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Dream - Lucid

I was standing outside of a building next to a parking lot. It was nighttime. I was with someone, though I can't remember who it was. I was talking to them, when I noticed a couple of young, "ghetto" boys of about 10 or 11, one black and one white, standing next to my car. They opened up the passenger's side door. I think they saw me or something, because they left.

At first, I didn't think it was that weird, until something clicked in my head that they had been trying to steal stuff out of my car. I walked over to my car. They had left the door open. It didn't appear that they had taken anything out of my car. "I don't have anything valuable in there anyway.", I thought to myself.

I then remember looking across the parking lot, and seeing them doing that to another car. A few feet away from them was a police car with its lights flashing. The police were outside the car, beating up some dude with nightsticks. I thought that the police had at least seen the boys, and were going to go arrest them. The boys ran towards the building.

I remember thinking that the police had gotten the boys, when I saw them walking out of the building. One of them had a plastic shopping bag in his hand with something stolen from one of the cars.

I then remember confronting them about it. They denied ever stealing anything out of the cars. When they left, I saw the shopping bag sitting by the building. I picked it up and reached inside. I pulled out a white ashtray that still had ashes in it. At first I was confused about why the hell an ashtray would be in the bag, and then figured out the boys had tried to steal it. How much could they possibly get for an ashtray? Weird.

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I was getting on a roller coaster. I sat down in a seat, but it didn't have a working seatbelt or safety bar. I would try to buckle the seatbelt, but it didn't have a part that it needed to buckle in properly, so I tied the belts together across my waist. Likewise, I tried to pull the safety bar down, and it wouldn't stay down. I knew the ride had lots of loops and twists in it, so...this wasn't good. The ride started. I started to freak out. There was a conductor at the front of the coaster. I yelled for him to stop the ride, because I didn't have a seat with safety restraints. He stopped the ride, and I found a new seat. A girl sat in the seat I had been sitting in. She got the safety bar to work.

I then remember waiting in line to get on an indoor roller coaster with Ryan. The park was closing, and the employees were turning lights off in the waiting area, which resembled a cave. They only had one part of the coaster that was left open. We finally got to the coaster and rode it. I was sitting in between Ryan, and my friend's ex, Rick. I remembered that we had ridden the coaster before, but this time, as it was going, it felt different. There were different corkscrews and loops than what we remembered. I laughed as we went through a corkscrew.

I then noticed that the tracks were made up of T-rex heads, and there were T-rex heads all around us. I guessed that the ride must be dinosaur-themed (dur). The ride slowed to a stop in the middle of a corkscrew. We were stopped upside down, but none of us seemed to worry too much about it. I was talking to Ryan, and Rick was talking as well. Then, I think I told Ryan to punch Rick in the face. So he did. He punched Rick right in the nose. Rick's nose started bleeding. I was kind of surprised. He told Ryan he was going to call the police.

Then, we were off the ride, but we were in some school or something. I think it was the building from my previous dream. I remember talking to Ryan about the police. He had pretty much accepted his fate. I was anxious about when the police would arrive.

I then remember exiting this classroom. This part may have been in 3rd person, but I can't remember for sure. Rick came up to me and started to whisper things into my ear, flirting with me. I giggled. I worried that Ryan would see, because he was going to come out of the classroom soon as well. I think Rick's plan was to make Ryan angry.

Then, I remember playing the piano with someone. They were on the upper octaves and I was on the lower ones. It wasn't really a duet, because we were both playing the same exact music, just at different octaves. There was a lady directing us and teaching us. We were getting ready for some big performance. I kept reading the notes and the chords over and over again, and I would mess up at some points and get discouraged; I'd think that the teacher wouldn't want me to perform. But I kicked those thoughts from my mind and kept on playing. The teacher stopped and started us over at the beginning a few times.

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I remember being on DV. There were chat rooms for every different forum, but they were time-limited. I remember entering one, and talking for a bit, and then getting kicked out because I'd been there for the time limit. I entered another one. This one didn't seem to be time-limited.

Then, I wasn't just in a chat room anymore, but I was with a bunch of people from DV in a room. One of my friends was with me. I remember being there for a bit, and then heading to the door to leave. As I was leaving, Rman said something to me about him dating an older woman. I asked
"How old?"
He replied
"No, I can't tell you."
"Oh, come on, yes you can!", I replied with a smile.
"Ok, she's 74.", he said.
I laughed and said
"You're kidding right?"
He looked a little offended as I left. That was probably why he didn't want to tell me. Whoops.

