my way back towards the village counting the blue caps I have collected so far, after first having just stood and just felt the rain and wind for a while.

28-07-11 I am wearing a blue suit and I am talking to a couple of my friends, Thomas H. being one of them and I am in Thailand. Well I am technically still in Denmark, but they are in Thailand and we are talking together. I tell them that I am going to go there as well.

My family is going so I end buying a last minute ticket to go with them. I am flying with a company called (something) Airlines, could be Scandinavian. I arrive late, and I have to supply a code to the check in lady, who then herself guides me towards the next step. Here I get asked if I have my ticket printed and I tell her I don't. She starts a process of printing it and then she need me to tell me the code name I have assigned to the passport I have already given her.

I tell her I don't remember that (gee, maybe because it doesn't exist ^^), but the first lady helps me by supplying the prompting word “bottom”. I quickly remember that my password is “Rock” and when I say it the woman proceeds to printing my ticket.

When we get to Thailand the first thing we do is to go deliver our bags and then go visit some people. My dad and I are with the man of the house, while my mom is with the lady. As we are walking down some stairs I hear my mom explain why she didn't like her the first time we met and I can hear that she is getting drunk.
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The next dream also centered around being in Thailand. Here Janni T. becomes relevant as she is actually supplying one of the rooms that we have to stay in. This room is in the middle of a lake and you have to go through an underground tunnel in order to get there. I am happy that we are staying with her and by the way she smiles so is she.

My grandparents ask me at one point if I would like to switch rooms with them to the room closest to the foyer, because it gets filled with dust and their health isn't too good to deal with that. I off course tell them it is ok, though I am a bit sad that I won't be bonking close to Janni.
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I am talking to someone with Eliot L. We are just talking to a woman and each other and I start adding small intellectual insults after each sentence when speaking to Eliot. He laughs and the woman sort of looks at us in surprise.

I explain that it is how we speak and joke with each other, and Eliot keeps laughing while agreeing to that.
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I am at the pyramids, captured and working for the Nazis, I don't particularly recall what we are supposed to do, but some of it involves going up and down big scaffolding on both sides of the cleft we are in.

As we are doing this, when approaching the top there is a long rope that is carrying up bricks. When inspected closer it isn't actually “one” rope, but many smaller connected to each other. There is a mechanism that tells when an individual has pulled enough (the full length of the little rope) and it doesn't take that long to take your share. The Nazis are working on the parole that while we are there we might as well help getting some materials up that we can later use in the work we are supposed to carry out.

After I have taken my share of rope pulling I actually take a bit more for the people coming behind me, because I am unsure as to how I am supposed to let go of the rope to the next in line. So a couple of workers get a free ride that time.

My next assignment is to go through a small narrow passage way towards the top floor of a house. In fact before I enter the small passage way I believe I am already on the top floor. The assignment isn't specifically for me but there is a sign on the door in there that the door is very narrow and I am very slim so I end up just doing it.

There is an emergency exit just on the other side of the small door, and it is these that I am supposed to close. When I look around I see a ladder up to my right. I decide to go up and take a look, the good Nazi worker I am ^(>.<)^. I find myself in a room, like a teenagers room, though more grown up.

I go around and I close all the windows and doors I can find, when I all of a sudden have a conversation with Thomas H. and it becomes apparent that I am in his sister's room. He tells me that he has never even dared setting his foot in there.

When I come to myself she is standing in the room and I slowly walk over and explain to her that I am just there to shut the emergency doors as per instructions. She reacts calmly and accepts the explanation before she tells me to just get out. I do so as my job is done and it would all have been great except if I hadn't become naked as I walk out the next door and she looks at me.

I think I have an explanation for it, but I blush and I question myself if the reason I have given is factual and if I actually believe it myself.

27-07-11 I am at a brick house in Hornslet, located next to a little lake of some description. On the grass in front of me there is a little black rabbit with long hair. I look at it and it turns around and runs through a gate, made by wire fencing with rather large holes in it.

I get worried, but the rabbit soon come back. I walk towards the gate to see if the owners are there. I hear conversation and smell a spliff and find two women talking together sat on a picnic table, much like the one I was just sat at next to the house. I look around and find the rabbit now in a little lake (not as big as the one on the other side of the gate) with a duck standing on top of it. It is swimming around and most of the times it doesn't have it's head above water, which worries me.

