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I am on an alien planet with a barren landscape. The boulders are red and piled up in some places into mountains. At one point in time, the surface ripples like a long, slow tidal wave of earth, which explains the strange fauna, all very sturdy with flat surfaced faces and bodies. I see two horse-like beasts flat against the boulders of a slope. They are gray and immobile, but they detach as I watch, and they separate and heave themselves up the slope…traveling. The scene is depressing, especially the bulky, graceless, sluggish animals.

I am alone…wandering. I seldom encounter other people and nearly always at a distance. They are wanderers, survivors, scavengers like me.

I have settled down now in an enclave of red boulders at some elevation. I can look down a slope, and I can see across the barren, rocky landscape. Sometimes I see a wanderer or a pair of people in the distance.

I am looking out from this desolate aerie when I am threatened by a pair of men from behind. They try to bully me into doing something. I don’t know what they want, and I don’t think they know either. It’s not possible to bully me because there’s nothing I want to protect or live for. I’m immune to their threats, taunts or violence.

My morbid passivity dispels the aggression of the two rough and burly men so they seat themselves, instead, at a boulder as if at a café. I bring them what I have, a little water in a salvaged, worn, plastic container. More people, all haggard and rough, come to the red boulder enclave, and I serve them what I have, bits of food or scant water all in deteriorating containers or poorly-crafted bowls of red clay.

A man and woman come to the improvised diner in the barrens, and I bring the woman a little milk in a broad, plastic container like the bottom of a 2-liter soda. She is hot, dirty and tired, so she tosses the milk like water against her throat and chest to cool herself. For the first time, my emotions flare, and I cry out in distress over the precious milk. “More valuable than gold…!” The regret is piercing, but brief, and I go back to a red boulder where more of the rare, nourishing milk sits at the bottom of a deteriorating container, and I take it to the woman to drink.

My mom appears to help me clean up. I have piles of clean, folded rags with which I wipe out the bowls and other plastic ware. She expects and looks around for water, but I explain that there isn’t enough for washing, so we must settle for wiping with these towels.

Another rough stranger complains about the conditions, at which I slam down my towel in my fist against a boulder and cry, “It’s the whole damn solar system…!” By this I mean that it isn’t just this world or this little, red rock diner, so this person won’t find better conditions anywhere and will just have to get used to it.

A pair of wanderers, probably father and son, come into the diner while I am busy, but I see the boy looking at a little, picture frame I have set upright at an angle amidst the crude dinnerware on a boulder. The frame is white porcelain with tiny, pink roses painted on it. It is square, about 3 inches in both dimensions. In gilt lettering, it says “love,” but there’s no image contained in the frame. It’s empty.

First lucid : [COLOR="#008080"]I'm in a supermarket, I do a RC and realize I'm dreaming.I think about what I should do and suddenly remember to stabilize.I stabilize and the dream becomes clearer. Kris suddenly appears and we look for some kind of shoes when mom comes and drags me to a cake shop. She tells me that she ate some really nice cake and that I should try it too. I tell mom that I'm too busy. I look a bit inside the cake shop and I see a cake that I actually ate in real life before. I change my mind and tell mom that I'll eat that cake to see if it tastes as in real.The dream skips to the back of my apartment block(It's night) and I see that purpleish portal in the sky, I try to fly to it but couldn't so I give up. I walk more and notice there's a party not far away from here. I check my pockets for things and I find my katana.I tell myself : Yes, One of my goals is to fight a monster, I should try it. I walk faster and see 2 rocks on the ground. I grab one from the ground and feel the coldness. (I know I did way more things but this is pretty much all I remember)[/COLOR]

2nd Lucid : [COLOR="#008080"]All I remember is that I woke up and made a RC. I realize I'm dreaming so I go to the window and rip off the curtain. Mom comes to me and tells me : What the fuck you think you're doing? I respond: Mom, Don't ruin this lucid, Please, Go do something else. She's like : What are you talking about? This is not a dream, go back to sleep! I listen to her and lose my lucidity.[/COLOR]

Dream 3 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in some kind of a mall and there are many slides inside it. I see a guy from real life and I try to pretend I didn't saw him while laughing at mom playing at the slides(All of us had the same hoodies). He comes to me and asks me if I remember him. I say yes and then the dream skips to a playground. I'm sitting on the ground near the guy and mom is also here(fu). I'm for some reason in my bra and his friend tries to get it off. I put it back and the other guy tells him it's not funny and then slaps him. The guy says sorry and I nod. [/COLOR]

Date: September 12, 2013
Technique: MILD & WBTB (failed WILD...I fell asleep)
Total hours: ???