~

I remember being at some wedding rehearsal dinner for some black lady. It was at her house. I didn't know anyone there. I also felt like I had been there before.

This must have triggered something, because I became lucid. I floated around outside, in what looked like my friend Courtney's backyard. I floated into her neighbor's yard, all the time being chased by these weird little white, floating robots. I kept kicking them away from me. I had done that so many times, my legs were starting to get tired. I remember floating into my house. I floated down from the kitchen up through the ceiling into the bonus room. The bonus room looked smaller and messier, with a big TV on some table where there had never been a TV before. I remember rubbing my hands together a couple of times throughout this dream.

Then, I woke up briefly and went right back into the dream.

I was outside again. Everything seemed a little dim. I figured I was wearing sunglasses, so I took them off and put them on my head. There, that's better. I floated back into my house again. I examined my hands. My left hand looked like it was swelling up. Then, the middle of my vision "broke" open, and I woke up.

General text non-lucid dream awake lucid dream

I don't really have much to say on the dream/dreams of the night. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, but I barely had any memory of my dream at that point. I didn't write anything in my journal at that point because I was so tired and I had so little information. I had another dream between that moment and the time my alarm went off. My recall of this one was also horrible, so I'm not even sure what fragment belongs to which dream.

One fragment I can remember is standing in line to an amusement park. I was with my grandpa and I pointed to a wooden roller coaster that was built around a small mountain. I yelled, "OMG!!! That's my favorite ride!" Although I don't remember anything after that, the roller coaster probably woke me up.

This fragment was even worse. All I remember is being in some place that was a cross between a jungle and a swamp. I remember being in a Jeep with some other guy who had a funny mustache. I also keep getting a vision of a giant steel robot in the jungle.

I guess I need to work on dream recall a little more.

The Glowing Forest and a Coaster Ride



I am in a really junky part of Maine, although like always, it’s beautiful. This time its exceptionally pretty: the car I’m in is traveling through a dark forested area on an old road. The moss on the great redwood trees illuminates our way enough so we don’t have to use our lights. Little glowing worms and luminescent animals scurry around. I see a moose with glowing green antlers in between the giant trees. In the car, my mom and I are discussing how much money the houses here cost.

“About the same price as living in the library,” my mom says. I nod as if this makes sense. It does in dream world I suppose.
Our friend Alice Louise is taking us to appraise a house for a guy and his daughter. Along the way she points out some noticeably pretty houses. Most of them have been built into the surrounding landscape; some are carved into trees, some are half sunken into muddy swamplands. One that she points out she’d like to live in seems too small, perhaps the size of a fairy house but a fairy mansion.

We turn into the driveway of a pretty normal trailer; one of the only normal houses in the area. It’s unfortunate that this is what we came to see, not one of the prettier houses. We meet the father and the daughter. The daughter is Abby (an acquaintance in waking life). All of us step into the sunroom which is attached to the side of the trailer. Suddenly it moves, detaching itself from the trailer, and rotates all around it to the other side. This was the “appraisal” that we came here for with Alice Louise. We’re ready to go.

Strangely, when we leave, it’s just Alice and I. She’s driving and I’m in the passenger seat. We’re in the country now, surrounded by low green fields and a big blue sky. The occasional farm passes by my window and there are silos on the horizon. In front of us there’s a guy running manically. He has long scraggly black hair and barely anything on except skin tight white running shorts. If he had a shirt on, I don’t remember. He seems to be running for fitness comically. We kind of catch up to him and slow down for some reason. He comes to the window.

“This is still Washington even though it’s not snowing,” he says, leaning into the window on Alice Louise’s side. She nods and they keep talking about how we are in the very middle of Washington where there is never snow or rain. He gets a little aggressive when he speaks, as if we aren’t particularly welcome right now. We drive off and he begins to run again.
Now the country road we were on has a four lane high-way coming the other way.

“See, we’re not even in the country anymore. We’ll be home soon,” Alice says.

The scraggly-haired man is ahead of us again. We see that he’s throwing sandbags on the road! That will definitely stop the Jeep we’re in. We dodge one but the next is in the center of the road and our front right wheel hits it dead on and we come to a stop. Now the only way home is to use…the roller coaster that is running along the road on the shoulder.