I ask the women if they are missing a rabbit, and they say something like that they do, but they think he will be alright. I tell them that at the moment it looks happy enough swimming around a pond with a duck standing on it and they laugh at the remark and join me at my table, with the spliff in hand. I see it and don't really want any of it, but it appears like the women think I want some of it, cause one of them proclaims her intentions of making a new one, as the first one is nearly done.

Shortly after we are joined by an obnoxious man, who complains that he can't sleep as he is sleeping in the room with the top window located just above our little picnic table. Although we don't really like him we move to a table placed a bit further away from the house on the corner.

The entire scenery is played out at around sun set, the lighting has that warm, but diminishing red feel of the evening sun.

We are joined by two men, or the women transform into two men as I am headed into the house to go to bed. I am on the ground floor with the previous man living on the floor above me.

The two men follow me into my room and go over to stand in the corner, as apparently the grumpy man's bedroom is located directly above that spot. They prepare to make some noise and start lighting cigarettes.

This agitates me and I tell them to get out and they refuse. I somehow expected this and pick up a tool, probably best described as an Ice pick and walk over to them. I point on the tall skinny one and with madness in my voice tell him to get out as I will not be afraid of using the tool.

They still refuse and I give the small chubby bloke a quick stab to the back, a stab not actually strong enough to penetrate his skin. They start making a move though, but keeps turning back on me aggressively as if they want to hurt me or are refusing to leave. I get caught close to the tall man right next to a door and this time I stab him in his right shoulder, hard enough not only to penetrate skin, but pin him to the wall behind him as well.

This treatment, strong as it is, still isn't enough to convince the two blokes to leave so I start stabbing more frequently, the entire length of the blade. Think I hit the small fat one more as he is generally always closer to me. However the first man to receive a stab in the bollocks is mister tall and skinny and shortly thereafter Shorty McFat receives same treatment. This convinces them that it is probably best to leave.

They shout back towards me standing outside my front door that this will be painful for me. I know this, not fearing their physical vengeance as much as repercussions from the authorities and the social ousting I know is to come from friends around me.

As I walk outside I am anticipating the arrival of the police though I am fearful of the response from my friends who are closer by. I have no intentions of running and I briefly think if the entire treatment of the men actually constitutes self defense or I have crossed some line already concerning that.

I am joined by friends around me, who all look upon me with a mixture of anger, shame and fear in their faces. It is however Ida who hurts me the most, by coming up next to me and speaking in Norwegian tells me that ”Michael” ”Who, the one standing over there in the pink jacket or the one next to him?” (which is my cousin and is actually called Michael) she confirms it to be the one in pink and goes on to tell me that ”I know 2 Danish guys I am ashamed and sad to stand next to you at the moment, where the other one is actually rather good looking”.

(I am unsure if this is a separate dream or just one hell of a long one)

I think I see Mikkel N. wearing no shirt before the scenery freezes and takes me back to a point in time prior this incident. I remember feeling a distinct sadness as I know I am about to relive the first couple of hours or days leading up to this event.

The general theme of this continuation is a series of party oriented scenarios, no way near as sharp recall as the episodes above.

They all seem to be centered around Mikkel and Mark and their general dominance over the course of events, filled in with other random people and Ida's presence.

Though the second time around my murderous ousting of two men never happen I am unsure as to which scenario actually ends the dream, though I will start with the short one cause the other might actually just as well have carried over after I wake up.

I am in a sofa with Ida, I am lying on the long side, she on the short (it is a corner sofa). We are lying head to head, and I am a bit sad being in this position knowing she has rejected me. However she starts making her way onto my side, she places her head next to mine and continue to come over. In the end she is sitting up looking down upon me smiling with her bare breasts hanging out. She has minging saggy tits though. I realize I am dreaming as I start noticing her fade away and course my luck.
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I am at the central festival spot in Hornslet. There is a festival and people are merry though all of a sudden everyone's attention is directed skywards. There is a large triangular shape with lights floating by partially covered by clouds. As the shape continues to be uncovered by the clouds I am wondering if that can be a flying object at all as it is all triangular and definitely not aerodynamic. Shortly after this thought some of the object is revealed much closer towards the ground and the shape of a massive (MASSIVE!) ship is revealed, much larger than the titanic, though the conversation amongst people young and old alike is if this is in fact Titanic.

