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The dream started on JMU's campus on our quad. We were playing some sort of throwing game where if you messed up you got electrocuted. I kept winning and didn't have to get electrocuted, but I wanted to know what it felt like so I purposely messed up. The thing that shocks people was a car battery with wires that hooked us up to it. It shocked me and I felt this very unnerving feeling that caused me to sort of jump up and down quickly several times. I walk on a path next to the quad and see my friend Austin who I say hello to. IRL him and I saw each other yesterday and said hello. Then, I'm over by this field thing, sort of like a theater with it starting low and going higher. There were trees to the right of it. People were standing in this gradually sloping field looking up to a stage that was very high. In my mind I was about to perform, but my job was to grab a rope and swing on it. I start from the back right of the field which is higher and right next to the trees. So, I grab this very long rope and start swinging over the crowd, higher and higher. The crowd is cheering me on but I don't know how to slow down. I let my feet sort of dangle and I kick some people in the crowd. Then, my path is over on the left of the stage and swinging towards my starting position on the back right of the field where the trees are. I manage to kick my feet on the ground where less people are and I come to a jumping halt at the trees. I go behind where the stage is and climb a really high amount of things to get to the top. When I'm there, it's a padded platform which is sort of walled on all sides except for one which has an opening with the rope there ready to swing. My mind thought I was some sort of host to a show. Now, this area is really high up in the air, I mean miles on miles in the air. I think there are people on the ground watching me. There was that one feeling you get when you are really high up in a dream that was freaking me out. I started to slip backwards out of the opening. My hands grasp the edge for a half second before I fall very far down. I think 'wow am I really dying at this show.' Then, I'm up on the high stage again looking down. Someone says that I need to use the rope to swing down again, and without any hesitation, I grab the rope and swing down to the ground.

At some point I'm in this broken up house looking at a sort of water slide contraption that is really small. I was supposed to fix it for this girl who I don't know. There's a ball that moves down the slide and apparently to fix it you have to let the ball catch at the end in some hole thing.

Do you know those dreams about someone you really like that can be about whatever and it doesn't really matter what actually happens in the dream, but it gives you a feeling that it was all about her and when you wake up you have strong feelings for this person? Well, this happened to me. So after I'm fixing the water slide contraption, I'm down on a lower part in an open area. It's like a water park. I'm in a pool of water that turns into a water slide that goes down and further along a path with buildings and trees on either side. I'm in one pool and I look to my right to see this girl who I like a lot named Dana floating in another pool. Both of these pools empty into a water slide. When I notice her, I act like I don't see her and look another way because I don't know if she's seen me or not. We both empty into this slide that is pretty much a down hill lazy river. She grabs onto me and we sort of piggy-back down the river which turns left into some overhead structure thing. Ultimately, it turns into another pool that has some block thing out of the water in the middle which turns it into a pool that goes in a circle. We get there and then turn around. She starts to swim away from the pool and I wrap my arms around her like I'm hugging her from behind as we swim back up the stream. I know nothing big happened with her in this dream but it still made me miss her a lot when I woke up.

I had a dream I was in China but I can't really remember much except that I think there was some sort of rock concert going on. At some point, I fall into this cart thing that has my friend Katharine in it. She says something that disappoints me so I turn towards her friend CJ and talk to him about something. I remember ultimately wanting to go find a woman who sells noodles who I call Noodle Lady IRL back when I went to China this past summer.

I was in a park with dinosaurs. Or mutants. We were able to escape to the neighboring park, which for some reason is free from all that. It was sunny. We talked with the owner how horrible it was in the other park. She's an old lady. She talked about how a company was trying to buy off her land/park.

I was on a grassy field. A football/soccer field. There are some people I know there: Am and Jo(Sun). We laid down on the grass. I laid down between them, and I noticed how Jo moved a bit away. I thought that was strange, and maybe it's really just how guys don't like to be too close to one another, but then I noticed that Am didn't seem to mind that my leg was over his other leg. I ignored Jo. He might have sensed something, and shortly after moved his leg closer.