We each get into one of our own coaster cars on the ride. They are cartoon dinosaur heads; you step into its mouth, with the eyes and the nose above you as a roof. Mine’s blue, Alice’s is red. They not only run forward on the roller coaster track, but turn 360 degrees with inertia. I don’t like this. There’s a big hill that we are going up. In front of me, I see other coaster cars. They are jumping from track to track; we are on a similar four lane high-way but this side of the road is a roller coaster. I want to jump tracks like those cars, so I do. It’s easy with intent. When I jump, the coaster car does a flip mid-air and lands on the next track. Sometimes, the cars jump over other cars. It’s kind of a nice sight.

I realize we are going uphill faster than I expected and I don’t want to feel the fall. Although I like roller coasters, this hill is steep: twice Superman, if you will. I close my eyes and forget the dream. I become aware of my sleeping body. Yes, still asleep, not on a roller coaster, not about to fall…

I become aware of my dream body again once I am at the bottom. Alice Louise is gone from my dream. I am now in a gift store: the final destination of the coaster cars. There are a few wooden racks of hand-knitted things. I look at a pair of mukluks that my brother Holden had (dream memory, not in waking life) and remind myself to ask him to buy them for me. A girl comes over and looks at a rack of facial creams. They all have a certain element to them, but I forgot what it was specifically. She debates if one of the creams has that common element with the store clerk.

Kayla (a girl I know in waking life) is buying a pretty unique pair of gloves. They have the fingers cut off hobo-style and are black with Nightmare Before Christmas things sewn onto each finger. The back of the hand part of the gloves have a big skull sewn onto them. She is dressed all gothic-esque and has an air of “I don’t give a shit if I’m retreating back into this style.” (She dressed the same way years and years ago). I lose the dream.



Lucid Beach

I am on a beach with Heather. There’s a ton of people all taking up the shore space, but we find a little sand-muddy area. It’s not particularly nice, but it is the beach (and its winter in Maine, so its pleasant to dream of). Heather starts having an anxiety attack because of the people so we go to the “next” beach, a few feet from this one. They are distinctly not the same beach, but are very close. On this one, there are no people. We have sex, but it doesn’t really work out and we end up laughing and leaving.
There’s a sign on the beach that says there’s a sale going on at “B♠N”. What a weird name for a store I say to myself! We look up and B♠N is right in front of us. In the parking lot area of the store, which is all sandy and car-less because of how close it is to the beach, my mom’s kind of disembodied voice begins to talk about Zelda. Heather responds by saying she’s played all of them, which she has (in dream life, not waking life). I feel weird because I introduced her to the series and still haven’t played all of them (I have in waking life). I become lucid thinking of the name of the store. Jack and someone else are with Heather and I now and we all go into the store. I retain my lucidity but simply watch the events and notice the surroundings. In the store Heather says something about dreaming.

“This IS a dream actually!” I try to convince her and she laughs and kind of “knows” that it is, and I keep pestering her about it. I touch her and really feel her skin.

“It’s weird how I can actually feel your skin,” I say. I’m not amazed about the act of feeling it, but at this point I’m thinking of how my mind is either creating the feeling of her skin, which is an exact representation of the feeling in waking life, or I really am feeling it…on the dream plane. My cat jumps onto my sleeping body and I wake up.


An Anonymous Gift

I’m in my high school. For some reason I take my pants off and put them on the janitor’s cart. I have my white long johns under them though, so I don’t look too strange. I begin walking to my class. Someone in the rotunda says my mom is embarrassed in her classroom (she doesn’t work here in waking life) so I go see her first. Her room is where my 11th grade English class was. It’s set up the same way. She tells me I have a package in the office and I should get it soon. I don’t remember to ask why she was so embarrassed.

I go into the bathroom. Heather is here. Somehow, she ends up out the window, trying to crawl back inside from two stories below on one of those fair game ladders that twist and turn as you climb them (usually horizontally). She’s crying manically and saying the ladder is slippery and she’s going to fall. I somehow manage to take all her limbs and with the help of the janitor who comes in to clean, we get her inside. She’s really distraught.

I leave the bathroom and Heather is now Autumn. We go into our classroom. My 5th grade teacher is our teacher now. Lynn, a friend of ours, laughs when we enter the class an hour late. The teacher is really upset with me in particular and tells me to go get a late pass if I have a good excuse for my tardiness. I leave but have no excuse; I just want to be gone from the room.
I walk downstairs and take a drink at the fountain. My teacher had been following me to see if I was going to the office to get a late pass or not. I casually stroll into the office. I don’t like being in trouble, so I intend it to be the end of the day so I can get off the hook. The bell rings and all the kids scurry out of their classrooms. I sneak into the back area of the office and call UPS from the office phone and tell them not to deliver my package if it’s going to be late. I don’t know why I do this, since my package is already here. It’s nicely wrapped and has a stamp with my name on it.