I become skeptic. The only source of water close by is a narrow stream of water meandering through the landscape, no way A: Straight enough to hold the ship in question. B: holds enough water to support the weight of the massive ship.

I walk closer towards the ship and the water stream and find my dad standing there. Apparently this isn't the first time this ship has appeared and I walk over and start discussing why it is impossible that it is there. He tells me that if the ship just has a shape that somewhat mimics the shape of the water stream it will work. He draws it on a paper and I counter his argument explaining that it will not be able to move if the length of the moveable walls is exactly the same as the shape of the stream, rather it will need much smaller segments almost allowing it to move as a snake. I attempt at drawing my solution to the problem and have forgotten the problem of the amount of water.

We stare at the now resting ship for a while.

The atmosphere is dark and clouded it is night time and there is no clear source of light. This makes the appearing ship look ominous as hell as it is completely black against the dusk coloured night sky.

(skip)

I am in a car with Mark H. I am starting to become a bit angry, not as much with him, but my surroundings in general. I complain that the massive ship had to travel down a small stream of water when we actually have a river just behind a block of houses from the stream (there isn't such a river). He agrees and I look down the river and see that it is more winding than I recall, but definitely has more water to support the weight. We are in a van.
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I wake up and find one of my plants in a plastic bowl with loads of new small sprouts. I tell Mark H. that I am happy with this development and proclaim my intention of replanting the plant straight away considering that it is already in a pot with loads of space where it won't be disturbed too much by being removed. I exit the room and when I come back the plant is somewhat changed. All the small sprouts don't seem to be standing up on their own accord any more, but rather it looks like a big mess. I quickly wonder if this is Mark's doing, but when I pick up the plant and turn it around I see that the branches are just following the direction of the sunshine.

Okay, I should have written this down right when I woke up, since I can't remember much now, but it kind of disturbed me in my half-asleep state, even though it doesn't make any sense, so I didn't, lol.


I was on some kind of mission with E and K and possibly some others in this field area with paths through long grass. Something happened to K, she got hurt or something, and so I had to...put her inside these small pastry type things? They were spherical and about 3 inches in diameter, they reminded me a lot of risotto balls, the appearance and taste. When I looked at them I could sort of taste them, or knew exactly what they would taste like.

Anyway, I'm not sure how exactly I, er, divided her up amongst them, but somehow I had to put her in them in order to take her home and help her. :| It switched then to being in my kitchen with E and maybe someone else, and I was just taking the tray of risotto ball things out of the oven. I placed it on the counter and started breaking them open, and all of them had these weird black smudges in the middle. Then people started wondering where K was, and it slowly dawned on me that I was supposed to put her in them after I cooked them. Yeahhh.

Now at this point the scenario was sort of switching back and forth between it being K in the balls (lol) and it being my cat that I had put in there. My mom called from the living room, "I haven't seen Peaches today." D: I was getting really scared, though everyone else was still really confused about what happened, and I was desperately trying to think of an excuse or someone else to blame the incident on lol, but I soon realized there was no way I could.

I guess I had a false awakening sort of at this point, because suddenly I was in my room with E and L, telling them about the dream.


I woke up craving risotto balls and went and got some, even though the image in my head of them full of guts isn't exactly appetizing. :|

I was playing an online game with a bunch of my old friends and some other people - I know K and HH were there, and I think NN and E were there too. I wore a bikini for some reason, also; the first time it was a black/rainbow one I actually have, and the second time (a different day? not sure) it was a brownish patterned and light blue one with shorts bottoms that K had apparently given me, which she commented on.

Everyone went in this chat thing before the game, which was mainly brown and sort of wood/earth tone themes and colours. Everyone's username was a random colour that changed every time you entered the chat. Everyone also had custom fonts and font colours. I was disconnected from the internet a couple times and had to keep rejoining the chat. Then I accidentally switched my font from Century Gothic to something else, and got very annoyed because I wasn't able to change it back, since my new computer didn't come with the font (a fact that I actually have gotten annoyed about recently haha).

Then the "game" started, and I knew it was a game the whole time, but I was actually inside of it. The game was fighting all these dragons and other creatures. All of them could speak English to us, in freaky dragon voices. The place we were battling was this giant fancy old building that was sort of like a church or a castle. It was very tall and made of stone with nice windows. The area around it was grassy and I think there may have been some water in the distance. The dragons all breathed fire and were different bright colours.