I was in the house in our hometown. A door was being fixed. I told mom that thieves could get in. She said not to worry coz our neighbor will be bringing in the fix. It was night.

I was watching a shredder of sorts. I saw someone put kittens into it. I didn't see the cats being shredded but they went down.

Morning of November 1, 2015. Sunday.



I am not sure of the setting of this dream. There is a vague association with Barolin Street, though quite distorted. There is also a park in this dream which is similar to the unfamiliar one of another recent dream (and with a similar theme of imposition by a stranger), though the setting is very distorted; not possible to discern a separation of being indoors or outdoors.

Firstly, I am ready to do some writing at a table (I mostly use a desk in reality), possibly relating to my dream journal. I go into my large room and see my second-youngest son playing with another (unfamiliar) boy. There is part of a toy racing track under my table which is of a solid two-lane form. There is an additional section near my chair. Somehow, I fall upon it as I sit down (possibly on purpose to express how it is not where it should be) and then apologize though I do not think I broke it. I get the impression that I share the room but that the race track is wrongfully in my part of the room. The clarity and sense of touch is very vivid here.

From here, our big room is “actually” part of the outside area of an unfamiliar park (still with the sense of being inside and outside at the same time). Looking behind me, I see numerous unfamiliar people walking around (implied south of me). One male is pushing a small dirt bike. Another male is carrying a very small dirt bike across his shoulders. I talk to him about the different sizes and types (though I have zero interest in dirt bike racing in real life) including the miniature ones. I notice he is “also” carrying a boy on his shoulders, which makes the scene ambiguous and distorted - or maybe he was only carrying the boy. He seems irritated by my attitude that the “room” is mine even though I am amazed by the audacity of the others.

My son becomes annoyed by the imposing public (and the feeling they are “taking over”) and I realize he will be getting rid of his (fictional) large collection of embossed spider stickers, sheets of about five by eight, each showing a different species. This also makes me consider how expensive they were. I do not really want to see them discarded.

From here, I go into a distorted pretend fight. I stab one of the imposing dirt bike racing participants in the chest, but my knife is not real and simply folds back each time like paper. I do not feel angry at that point and not even all that confused by the fake knife. After this, I notice more dream characters, some with surreal or abstract faces. I pull out a revolver and shoot one of them, soon realizing it was a blank I fired and thus the dream character remains standing; cheerful, but too distracted by his telephone conversation to notice being shot at (the sound only being about a third of the volume of a real blank being fired). More and more random characters gather and my dream fades.

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What I can add now about this is that I had learned motorcycles sometimes relate to life energy (similar to horses and “horsepower”) or in some cases, the underlying energies of the conscious mind within the dream state. Other dreams about miniature motorcycles seem to imply less conscious awareness and control in the dream state even when the dream is otherwise vivid. However, there is still my “Motorcycle Jump” dream where the motorcycle itself was my conscious self in desiring to wake (after sleeping too long) by flying up through a small window. There may be a touch of that in this dream - a need to get on a dirt bike, take control, and “return” to my physical body to wake (especially considering how ambiguous the setting was - possibly a play on the state between waking and dreaming - the “room in the house”/mind and the “real outside”/external energies in this case - together as one presence).

This was from yesterday, but I forgot to write it down... whatever.

It had a pretty simple setting, it was like I was in a national park set in winter with a bunch of other random people from my high school I recently graduated from.

Everything seemed okay, until everyone started running away from something. I didn't need to ask because when I turned around I saw a bunch of wolves far away chasing everyone. I began to run with everyone else through a tunnel bridge made of wood. There wasn't really anyone around me anymore though, everyone was separated by quite some distance. Soon enough, another bunch of wolves appeared where I was running to and cornered me somehow.

I thought I was screwed, but one wolf that looked different from the rest went near me and fended off the other wolves. It kept me safe. The others were scared to approach it, and left.

...Maybe this is the first appearance of my Dream Guide? I certainly hope so.