I bring it upstairs to the benches and open it. It’s a pair of goggles, like steampunk-esque but modernized. They’re red with orange accents. I close the box and leave the school.

My mom picks me up and we begin to drive on back country roads. It’s raining pretty hard, but I’m having a nice conversation with my mom and we don’t mind it. I show her my goggles and she likes them. Neither of us know who got them for me or where they came from. We arrive at this old trailer that I used to know in waking life. In my dream, it’s where Heather lives. Without getting out of the car, my mom somehow knocks but no one comes to the door. I know Heather is home. We just leave.

Okay so school's back on, and I've been getting 6 and a half hours sleep a night, resulting in missing out on the later REM cycles where all the vivid dreams are

But last night, I got to sleep for a glorious 10 hours

I was on a roller coaster on a very clear blue day, with a best friend from school and his girlfriend, when something weird happened.

I realised it was a dream just as the roller coaster was at a high spot. I started shouting "This is a dream!!" hoping it would stabilize me, and get my friend to realise too (you never know; it might be them for real).

But, again, I thought I was waking up. It was really just the dream getting more vivid, and when I was talking, I was convinced that I was half-asleep already and talking in my bed. I can't remember exactly what happened after that, but I know now that when I thought I was waking up and could see my bedroom, it was still actually a dream

So yeah, now I know that as soon as I get that last hour or two of sleep, I will ALWAYS have a lucid

I'm walking the streets of London at night in my awesome long coat, when I'm suddenly struck with the urge to break off a piece of a building. This I do, and it feels heavy in my arms as I carry it into a nearby library. There I find an excellent book on poker, which I tuck into my backpack along with the building fragment and take without checking out.

I false awaken into an apartment in Cincinnati. I wander down to the riverbank, where a festival has set up. Two massive swings are on either side of a roller coaster shaped like a snake and themed "The Garden of Eden." I choose to swing, and get massive air, clearing the top of the coaster as I flip in midair and throw the metal horns with my tongue sticking out.

Note: More fragments today…

Raider vs. Raider
I am in a forest, I look around to see where I am. The forest looks normal, and I am not aware I am dreaming right now. I walk along one of the paths to see where I might be, thinking things seem a bit strange for reality. I don't actually do a reality check, but I slowly become a bit more lucid at a time. I reach a village and see there are quite a few people wandering around, most of them seem worried about something. One of them acts briefly like I was an enemy, then calms down. She says there are raiders on both sides of them, they didn't know what to do. Raiders… that could be interesting, so I ask where these raiders are. She says they are to the north of the village, but I will want to avoid that place. I don't pay any attention to her, instead I take to flying, which shocks the people in the village, and I head north. There are raiders to the north of the village, but they don't seem to be interested in the village, they are busy fighting each other. There are quite a few of them, they seem to be broken up in smaller groups, battling amongst themselves. The ones I see seem to be blindly cutting down anything that moves, whether it be an enemy raider, a plant, or an animal trying to escape… What a bunch of assholes. I land and form Witchblade into a sword and kill the first group of assholes with little difficulty. They seem to have had the idea a woman wouldn't be a threat… There are quite a few of these groups, so I am going from group to group and doing the same thing in each place. There is an injured lion type cat near one of the fights, I heal the cat, and then the cat decides the raiders look pretty tasty. I come to another group of raiders who are killing themselves… and no, they weren't killing each other, they were killing themselves… One of them struck his sword out in front of him, then somehow the blade was behind him and he ran himself through… what a strange flux of space-time… I see that happening in a few places, and then I spot someone near one of the groups. He isn't there for long, but I would have sworn it was Walms… I catch another glimpse of him near another of the battles where raiders are killing themselves… One of them injures himself and then the lion I healed, or one just like it, pounces and finishes the job. There will be a lot of meat for scavengers to feast on here…

I'm Going to Disney Land!
I am in a large theme park, in the dream I believe it to be Disney Land. I am not lucid, so I think I am there on vacation or something. I wander around a bit, I realize I have a camera on my sun glasses. I can get footage of places Disney Land doesn't want me to get footage! I also will have fun. I go over to Space Mountain and take a ride through there on the front car, it is a lot of fun. It was faster than I remembered, but the tunnels are so dark I don't know how well my footage came out. I go to Star Tours, the virtual reality simulator, and it is not as fun as I remember it. The simulated motion sucks. I get the footage anyway. I am thinking I came here with my mom, and she will be waiting up front for me to leave, but there has to be time for one more stop. The Matterhorn! I will get footage on that! I head to the Matterhorn and am waiting in a line that doesn't seem to move when I wake up.