I stood at the very top of the building and was shooting at a golden dragon far below. I don't remember what weapons we had. The golden dragon was breathing fire at me but it didn't reach high enough to burn me. This made it very angry and it started saying things like, "Oh, you think you can get away from me that easily, do you?" and then it started climbing up the building, its fire getting closer and closer. This scared me, but I don't remember what happened to it. (Not sure what gender it was or anything.)

At another point, still at the top of the building, I was fighting with a guy, and there was a bright green dragon (or other creature?) who I think was inside the building and was just sticking its arm through this window/opening that stuck out of the top of the building, trying to grab or scratch people with its claws. This other guy and I were attacking its arm (again, not sure what with) and it did seem to be doing something, but I know both of us were hurt by the claws at some point.

I think I felt pain when I was attacked in this dream, which has never happened to me before. The pain didn't actually bother me or slow me down, fortunately. There were some brief pauses in the game etc, and I remember feeling very physically beat up and exhausted whenever I stopped playing, even outside of the game.


I found this one pretty interesting and I'm glad I could actually remember a lot of it, since it seems like I never can with dreams like this.

I have a lot of dreams about taking field-trips with school classes.

So last night, we went on an "endurance trip." The class was split into groups of four and given a specialty trainer. After training our groups would be put through an obstacle course relevant to thair trained specialty while the rest of the class watched their performance on TV.

(This is very similar to a book series I read called The Hunger Games, based off of which I have had multiple dreams. Usually in these dreams I am in the violence, however this time I was just watching.)

For no apparent reason the class was staying at my house while we stayed up all night watching the group's performance on TV.

I knew three of the four group members: Brandon (a "chum" of mine, don't know well, but he is very nice and humorous), Tania (we were very good friends a few years back and occasionally still get together), and Sarah (we were friends during 2nd and 3rd grade), and a 2nd guy I don't know in RL.

It was nighttime and it appeared that they were climbing the Eiffel Tower (I'm not sure what the reason was). And a bomb detonated. Suddenly there were bombs going off all over the dang tower (they looked more like mega-high-voltage shocks, I'm nots sure). The coordinators of the obstacle course only meant to have one bomb and the anonymous guy's ex-girlfriend was suspected of sabotaging the course.

Most people were shocked, some were awed and maybe even proud of the girl for "getting revenge", but I seemed to be the only one who was crying over it.

However, the group still had to complete the course. I walked away from the TV and stood looking out a glass door. Suddenly I could see the four group members sitting on a bench just outside of the door. They were talking to a gruop of guys who were apparently friends of the anonymous guy.

Brandon was telling jokes to the guys and laughing with them, apparently unscathed. The anonymous guy was presumed dead, but he had a hood on and I couldn't see his face. Tania was slumped down and sweating terribly with a fever, somehow she'd gotten sick. Sarah had apparently lost several toes and was relatively out of it, like a concusion.

I was telling the rest of the class what I saw, describing how bad the situation was. But then I started to wake up. As the dream was fading I realized the coordinators were giving me the option of replacing one of the group members so that they could be taken care of and I would help the group carry on. However, I awoke too soon to decide my course of action.

First entry. :D A few short dreams from last night...

- I was in a hotel room with two girls, I don't remember what they looked like. They left and then my mom came in for some reason, but left shortly after. I wanted to be alone, so I went into the bathroom, but there were no real walls and the door was mostly see-through. Then a little girl came into the room, followed by a group of maybe 7 or 8 people, including my grandmother. They seemed to think the room was unoccupied and that someone was going to clean it and then they would stay there, and some were wiping dirt off their shoes onto the carpet. I came out and asked them to leave, and they did.

- I was at an amusement park with an old friend of mine, K. I was saying, "Let's go on all the rollercoasters and fun stuff" and she agreed. So we got on this rollercoaster, and after it started, I realized there were no seatbelts, but didn't say anything. The ride was fun, but as we got to parts where it went upside down and looped around, I had to hang on really tightly and nearly fell off. I mentioned this to my friend after, she was just like "yeah".

- I have a vague recollection of something about a movie, too, possibly in a fancy theatre. I don't remember what happened, though.