Dreamed I was watching people commit suicide by watching them jump from what looked like a very high wall made up of the biggest rocks I have ever seen. After all had jumped, I somehow found myself at the bottom of the wall on the ground. None of them (and I mean none of them) died. As they rolled their bodies from side to side, they just laid there moaning and groaning in pain. They looked up and saw me standing there and they told me that they wish they could have a second chance and not have done what they have done. I didn't know what to tell them, I didn't know if they could even walk from the horrific jump they had taken...I was sure that they were all paralyzed. They kept wailing from the pain and looking for some type of relief that I couldn't give them. "Oh, how we wish we could start all over!" they cried. Then, all of a sudden, I noticed a stair case was on either side of the wall leading back up to where they had all started their jump from the wall. I told them, "Look! There's a staircase! Go up to that staircase and start all over, whatever you do, DON'T JUMP!" And guess what? That is exactly what they did. One by one, they got up and walked up those stairs and never came back. I made sure to stay at the bottom of the wall, just to make sure that no one jumped again. I waited for awhile until I realized, no one was coming back down that wall...each one had gotten their second chance .

Night of June 13, 2013. Friday.



I am back in Cubitis where I had not lived or been for many years, although I had seen images of the place on Google Maps fairly recently, with the added highway and such. It seems to be different in the sense of being some sort of school for people who record their dreams on a regular basis, or maybe that is only one purpose of it for one class. The “students” are mostly around sixteen to eighteen, perhaps, some older. I am not sure of my own age.

I go to my locker, which is rather large and somewhat like a metal version of my wife’s real-life wardrobe and in an outside cul-de-sac area that would otherwise have been where my family’s carport originally was (again, in Cubitis) in real life. It is facing south. I open it and the top area has five smaller piles of my dream journals, each stack about three or four high, not all of the same size and with different color and different style covers, some ring-bound, some plain. On the top one in each pile, there is either a large sticker of a lobster (in lighter orange/brown) or, in a couple cases, an actual toy plastic figure. Someone else had done this to my journals, and I am aware that it is some sort of strangely intimate, even sensual act - indicating some form of “kinship” as well. The lobsters seem to be holding small flowers in bunches (red carnations) in at least a few instances.

A little later, I speak with a girl (unknown) who is also going to the “dream journal class”. I have a feeling that she may have been the one to have put at least some of the stickers on the dream journal covers (even though I first got the impression it was a male when first opening the locker, as there were also some handwritten comments on the pages, diagonally, but cannot quite remember them, but most of those seemed like female handwriting). Her boyfriend appears, and there is some sort of odd communication relating to the classes and their timing or where the girl will be at a certain time - something about her getting a ride home as well.

There are some strange made-up “forced” emotions (seemingly made up by me just to make a dramatic scene at one point to perhaps shock myself into being more aware or lucid within the dream, which does work to a point - it works much better in actual sleep paralysis stages, though) in one part relating to the school from real life and how we are “due” to get there or be there in a certain time period. We only have about ten minutes and it is about three miles away to the south - and there is no transport. It is very dark outside and I go into the front yard. I am more lucid and decide to run (to the south) a bit. I notice, as I am running, that the yard is somehow mostly smooth rock everywhere, but with smaller pebbles and grains of dirt in a very sparse pattern. I notice a larger boulder-like structure in the perfect shape of a girl that is lying sort of on her stomach, but slightly on her side and somewhat up almost on “all fours”, but not quite. This is probably related to a recent real-life image and conversation relating to conspiracy theorists seeing human-like or animal-like figures (or alien technology parts) in every rock picture from Mars or the moon. The girl seems to have, for some reason, otter-like aspects or energies. Otters are “playful” but also known for their ability to crack shells/clams and mussels with rocks, actually using a rock as a tool like an early (primitive) human.