I was a police officer and the station got a call about a fire going on in the park (ie a wooded park) somewhere. I think I was a detective officer like Murdoch from Murdoch Mysteries. I was trying to investigate the situation. But at two different times, a boy and a girl (I think with blonde hair) came over and basically accused me of being the one to start the fire. It was only I think a couple of days later, their guardian (I don't think it was either of their moms) came over to accuse me of the same thing. I asked if I could call my boss (Who was the Chief of Police and I was also friends with him) to sort out the problem. He came down and sorted it out

#463 - DILD? 8:15AM -

Become lucid in a new dream scene and fly around. I see anderj101 and high five him. I then explore a place that I used to work and have fun breaking glass.

I wake after 4am and intend to get lucid as I return to sleep. There is a very vivid dream about a tarantula loose in my house. Its was too fast and bites me but I go back to get it from under a bed. I somehow sneak under a sheet and squash it when I see it's silhouette.

Later, I find myself on a hillside over looking a park and a lake. I step off into the air and glide across the area. I suddenly remember that I am dreaming and tell myself this is just what I do now [flying]. There is a young couple picnicking on a blanket below. I wave at them and expect them to be impressed that I am flying. They ignore me. Of course, why would they care? I turn, slowly gliding like I'm in creative mode in Minecraft, and see anderj101 gliding in a opposite direction. His body is in a crucifix position with a goofy grin on his face. I high five one of his out stretched hands as I pass by. I say, "Hey man! What's up?"
He doesn't reply, just continues to glide past like a Jesus figure. For some reason I think that I have been seeing him everywhere in my dreams. I laugh a little at his silliness and consider going after him to get him to talk to me. Something tells me this will crash the dream if I do. I very vaguely recall having been lucid just prior to this dream and my talking to DCs is what crashed it. I continue on as the dream turns dark anyway.

I make walking motions in the air and wonder why I am back to this again. It seem to think that I had just DEILDed, but I am not sure if this is true. I flap my arms and make more walking motions until I find myself hovering over a parking lot. It is now way harder to fly and I resort to hulk jumping. I pounce on several cars and notice a dream glitch where my position suddenly changes and I land on the pavement rather than the red truck I was about to smash. I hear Darlene from work yell at me and tell me to "throw away this magazine". I turn ato see her and several other co-workers at some picnic tables. I walk to her curious what she was talking about. Then, I notice the building. I say, "Hey! This is the old 13th street facility." I'm super curious to go in there after all this time and I forget about Darlene and her magazine.

As I enter the building, I worry about dream length. I tell myself that I really need hard set goals before bed or I'll just wander like this. I decide that if I try to make this super fun and interesting then I have nothing to worry about. The interior is totally remodelled and I am bummed that my dream is making stuff up. Then, I recall that Mercy Hospital owns this building now so maybe they would have remodelled in waking life. I become impressed with my subC for adding in the possibility.

I look around and see a lunch room with cubbie/cube storage and lunch boxes lined on top. It seems to be decorated with apples and rulers like an elementary school, but I totally ignore this. There is a large wall of small square panel glass that leads to a reception window to my left. I follow it, but no one is around. I really want to get to the other side so I start punching the squares of glass. I enjoy the feeling and sound of glass breaking and get really caught up in it. I soon wake up to the sound of my wife getting ready for work in the bathroom.

Each night I was going out of a hideout with another dude, to vandalise and steal. First night we went into jewelers store. It was easy to pick the lock, and we entrered the store. It was dark, though we could clearly see our destination. I went to an energy box, and turned the power off in the whole building, so alarm wouldn't ring. After that, emergency generator in a basement started to work. I entered the dark, cold basement. There were shelves with boxes. I checked them, but found nothing of interest. I shut down the generator, and went back upstairs.

We proceeded to smash display cases, take jewelry, and set fire in the building. Then we just went away, walking calmly through dark alleys into our hideout. No one was bothering us on the way, and city guards were busy with calling for firefighers.

Next night, we wandered dark alleys for a while, and entered a park in the middle of the city. It was a pride of the city, with ancient trees. We took spray cans and started to draw random stuff on the trees. We sprayed most of the park, leaving only the part which had cameras working. When we noticed the cameras, we quickly escaped to hideout. This was not the end, as we were followed by guards. We had to hide quickly. The dude ran somewhere, and I started to climb up to the attic. I was in the darkness, watching the guard trying to find me, and then walk away when he couldn't.