14-07-11 I run into Mark, we do the standard ”well it has been quite some time etc.” so how was it at EIMS. He replies that all the old ones have gone, Johan is on the run cause he has done some shady stuff and Tim Smith has died. I tell him well at least he is doing well with his new job.

june 29 - second night of practicing dream recall

awake
thoughts
dreams

It's around 9 and I have my headphones in; sleeping in the living room
I wake around 11:45 and try recalling any dreams. I rewind the song to just before I woke and listen.
I remember something about Spock. I know this wasn't the main focus of the dream, but this is all I can recall.
I decide to head back to sleep...

My sister has just come home and I wake and check out the clock; it's around 11:55. Damnit and I had just gotten to sleep. I dont expect to recall anything from 10minutes of sleep. Then it hits me. I dont know if it was from earlier that night, or actually within the 10

I'm having dinner with friends. I have never seen any of them, but I know that we are good friends. There are maybe 6 of us. There is this one, beautiful red headed girl with long wavy hair. I think she had some crazy piercings and a plug on one side.
the lot of us get up to leave and I realize that all the tables in the restaurant are empty, save for personal belongings. I walk over to a table and check through a purse. Along the walls there are booth seats; this is where all the diners from the tables went. Everyone is dressed formally and I just realized I went through some lady's purse as she's staring at me. We continue out of the restaurant...
...skip...
...for some reason our group is lurking around the hedges out front of the restaurant. this is all very alice in wonderland. We come across some cavernous areas leading to an ice covered passageway. I ride it down like a slide...
I wind up in some tropical area enclosed by a mountainous range. The dream is now a sort of game that I am playing where I have to save these native villagers from something. I'm failing hard at this game.
This is where the dream ends. I close my eyes and go back to sleep

I'm at the local university, but my computer station from work is there. My friend wants the code to log on. I decline and he leaves.
I log on and suddenly my monitor is displaying some forum about downloads and my friend wants help with it
Wake
back to sleep
I show up late to a chinese restaurant. An old group of friends is waiting for me. My larger friend orders a bunch of those Red Lobster biscuits. This is great. Wait, why do they even have these..?
Wake

well, that was odd
but i'd say an awfully good start

I am going to try some B6 tonight and see how that goes

15.05.2011

Water and Shock fight (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with some friends at a big living room. Some of these friends were from high school and some from college. The living room was decorated old school, all the chairs were huge, made out of wood, and the table, was made out of dark wood.

Three guys were having a shock battle. They had a round little thing that gave shocks. Also, they had spray bottles with water to make those shocks more powerful. After a while fighting and playing around, one young guy with black short hair got electrocuted. I could see some smoke coming out of his head.

One guy wanted to give me a shock and fool me around. I told him that my brain was working fine and that I needed no shocks. The guy laughed and ended up shocking me, but did not feel the pain.

We started to shock each other and we ended up being shoaked up. The water sprays had a lot of power and the entire room as wet.

A few moments later, they were talking about a game. Such game had something to do with a monkey who wore clothes and a baby human. The monkey wanted to adopt the baby, but he was not capable to raise him, so the monkey got sad. A sad song played. I woke up.

Date: 08-20-10
Length: 5 Minutes
Vividness: 2/10

I was in downtown Santa Barbara with my girlfriend Dakota when my dad came and picked me up.
We forgot Dakota so I told him we had to go back, but he got annoyed.

-frenchblablabla

This was early in the first sleep cycle. The dream didn't start instantly, that I'm aware of, but about 20-30 minutes later.

It was night time. I was living in my backyard neighbors house. In my mind, both of these houses were home. (They are very similar to each other in real life.) Everything was epic looking. Larger than life. The house was roughly double sized and decadent like no expense was spared making it. A bright moonlight night was outside my windows. I got a loving phone call from my girlfriend who needed a ride. I felt fantastic. I was wondering which house to take my GF too.

I went out the front door, but it exited onto my backyard patio. Standing there in near pitch blackness were my two lost best friends, in the old version of backyard (it was redesigned a few years ago). They were laughing and talking together, both harshly and intoxicated.

I don't recall exactly what was said (it may have been abstract) but it was very rude. I remember them physically surrounding me on both sides. Slapping me on the back. I felt offended and overwhelmed. They acted like crude, spiteful, burnout versions of themselves.