Smokin!
I am at school, but it is a much larger school than my normal school. I am walking around the halls trying to find my next class. I have no idea where to go, I need my schedule. That is in my locker, so where is my locker? Shit, I don't know that, either. Damn first day of classes. Tigress is there with me and she says she's off to her class, she'll see me when class is over. I think that's no help, since I don't have class with her for this one. I wander around more, everyone else is now out of the halls and in their classes. I wander to the edge of campus and stand there with a couple other girls talking and clearly ditching class. One of them offers me a smoke. Without even thinking about it, I never smoke IWL, I accept the cigarette and the light. I am standing there smoking with the girls. One of them says her mother checks her purse, so she hands me her pack of cigarettes. She said the only condition is that I share with her. I say sure and put the pack in my purse. Somehow here time is missing, because the next instant I am getting home in my car. I go inside the house and say hi to my mom. She says hi, but then sees my open purse and the pack of cigarettes. She looks so disappointed. I say they're not really mine, I am holding them for a friend… then I realize how lame that sounds. I tell her ok, they're mine, but I only smoke about one cigarette every month or so… if I smoked more, she would smell it on me, right? Right? I don't think she believes me.

I remember being in our school's gym. Ken and I had made some sort of roller coaster, built into the bleachers.
A girl that I know came up to us and asked if she could ride. We told her it was five dollars. She handed the bill to me, and got in the coaster car. We started it. After it had gotten to the last bleacher, it stopped and she got out. Then she vomited. And again, and again..
"Thanks for nothing!" She yelled at us, and walked away barfing. l0l. It was so weird.

8/16/10

I had a dream I was by a running track.. like ones that athletes use. I saw a famous athlete by the name of Ochocinco ( must have incorporated him in my dream after watching his show last night ). He was doing stretches along with some other people who were exercising and training.
I found myself trying to impress him so I attempted to do some back and front flips.. what was funny I don't know how to do those flips in real life and in my dream I knew I was not able too.. but I told myself I am going to do it...
So there I was walking pass ochocino.. he saw me looking at him and I bit my lip in a flirtatious way he was very tall..lol
So I walk pass and he glances at me smiling but continues on with his training as well as calling someone else over to him. I go on the opposite side of the fence and start doing stretches.. and I try to flip...
..what was funny is I found myself padding the pavement like a running dog.. but I was so determined to control my dream to flip.. I failed several times because it appeared as if I was on all fours hopping forward.. I was scared to flip.. but I told myself " I can do this!.." I run forward and ocho is passing by .. he pauses and I run forward and flip multiple times!!... lmao!! yes I did it and I felt the rush of happiness come over me.. it was not so much of ocho watching me but actually doing the flips!! ha!... he tells his friend.. oh you like that?..
Scene switches to a train station and ocho is there with his friend.. I was standing with them talking and flirting a bit.. but here is where something weird happen... I was talking to him.. but find myself not the girl talking to him.. weird.. it appears I switch roles and I am a different girl... hmmm..weird.
I had a huge tattoo on my right side.. went from my stomach to my thigh and I was showing it off ..
Scene switches and I get on this roller coaster ride.. it is dark out and I get right in it.
When it begins I notice the track the cart was on was a bit old and unstable.. the tracks were going very high and I barely was able to breathe when it would drop down.. the cart would slam onto some tree branches and I had to cover my face with my arms to prevent getting hurt by them..
..I got off the ride and told others to be careful .. that the ride was old and someone could get hurt.. people thanked me and didn't bother getting on...
Scene switches and I am on the phone with a friend who called me to go to the club with him... I couldnt remember most of the conversation but I remember looking at a huge lake and my house was on the other side of it.. I was wondering how I would get across... I saw this old train track and I figured I can skill across it and get home.. I get on this track and once again wondering why the hell I decided to get on it in the first place.. it is shaking underneath me waving with each step and I couldn't go backwards because I was just to far out on the track. There is movement under the water.. light grey creatures barely breaking the surface and I got nervous again.. I began to talk on the phone as a guide to take my mind off this journey.. even inquired about another friend who in real life I lost touch with..
..I finally get home and prepare for this party... my dad is in the living room asking me where I was going.. it was night time

That is all I could remember for I was awaken..