First dream - fragment

I was in my old school, though with the current class. I walked crowded corridors, looking for a teacher. If she was absent, we could go back homes.

Second dream

It was dark, cold night. I was in a park with group of five dudes from my class. I had a backpack with two bottles of Coca Cola inside. They were drinking in park, one of them had a baby with him, and he had to change his diaper a few times. When the whole alcohol ended, they started to walk around the park, screaming and singing. This attracted two girls to join us - both brunette, one with short, and the other with long hair.

I was the only one sober, so I had to lead them through the darkness to reach a bus stop. As we entered it, we got teleported to my barn. One of the guys - a tall, blonde dude tried to enrage me. I punched him a few times, and this made him really mad. He charged at me. We fell to the ground, though I managed to use the force and push him away. He bumped with his head into some heavy, metal object, which caused his instant death. I just standed up and went inside my home.

It was dark, cold winter night. Street lamps gave only dim and weak light. I left a tall building where people were gathered, there was probably a party. I moved through the darkness, walking down some kind of stairs and leaving roadsign that I couldn't read for some reason.

I finally reached road that is better lit, and stood near a building with walls covered with brown plates. There was a plaque with 9-13 carved on it. I thought if this is the right place, or should I got somewhere else. I decided to cross the road. I heard a couple walking through park, laughing. I thought "Wait, I should go back to the plaque."

I went back, and looked at it again. Still 9-13. I looked for the door, and found it in darkness, and moved up the dark stairwell. I finally found my room, and entered it. This was the only well lit place. I saw that I live with three another dudes, two of them I can't quite recall. The third one had short dark hair, gray sweatshirt and jeans trousers.

I sat down on a sofa, and then someone entered the room. It was a man in his late forties. He asked us if we have a TV, which we replied that don't. He said that if we want to watch TV, we should go to local meeting hall.

So this night was a busy one. I woke up at like... 6 ish. In the middle of a dream (The Barcelona one). Then I went to bed. Some of those dreams were SUPER vivid. Which was cool. Way better than yesterday when I only had like a wee bit of recall. Anyways. Here it goes.

06/21/2015 - VISITING UNIVERSITIES

I’m in the United States with my sister, my dad (I think) and Isabelly. Apparently I'm much young in the dreamWe’re going to visit some universities. We’re in a van, however we first stop by Isabelly’s building and I meet her parents. Her mom seems more welcoming, but her father seems like a very strict man.

As per usual, I’m not happy to be there. Everyone else is excited, though. My sister has a green water bottle. Like the kind you take with you when you go jogging or when you go to the gym (it looks very similar to the water battle I misplaced this week and can’t find it for the life of me).

Isabelly is super friendly towards me. I tell myself she’s interested in me. We visit a university and I see a bunch of kids, leaving a class. They’re happy. They’re excited. There’s a guy with a face on the back of his head. Everyone thinks is super cool. I think he looks ridiculous. There is an aeral walkway and a very busy street in front of it. This particular university looks like the ones we have here in Brazil, it doesn’t look American at all.

We later meet Isabelly and a friend of hers at other University. It kind of looks like El Camino College a little bit. Her friend wants to be a lawyer, but it’s mostly because her dad is forcing her to. Isabelly sits next to me. I put my hand around her shoulder. My hand, gently, brush against her chest. She doesn’t seem to mind. My sister is sitting on my left side. A little later Isabelly pushes my arm away. I don’t really mind. It’s not like I’m super attracted to her anyways. I just lean against my sister and think about being in the US again. I’m sleepy, but I really don’t fall asleep.

The van stops across the street from Isabelly’s building. Before we leave, Isabelly (either on purpose or accidentally knocks my sister water bottle around and there’s water all over the van).

Everyone then cross the busy street in front of Isabelly’s building. I fear someone might get ran over. I’m the last one, and I’m running for my fucking life. Then we’re inside Isabelly’s apartment.