For a moment, I have a slight concern in wondering if it is a real girl who may need help, but then the scene changes somewhat.

A younger man more to the east, closer to the house/school is talking about his concerns in getting into town soon enough for the other classes. I tell him that I can just speed or teleport there in no time (although it seems more like I am actually moving there and back, in “reverse” upon returning, very rapidly). I then focus and feel myself fade out, then fade in to where the classes are, and then back to where I was, almost as if I had not even moved much at all. However, I am left wondering what I (my body) looked like just as the process began, especially because I heard the man yell behind me (becoming a blur) “Dude…what the f…?” in seeming amazement (likely the first time I have ever heard the word “dude” in a dream). Not much more happens. There did seem to be positive emotions in the part where I saw the toy lobsters and stickers, yet with a sense of wondering about the public itself and what they were really “up to”.

The last part may actually be a play on a popular gag (from my school days) when someone claims they can do something in a very short amount of time, remain motionless, and then ask “Want to see me do it again?”

UPDATE: Validated several precognitive facets for today, but not all had been written in this entry, so I left the other details out for now that I had not mentioned at all in the entry. The main one was that I was given a bunch of very small, wrapped-up red carnations (exactly as viewed in the dream) “to take home to my wife”. It was one of the women in the IGA store that I had not seen for months. I guess they were just left over or something, but they never did that before in the time I have lived here.

This was a a very vivid, pleasant lucid dream. My Task of the Month attempt didn't succeed, but it was a beautiful experience nonetheless. Also, this is the third time that my dad's DC has hinted to me that I'm dreaming and finally I listened!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #86: Rock Candy

I'm standing at the door of a lakehouse with Dad, recounting an extraordinarily vivid dream from earlier in the night. I lean against the doorframe, looking out over the water. "I can't believe how much of this stuff you remember," he says. "And then that whole 'vivid dreaming' thing you do."

"Yeah," I respond. "It's actually called 'lucid dreaming'." It hits me that this is all a dream. I step outside to a wooden walkway, leap over the railing and take flight over the lake. "I'm dreaming right now!" I shout over my shoulder.

"That's amazing," I hear him say as I cruise away over the lake. I pass through a cypress canopy and get high enough to survey the lake. The lake stretches as far as I can see, its surface criss-crossed by dirt paths that are decorated with beautiful marble archways.

I land on one of these paths and walk along for a while, enjoying the serenity of the moment. I pass a bulbous, bright blue flower that's the size of a basketball. Its petals ripple gently in the sun and give off a glow that looks like a bloom effect you'd find in a video game. Just before I come to a marble archway, I find a pile of rocks and think of the Task of the Month (find a piece of coal and change it into a diamond.)

I dig through the rock pile, hunting for coal. The closest thing that I can find is a black, rectangular hunk of glassy, volcanic-looking rock. It looks too crystalline so I get the bright idea of crushing it into coal by popping it in my mouth and chewing it up. I bite a hunk of the rock off and begin to chew. The taste is amazing! It's like a homemade raisin bar with just a hint of chocolate. I'm immediately reminded of the goodies Mom would bake when I was a kid.

I wander the paths for a long while, contentedly passing under the shadows of archways, walking by strange, brightly glowing plants, and happily biting off pieces of this delicious black rock. I feel immensely pleased with what I've created for myself and unmotivated to change anything.

Eventually my path takes me to an ancient-looking stone wall. Oddly, there is a working escalator alongside the wall, and I board it, curious where it leads. As I ride up, I pass many people that I know, most memorably my friend DX (who I recently saw for the first time in over a year.) His short hair has been replaced by an enormous ball afro. We swap greetings, but the escalator quickly moves us past one another.