1. The whole family is going on a visit to the King's Island amusement park. We pull into a far away parking lot shared by a strip mall and several megachurches. My mom expresses concern about all the black men loitering in the lot, but my brother and I don't care and start to wander. We pass a local music shop, which seems to be having a going-out-of-business sale. Outside of the store is a row of basses with prices (failed RC), and I give them a good examination. As I look at them, one of the office ladies from my high school walks by and says "I know you and who's with you!" Cut to my high school's office,, where Mom and the lady are talking. It's the last day of school, and she's complaining about how only one student has wished her a good summer. PV, who she's nicknamed (appropriately) Big Chunky," is that student, and he comes from the back of the office to greet my mom and I warmly.

2. I'm watching a suspended roller coaster that seems inspired by a fight with a dragon. There's a lot of flat preparation at the beginning, followed by a crazy drop and a series of loops. Some bullies from my grade school are riding it, and when they get off of it they start to make fun of me.

Starts out with me having a nice dinner in a ball room with a bunch of people. I think people may have been dancing, but I do not recall exactly if they were. Everyone was dress very nicely, in tuxes and in dresses.

Suddenly someone asks if I want to go on a roller coaster that is in the same building, and I agree to it. I follow them to a place where there are a bunch of roller coaster carts sitting and waiting for their passengers to board. Each of the roller coaster carts looked different, and also had different colors.

I ask them what the ride is like, and the people with me replied that it was a fun-house haunted roller coaster type of deal that you will see at theme parks and what not. One of the people with us also explained that the yellow cart that is second in line has the scariest ride. Then, right after that one of the people with us pushes me into the yellow cart that is second in line.

I asked him what the hell he did it for, but I don't recall exactly what he replied. It was something about how I shouldn't worry, and proceeded to make fun of me.

The ride then started, and I noticed how the roller coaster was in what looked like an abandoned building with nothing in it.
the ride took us through different rooms that sometimes had creepy people standing and watching us go by. There was probably more to it, however, I do not remember.

I remember when the ride ended, it brought all of us back in front of an entrance to the ball room we were at earlier. On either side of the entrance were doors, that were very slim. We decide to open both doors.

When I opened the door there were three people standing in a formation facing us. The room was dark, but the light from the room we were in gave it enough light to make out the three figures. They were extremely pale, wearing suits, and I could not make out any facial structures that they had other than their eyes.

"Well, that is pretty creepy!" I remember telling the group of people I was with.

We were about to open the next one when the dream basically fell apart and I woke up.

Night of December 20, 1980. Saturday. (My 20th birthday.)



There is a lot of clarity and vividness but I have only a semi-lucid awareness. I am traveling on a mostly enclosed rollercoaster and going up but eventually I am horizontally riding through what is almost like a car wash. This dream is somewhat glitchy in its augmented energy as undefined forms move about and I can almost make out waveforms moving in the air in some areas or detached miniature wings (that move on their own with no implied body, bird or otherwise).

After I move through a doorway (consciousness shift) that still has the essence of a car wash, my dream becomes astoundingly vivid though still glitchy and with an odd ambiance. I look to my right and see a sparse Christmas scene. Santa Claus is seated on a thrown. He leans forward and opens his mouth fairly wide in an odd “silent bark” at me. I am vaguely aware of a very slight sound which is only slightly like a lip-smacking sound. I feel vaguely threatened but he remains sitting, looking a bit crazed.

Eventually, I climb down from the mostly enclosed rollercoaster as if climbing down over a stack of broken bed frames (dream sign).

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There are a few typical generic dreaming metaphors here, including detached wings (this dream’s flight symbol), which here actually relate to the incorporeal essence of the dreamer (even though I do have a “dream body” in this particular dream), and the rollercoaster (also a form of “flight” since it is metaphorical for the consciousness shifts that occur in the dream state), which becomes a stack of “broken bed frames”, which is analogous to the dissolution of my dream in addition to a play on “climbing out of bed” after my dream ends. I have only had a few “bad Santa” dreams. In most of these dreams (including a few where I was either the “real” Santa, implied to be a temporary stand-in, or where I wore the outfit) there is either a sense of great joy or no particular dominant emotion. The car wash aspect may relate to cellular functions or other bodily functions (related to cleansing, such as especially with the liver or kidneys) while in the dream state though on another level is another form of water induction which is very common in my dreams.