I sit on the couch and Isabelly’s (still unamed) friend sister on the floor between my legs. I don’t really think she’s attracted to me, she just might want to make Isabelly jealous.

THE DEAD COW

I’m on a farm with my dad (who by the way has been dead for the past 18 years). We see a dead cow in our property. There’s a number branded on her backside. I looks like 11, but in hindsight it might have been ll. All farms there were indentified by number, ours were 10.

So my dad tells me to call the cow’s owner to tell him about. I do. I call him on the cellphone, and the cow refuses get his dead call, and he’ll only do it if we pay him money (??). I don’t say anything, instead I just give the phone to my dad.

THE CRASHING AIRPLANE

I’m at my sister’s house. It’s not really her ACTUAL house, since she lives with me. The bell rings and I open the door and it’s Michael Keaton’s Bruce Wayne and the Jack Nicholson’s The Joker. They come in, apparently my sister is friends with the both of them. I just look in awe at how amicable they are to each other.

The dream transitions to an airplane. I’m sitting next to a guy, who’s arguing with another one. I get the feeling I know them both. One of them says we shouldn’t have chose this particular company because it has the option of travelling nude. (a nudist airline… I might kickstart that!).

The plane takes off and my sister is cheering, because it seems like a successful one. The plane, then turns upside down, everyone is screaming and holding for dear life. I’m seeing from outside now. It all looks like some bad flash animation. The plane manages to turn around rightside up.

We’re now flying over a river, I have no idea why we’re so low. I’m still outside. The plane nosedives into the river. I’m back inside. I’m freaking out trying to get my mom’s mask on her before I have mine own, even though I know I shouldn’t be doing that. “American Airlines don’t have oxygen masks!” She tells me. I put mine on when I feel the water inside the plane.

I then convince myself this is a dream, but instead of taking control I still let panic take over and I wake up. (Does that count as a lucid dream?)

THE BB SNIPER

There’s a cement pathway on the grass. I think it might be a park.I looked a LOT like the park from a video I was watching before going to bed on mindfulness. So I’m walking until I realize I’m near the beach. I’m stretching, which is completely out of character because I A) don’t exercise and B) when I do I don’t stretch (I don’t believe in it).

There’s a group of people exercising on the sand (the beach looks like Copacabana, now that I think about it). I know someone there. A girl. I don’t know who she is in real life. So she calls me over and I go to them.

So apparently someone is interrupting their exercises, but they don’t know who it is. I spot two kids on a bike, and they have a… BB FUCKING SNIPER. They’re shooting the group with it. However, guess who also has a FUCKING BB SNIPER? That’s right. The Sebass. So I get mine and BLAM. I hit the kid who was shooting at them.

I see the kid talking to his dad. Complaining? Crying? I don’t know. I tell the group we should march overthere and tell the dad about it. The group doesn’t want to. That frustrates the fuck out of me.

THE CHAMPION LEAGUE CUP THIEVES

I’m flying in front of a house. Thisis FC Barcelona’s HQ or whatever. Not the real one. Just one my mind made up. So I’m trying to break into the trophy room. When I get to the window, I see someone inside. Someone I know, Alexandre. But Alexandre here looks like DOC BROWN.

Doc Ale Brown opens this cabinet, and I see it: The Champions League Cup. Apparently, I was there to steal it. As soon as I remove it from the cabinet I think. Fuck. There are cameras here. We’re gonna get caught. Alexandre goes, “worry not, I got this.” So we go downstairs and he starts chatting up the Security Guard. I think I was supposed to erase the videos and turn off the cameras, but I just joined the conversation.

Then these super violent thieves show up and they beat the living heck of the security guard. So, in the dream I have superpowers, right? So I take all the thieves out. So we’re alone there, what do I do? I invite everyone I know to go for a swim at the pool. Ernesto (a childhood friend I haven’t seen in 23 years) is there, but apparently he and his family are dobermann’s now.

I play with them for a little bit, then I remember I brought my dog along. I decide to check up on her. I walk to the front of the house and I see a flash mob thing starting. I don’t know who put that together, but I decide it’s a bit much and maybe we should bounce before the FC Barcelona people show up as I’m going back, I run into a lot of players. They seem confused by the people there, but not angry.