At the top of the escalator, I remember Task of the Month and spit out a bit of the black rock to see if it's coal-like enough to work. Unfortunately, it's more like slightly sticky, finely-chewed glass. I look back at the escalator and see Fedora, a guy that I used to know in college but was never friends with. I say, "Fedora, go ahead and give me that piece of coal you have." It works! Fedora hands me a perfect lump of coal and I get to work on squeezing it. It's becoming smaller and smaller, and I feel like a tiny diamond is beginning to form. Fedora demands that I give him the diamond when I'm finished since it's "his". I'm about to tell him that this is fine when the dream gets really unstable.

I prepare to DEILD, and it goes black. I'm very aware of my body now, almost awake. I release all awareness of my body and try to let the dream take me under. Apparently I let my self-awareness go too, because I'm shortly back in the dream, but no longer lucid.

I'm standing about twenty feet from the escalator talking with my friend The Schwartz and another person that I can no longer recall. "So what went wrong?" asks The Schwartz. I walk them through the last portion of the dream in detail. As I'm describing what happened, I see an attractive stranger in her early 20s eyeing me. She smiles and waves me over. Excited, I begin walking toward her but suddenly feel super guilty. I remember that I'm married and feel like a dirtbag. Then I remember that I'm dreaming and feel awesome again. The stranger smiles and turns away, an older guy (her boyfriend?) draping his arm over her shoulder and walking away with her. I start thinking about Task of the Month again, but the dream fades...

Lizards and Snakes

There were a bunch of baby chamelions. Then a snake came and had one in it's mouth.
A narrator started explaining how all the lizards were being eaten, and then there
were many snakes and they were all eating a lizard until there were none left.

Then the narrator started explaining how the lizards are vulnerable when they are out
of their homes, and he started explaining about their homes. He explained that the lizards
lived in a little hole, and I'm seeing everything that is being explained.

The lizards would chew a little home from wood and have their babies in the home. Then
the babies need to chew their own home, and in that time, they are vulnerabl. In this case,
Snakes had eaten every lizard that was running around, but there was a whole where some lizards
had been spared. They came out and there was a whole batch of lizards that survived.

Then one of the snakes was making his home. It was an Eastern King snake, and it made its "home"
by crawling "hard" into the ground, but again, the snake crawled in a piece of wood. The snake
carved out an indentation in the wood as though it were crawling through sawdust.

The snake was crawling around me. I wanted it to crawl around me, so I stayed very still
so it wouldn't go away or bite me. It started crawling around me and I thoguht it was awesome.
He was about 3 feet long and very pretty. Then I noticed that a bit towards its head, the snake's
body was torn. It looked like the nylon from old pool chairs. I felt bad for the snake, but it
also signaled trouble. Then the snake looked at itself pretending it was going to bite itself.
This was just a ploy to not draw attention to the fact that it was going to bite me, which it did.
It didn't hurt, but it was annoying.



Attorney and the Monster

This was such a cool dream. I was watching Perry Mason. His table was in the middle of a huge, empty
room, and surrounded by a little wall all around him about knee or waist high. This scene later repeated
with the wall a bit higher. Anyway, that was the opening scene. Moving forward, a man is choking a
woman on the ground. He doesn't kill her; he merely scares her. She's fine, but she can't get up.

The man runs away, she looks over and now I see where she is looking. There is a rock wall like a cave
wall or something. There are jagged rocks. Right against the wall and kind of blending in, is a rock monster.
He is made of a line of flat rocks standing on edge getting bigger and bigger as they go to his head.
It is kind of like a snake, except made of increasingly larger, flat rocks. Its head is like a triangular
rock, but the corners are way rounded. His expression is painted on with lines drawn in either pink or black,
strange, but I can't really remember which. The eyes were just lines, as with the mouth, but the expression
was eerie. He looked evil. The eyes were drawn like lines going up, over, and back down, so like a frowning face.
the mouth was just a line also, but painted on this rock face, and that rock body, all on the ground, it was
humble and miserable...and wanted to get the girl that had been choked.


The Dog and Flying

I had a dog that was in a cage I think, on a train. It got off the train. I held it by a leash, and someone
told me to just try to get him back up on the train.