Just then, the backdoor opened. Out came an arm with a rather long thin, gray telephone receiver. I heard a voice say from inside the house: "Telephone for you!"

I thought, "Which of my old friends will be rude to me next?" I became very distressed and cornered feeling. --Then I woke up.

Waking Hallucination (?): When I opened my eyes. I was laying on my back. Above me, slightly off to the left and down a couple of feet was a large dark spot on my ceiling. I kept blinking hard. I'm sure I was awake. I looked around the room, all else looked normal.

The black spot was about a 2-foot radius. I started to focus on it carefully and could see that the edges of it were swirling. As if it was a flat-ish mist disc, or a rotating projection. It was slowly drifting away from over my bed, to the left corner near the foot.

I was watching it closely. The mist started to thin a little, and as it did: two faintly glowing eyes appeared in the middle, blankly looking back at me. They were about 10-inches apart, beady, and slightly smaller than dimes. After several seconds more, the "thing" gradually faded.

To my awareness, I've never experienced visual hallucinations upon waking up before. I was not paralyzed or having a false awakening. At no point was I afraid. I wasn't sure what I was looking at exactly. I felt more relieved to have left the dream, than afraid of the cloud. I got out of bed. I didn't go back to sleep for hours.

Fell asleep a little after 2AM and woke up at 2:38AM. Generally speaking, this is a weird time for vivid dreaming. I usually don't recall dreams in the first 3-REM stages. When I do, it typically ends a 90-minute cycle. However, I've noted a few nightmares in the first REM cycle after viewing shocking material.

Note: I have an unpublished dream journal of strong, bewildering nightmares that took place heavily in 2007, lingered into 2008. In June 2009, I had one terrible nightmare. Some of the recent trickster elements in my dreams reminded me of those days.

I am in the locker room at some high school with an old friend, We need to get changed for class but, I can't find anything that is right, I pull out my blue fuzzy fashion boa out of what I suppose is my locker, and I put it on over my head, There is no sleeves and i look like I am going to a 1930's party decked out in fur, I am supposing that I participated in the gym class with this attire since next thing I remember is walking down the field back toward the school, She tells me that the fashion boa was good for gym class, But not for school, At this point, I realize I am dreaming and find it funny that it actually would be far less appropriate for gym as it could expose me naked anytime, I try to continue on with the dream but, I struggle and everything goes black until the morning.

1/24/11 - Highschool Prostitution
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was at some weird fairgrounds-like place, with abandoned circus tents all around. There were no lights except for where I was standing; I was next to a small red-and-white tent, and there were lights strung across posts above it. A peculiar, obese old woman with extravagant clothing approached me. I can't quite recall what we discussed, but for some reason it became clear to me that this was not somewhere I wanted to stay. The woman informed me that a spell would keep me trapped within the tent I mentioned for exactly one hour, and that I would find an old acquaintance there. She opened a flap in the tent, and I walked inside against my will. The flap closed behind me, and I examined my surroundings. It really was quite a small space. There was a queen sized bed in the corner, and discarded clothes covering almost half the floor, resulting in hardly any space to walk around. What I was more concerned with, however, was the boy standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized boxers. I recognized him immediately as a boy - no, now a man - whom I'd gone to school with until halfway through seventh grade. He took a couple of steps towards me, but stopped when I said his name aloud. He suddenly seemed to recognize me. I asked him what he was doing here, and what was going on. He said he'd dropped out of highschool and was living here, as a male prostitute, to get by. According to his words, the old woman's entrapment spell would not wear off until he and I'd had sex. I glared at him as I thought it over. My dream self, being in my early 20's(and therefore what I consider "old enough"), reluctantly decided to go along with it, so long as he agreed to abandon his current lifestyle afterwards. We then spoke little else, because the two of us started making out. He started to unbutton my shirt and I ended up awake in my own bed.

I had a frag about being at some party or something. I have th feeling I did something wrong, or I got in a disagreement with someone. Either way, it's btb time.

short dream about super dave osborne...he was at his compound racing kids.

dream about being at a BBQ with D and W, and all of a sudden all of these people from high school came out of the woodworks and we were all hugging each other and having warm fuzzy moments.

frag about seeing old friends.....I cant recall what it was about though.