I tell Dani Alves and Xavi that I have superpowers and they demand proof. So I say that I can rip these metal thingies that were screwed on the wall. Dani Alves says he can do that himself, and he does with great effort. I laugh and effortlessly rip it off. Garret Bale (who’s not even an FC Barcelona player) seems super amused by my display of strenght.

I was in a mall, looking at the stores along the corridor. There were restos, offices, and an art room. I went into the art room, looking for someone. It was supposed to be an office of a friend, but she wasn't there. The color theme seems to be light green. I also thought there's a hidden doorway there.

I took a jeep going... somewhere. I was following the lead of another person I don't know. He went down, and I went down, but I have no idea where we were. I started walking in a direction that I thought was correct. The place is reminiscent of the area near Dimasalang in Sampaloc.

I was in a park party with co-workers. I was walking around. I was thinking of talking about important matters.

I was watching Mario jump around, and there's a spiny fish that always annoyed me. I thought that Yoshi should be able to eat it. I also thought about how easy it is now to finish the game, unlike before.

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Notes:

- Slept at around 2 a.m. Woke up to alarm at 8 a.m., but stood up at 8:30 a.m.
- Listened to Sam Harris audio on meditation upon sleeping.

Non-lucid
I sit down to watch a superhero movie, similar to the Incredibles where there's a whole super family, with my mother and immediately get sucked into it. I'm now somewhat "playing" the teenage daughter, and my family, myself, and captured civilians are in the evil person's jet hangar.
There's a cute boy who isn't a superhero and doesn't know that I am one, and I have a crush on him. But unfortunately I know our arch enemy is hanging around, waiting to stir up trouble. I go into the bathroom, where my superhero family is hiding from her, and making a plan of action.
I then wonder about the boy and peek outside. He's talking with our nemesis! I have to get him away from her! I call him over, which gets the attention of our evil nemesis, but the boy does come over. I pull him into the bathroom, and tell him things like "don't listen to her" and "be brave" and such. "Trust in me" I plead with him. He nods. I then leave the bathroom to go rescue the civilians.
I hardly get very far when the boy comes to me and says "Hey! You left you phone!" The evil villain grins in the distance. The boy hands it to me and I notice a flashing light, that's flashing quicker and quicker. A bomb! I quickly flick that away, in the direction where nobody was nearby and it explodes the second it touches the ground. (This part happens in just a matter of seconds.) I look back at my phone in his hand and the phone is still blinking! I slap it out of his hand and push him away. The slap didn't fling the phone very far at all, it was too close to everyone. And it was blinking ever faster. I gingerly kick it down the tunnel where the jet is. It didn't explode, but it's still not far enough. I'm shaking in fear and because of adrenaline, but mostly fear. I kick it again, a little harder this time. It explodes, massively, farther down the tunnel, and I can feel the heat. I collapse on the ground, crying, psychically and emotionally drained. That almost killed my family, these innocent people, and my crush.
During the huge explosion, the jet behind it turns on. A flame bursts from its tail, and starts pulling me toward it. I try to run out, but I get sucked further in. I make a force field around me to protect me. I glance up, at the boy who is standing at the mouth of the tunnel, looking at me in horror.
The POV turns to him, and now I'm watching the teenager get pulling to the jet as it gets hotter and louder through his eyes. She starts to grow in her force field, but she's not strong enough to stop the blades that she's getting sucked in to. (honestly though why are there blades on a jet?) She keeps growing and growing at a faster pace, and finally grabs the blades, forcing them to stop and break off. But she's still getting sucked in to the jet. She forces herself under the jet, and looks at me one last time. She looks terrified.
Everything goes black and all I see are two huge, glowing red eyes and I hear growling.
The scene changes. I'm leaving a movie theater with my mother, and sister. We're talking about the movie while walking through the parking lot. Zack is in the parking lot, and he gives me the middle finger. I feel confused, and a little insulted. I never did anything to him. He joins our party, begrudgingly, and we walk to the park. At the park, there's a little gazebo where two pianos stand back to back, along with other, smaller, instruments. One piano is an upright, the other is a grand. People are welcome to play with them, and they're kept in excellent condition. I consider playing Jonsi's Where No One Goes from HTTYD2, but decide against it. We walk out of the park, and arrows lead us to another parking lot.
Then, I wake up.