I then saw a lady come down from a second story in an apartment, and then come out through a closet. I figured
I could go up if she had gone up and come back down. I went in the closet and saw an opening in the ceiling. It
would be awkward getting up through that opening, but I believed I could do it, so I jumped up to fly through,
which I was successful at. I ended up in an up-stairs area. I knocked over a telephone because I was still flying,
though I was heavy and not very skilled.

I had something like a balloon or something that I put under me. It helped keep me afloat. Now I knock over a
large, multi-line phone. It falls downstairs. I say, "Watch out!" but it hits right next to a woman who never
even tried to move. She looked up. I said, "It wasn't my fault!" It wasn't, though it felt as though it were almost
my fault.

I dip down again as I'm not good at flying, and went back up as I worked on my belief.

The End

Dream - Lucid

I felt myself falling asleep. I sat up out of my body, and went over to the other side of the bed. I looked around my dark bedroom, and then, decided to look at myself. My body was there, on its back (I fell asleep on my back), peacefully asleep, much different from the last time I had one of these experiences (last time my body was tense and afraid, eyes wide open and terrified). My body wasn't under the covers.

I went up to my body and stroked its hair, and said
"You are beautiful."

Then, I was in a room with Brett, my first long-term boyfriend that I dated in high school. I wanted to fly with him, since he was there with me. I grabbed his hand, and he said something, though I can't remember what; something along the lines of "what's going on?" or "where are we going?" I said back to him, trying to carefully choose my words,
"This is a lucid dream!"
He responded
"Oh right, a lucid dream," like he was agreeing with me that it was, indeed, a lucid dream.
I thought about whether or not he was a DC or an entity, since most of my DCs give me a blank, stupid stare or just outright deny that it's a dream when I call attention to the fact that I'm dreaming.

We then flew up into the sky, where either the sun was setting or the sky just had those sunsetty colors in it. I remember vividly feeling Brett's hand inside mine. We talked as we flew, but I can't remember what about. I then looked up and saw a starlit night sky and a beautiful, vivid red galaxy. I pointed it out to Brett. I thought about how this was the first time I had been able to fly with anyone hand-in-hand. I've tried before, but the person "weighed" me down, or someone else took me up to fly, and while we were ascending, I'd wake up.

~

I was in some mountain river or stream or something. This dream occurred during both the night and the day. This guy I went to high school with, Jason L., kept pushing me down into the flowing body of water, onto the rocks, etc., saying things to me as he did so. I don't remember what it had to do with, but it had some sort of purpose. I then remember seeing a body, not sure if it was mine, his, or someone else's altogether, but he/she busted their head on a rock, and bright red blood started to pour out. I started to freak out.

I remember talking to Jason L. civilly in this dream, and I remember trying to get out from under some rock and my vision kept shaking, like I was trying to get out from being stuck underneath a block in Minecraft.

There was a point where I became lucid again during this dream, but I quickly lost it.

There was more to this dream, but that's all I can really recall.

Last night I had a dream, and I remember the ending of it somewhat well. I was in a very foggy place. The air was white and I don't think I could see the sun because of the thick fog. I could see things close to myself, which was mostly the ground, which was rough natural stone. I think I had somebody with me but I don't remember who. There was a small incline to another area, and I got the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there, or that people don't usually go there, but I climbed the small craggy slope up like 1.5 meters and went anyway. I had been standing next to a small stream with an intricate worn path in the rock ground. After climbing up, I noticed an arch, sort of like a doorway. I don't remember too much about it, but it was made of several stones and there may have been some foliage as well, and somewhere I saw letters or symbols(I don't recall if they were on the arch or inside or what). I walked around it and looked through from the other direction, and saw a small dark room(I don't remember seeing anything in front of it from the other direction, the arch stood alone I think), with some hanging moss(Spanish moss?) partially obstructing my view. I remember seeing a little bit of the color dark purple, I know that the moss was a dull grey green. Either I or somebody with me said, or I thought to myself, there is a bear inside. It wasn't scary but it was sort of discomforting. I or we kept moving, but I don't remember what else I did or saw in that rocky misty land.

The landscape was kind of like this, but with more fog everywhere. After a google image search, I know that the landscape was much like the highlands of Scotland, with more exposed rock-- but not particularly jagged rock, it was craggy but worn smooth enough to climb and walk on.

I know I don't remember much, but I can't stop thinking about that place. It was really nice.

EDIT: My not-quite-accurate-but-close illustration

Saturday 26 May 2012
I am walk down or up (idk) a staircase at school. Walking past me is Mostafa Galal. I wonder whether or not I should say hi or something. I then decide to ask him how Post-rock sounds like. (This is referring to a waking life facebook status and comment) He says it sounds just like indie and everything like that.

I was in a dark humid cave like area when my friend Dillan, walks up to me and says something about silverfish and needing a pickexe, I walk over to the wall of the (cave) and see a few of my science supplies sitting there. I pull my rock sample pick out of its sleeve and say "picks look cool with his texture pack" (I then have a black spot in my memorie) after the empty spot I remember holding a tool that looked something like a fuzion of a hammer and saw with one side a flat mallet and the other a jagged saw

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was standing on a tall, grey rock. I must have been right at the edge of a residential area that bordered a mountain or forest area.

At first I was possibly looking up at the sky. The sun seemed to be so bright that I had to close my eyes. But at some point I heard my mom and another woman talking in my head. The two women were talking about a thunderstorm.

I looked at the sky. Some heavy, grey-black clouds loomed off to my right, taking up half the sky. I could tell they were thunderclouds. I was really afraid of getting struck by lightning.

I stood down on the ground now. I looked up at the sky again. I noticed that the left half of the sky was somewhat clear. It looked like the storm was getting pushed off to the right. I thought that if I walked more toward my left I could escape any impending lightning strikes.

I ran to my left -- really afraid of a thunderstorm. I ended up in the crevice of a mountain. The landscape all around me was of barren rock. The rock was gritty and dull, kind of like a tannish grey granite. The area sloped downward for a bit, then flattened out, but remained ridged, like a molar tooth.

There were a few other people in this area, mostly men. They seemed to be split up into pairs or threes, almost like fathers and sons. Each group seemed to be engaged in some task.

I eventually ended up at some contraption made out of old wood. The contraption was like a C-shaped frame. It came up about to my chest. There may have been a couple other guys around me.

I heard some people talking, either around me or in my head. The scene may have changed at some point. There had been some discussion of a guy. I asked what had happened to the guy. The person talking (in my head?) said some short phrase that led me to understand that the man had been convicted of murder and executed by hanging.

Non-Lucid Lucid Comment

Plenty of fragments last night, not sure how they all connect.
In no particular order...


I'm on a train with my friend matt and two girls I don't recognise, I'm talking to them about the event in turkey that we are going to see. It appears that we are on some sort of lads holiday, no doubt caused by the fact I am going on one this year. The girls keep talking down to me, as if they are rich and we are poor, I mention the fact that we are going to see this fight.

Small fragment of the fight going wrong and lots of mechanical monsters roaming around the swimming center.

In the swimming center, completely naked, we are all going down different slides, the layout makes no sense. When I get out of one slide I am completely lost and just stumble around until I find another. There is a couple kissing in one area and I try to sneak past them to get to a slide, but she grabs me and tells me to meet her in the shower in 10 minutes. I consider!

At a family house I am with a friend (not sure who). We are attempting to complete something which requires large rocks, so go over to the left side of the house and pull a large rock out of a swimming pool. The family friend tells us that we are welcome here but we are not allowed to take rocks from the pool.

Last night's recall was again very poor. I remember only a fragment. At least I'm still keeping the "recalled something" streak. Here's a short dream from the past:

Bruce Willis, Sergio Busquets & Me
Date: June 30th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was in some kind of running competition with Bruce Willis and Sergio Busquets. Everybody knows who Willis is, but in case you don't know Busquets, well, he is a footballer playing for FC Barcelona. There were other competitors as well, but us three were by far in front of the others. Busquets started creating a gap to us, which makes sense, you'd think professional footballer can outrun a recreational footballer and an old actor. But when Willis tried to overtake me, I had had enough! We started really gritting our teeth and taking everything our muscles gave us.