I was in our condo. I went to the elevator. I wanted to go to the ground floor. There are a lot of people. I just remembered that I forgot to bring something and considered going back to our unit. Then, almost simultaneously, three elevators opened and people filed in. I went back to our unit to get whatever it was that I forgot.

I was in a plaza/park in a school. We were doing QM (quadrupedal movement) on the rails. It was daytime.

I vaguely remember something about an RPG. Nine squares on the screen to complete something. Riding horses up a cliff or plateau.

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Notes:

- I went to sleep around 4 p.m. because I was feeling sick.
- I woke up around 10 p.m., although I woke up around 8 p.m. as well.
- Felt sick throughout.

I was walking away from a place. I saw buses. I was trying to choose one to ride. It's daytime. I see many buildings to the side, but no skyscraper.

I was inside a mall of sorts. I went to a fruit stand.

I was with Emman. We were in a park. He was walking up hill/bridge. He was wearing really short shorts.

I was trying to fly using an airball (Avatar Airbender reference).

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Notes:

- No alarm, slept at around 1, woke up at around 7 am, but got up at 8.
- Slept listening to Game Theory. I let it finish.

Pretty cool dream, I would've liked to have remembered more of it but I only remembered this much after I'd been thinking about it for a while. I actually didn't think I'd dreamt of anything but luckily the memories hit me like a bag of bricks and I scrambled for my journal to write as much as I could.

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

I am in a huge park with my mum, we're in a group of people and are hiking to the top of a mountian. I am talking to her about different things and I suddenly notice there seems to be a guide at the front. He seems quite un-realistically muscular and dressed like a boy scout leader/park ranger. He is wearing a beige shirt with an orange neck tie with the same beige colour shorts. The guide is also wearing what looks like a ten-gallon hat. As I stop looking at the guide, we reach the top of the mountain. He hands me an empty potato sack and tells me to slide down the mountain. I look where he's telling me to go and it seems quite dense with vegetation with a couple rocks to the side. Regardless I listen to him and prepare myself to slide down.

Memory Gap

I am now at the bottom of the mountain and my mum is behind me again even though she didn't go down with me. I see the entrance to the park and see that there is a booth where people are being given wristbands to allow access. I look at my own wrist and see that I didn't have one, I begin to wonder how I even got into the park without a wristband but dismiss the thought as I want to focus on getting past the booth without being caught. I begin to act like I have a wristband and as I walk past the booth I see two girls roughly my age in there, one has straight brown hair and the other has blonde, curly hair. They are both quite attractive, however I hear some of my friends, they are in a carpark that is completely covered in red/orange gravel. They seem to be playing a more violent form of soccer/football so I decide to join them.

Memory Gap

My friends start leaving and I want to go back into the park now. I start walking towards the gate and on my way I look to my right and see part of a fence that has been completely torn off for some reason I got the slightest hint that I was dreaming because of the fence but once again I wanted to focus on reentering the park without any trouble. I enter a group of people that have their wristbands, catch one last look of the two girls and enter the park once again before the dream fades.

One of my longer dreams actually, even though I forgot some chunks of it. One part I would've like to have remembered was the slide down the mountain. Shame that I forgot about it but at least I didn't totally forget the whole thing. I get the feeling that I've seen the brown haired girl before in my first lucid dream now that I look back on it, she was the one that told me to move carefully otherwise I would wake up. Could she be my dream guide? That would be pretty cool. I'm also beginning to notice that I am questioning dreams more, however I seem to get rid of the thought, I'm not sure why but maybe It's something I need help with.

- Have my second Lucid Dream.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.
- Find my Dream Guide.

Added another goal, If that girl is my dream guide I would love to tick that off the box of goals that I have, maybe she can help me.