In the end the race escalated to Willis somehow summoning a car for himself. God damn! That's cheating! Luckily I managed to summon some help as well - soon I found myself chasing Willis with a motorcycle. Bruce wasn't much of a driver, as he crashed into the woods in a turn. I started just watching the crash amazed and because I didn't keep my eyes on the road, I crashed into a rock! I went over the motorcycle and smashed into the same bush as Bruce.

We just looked at each other and started laughing. I'm glad we at least found the comedy of it.

Dream - Lucid

I was in a river in a canyon, surrounded by rock walls. The sky was grey. I want to say I was in Oregon. The water was pretty shallow, but it was moving pretty fast; some of it looked like white waters. There was a girl with me, and there were other people around as well.

I remember also telling someone that I had Gyrados (a Pokemon) at home. I was worried about moving to a top floor apartment because the water that he required would leak through the floor. Weird.

I got into the river. I felt the water rush around me; I was about waist deep. I was going to climb over one of the rock walls to the other side of the river. This girl that was with me was being so annoying. She kept telling me everything to do, what I was doing wrong, etc. It was really pissing me off.

I got to the wall and started to climb. The rocks were damp, dark grey, and mossy. I wasn’t afraid of the climb at all, surprisingly. In fact, I discovered that I loved to climb, and it came to me very easily.

I got to the top, and the girl was still being annoying. I can’t remember what I did; in all honesty, I think I just ignored her, or maybe I told her to be quiet. Anyway, I climbed to the bottom the same way I did the top. I got in the water, which was rushing very fast; the current was extremely strong.

I got in anyway. The water was a little deeper on this side of the wall. I saw other people in it, families even, who were not getting swept away because they were on the outskirts of the river in the more shallow parts. I started to get carried away, but I saved myself before I got swept too far. I fought the current and made it back to the wall.

~

I was at my house, in my room. The lights weren’t on in my room, and it was grey outside. I think Leslie was there with me. I had all these pets...tons of cats and a dog. They were all kept in the playroom where I keep my cat in waking life.

I went out into the hallway, and there were 3 identical orange, fluffy cats there. All of their names were Ginger, except for one, who I called Ginger White (why I have no idea…the cat was all orange just like the others). One was in the middle of the hallway, the other right behind it and to the right, and the last by the door.

I went back in my room, and the phone rang. I answered it, and heard a small voice on the other end. I asked who it was, and they said
“Ginger White!”
“Oh! I couldn’t tell it was your voice!” I said back. I can’t remember what else was said specifically.

Weird. My cat called me.

I then went in the playroom. The dog in there was in the brown laundry basket beside the door to the game closet. He was a short haired small-medium sized dog with brown fur. He was jumping up and down, trying to get out of the basket, which also had some dirty laundry in it. I brought him some food and water.

Then, I went downstairs into the living room, and there was a mother cat in a cat bed with lots of kittens. The cat bed was sitting on the far end of the couch on the arm. They were so cute! Some of their ears were flat, like the Scottish Fold breed of cat. They were dark grey with black stripes.

I laid on my stomach on the couch and started taking pictures with my phone of the cats. I kept trying to zoom in and out, trying to get the best angle I could. Every picture I took was pretty good, but it wasn’t perfect like I wanted. The mother cat was being very good and looking at the camera every time I tried to snap a picture. I kept thinking about how photogenic she was.

I was at Emerald's place, but it looks strange. House. They/We were cooking food. Border. Taste. Trials. Failure rate vs. success. Bomb. 1010. Mom. Facebook. Slide. Luge.

Barbarian town theme. I was in the Stronghold hold. We were under siege by a few creatures. I/Sorcerer attacked by throwing "gas" at the enemy, but it fell on the allied creatures below me. I tried again and lit the gas.

2nd dream:

I was on a mountain. Me and another person fell, and we were running down the mountain/cliff. Rocks are falling all around us. We landed safely, but there are still rocks falling around us.