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For some reason I start wondering if I'm dreaming. I do the nose RC and since I can still breathe I know I'm dreaming. The dream I'm in is very vague and I have trouble seeing any details. I remember that I was supposed to talk to a DC in my next lucid dream. There's a man next to me so I say something to him. He doesn't reply. I decide that I should leave to try to make the dream more vivid. I go up some stairs and through a door. I'm now in a school corridor. I look around and everything looks real. I turn to the left and start walking. I notice something flying around. It looks like a moth. I consider that my subconscious might be trying to tell me something so I follow it. The thing flies up to a door and I open it and walk through.

I'm in a classroom. There are a few students and a teacher there. It looks as if one of them is having a presentation. I get bit nervous and for a second I'm afraid that this isn't a dream, then I apologize for being late and step in. I think that the things written on the black board might be important. I can't quite remember what it said, but I remember thinking that I should do the reading RC, but I don't since I know I'm dreaming and I don't want the text to change. I read everything on the board and then I decide that talking about it with the teacher might help me remember it. "Does this mean that there are lots of people living in horrible conditions in Africa and no one cares?" I ask.
"That's right" the teacher answers "we are also reading this book. You should check it out." She hands me a book with red covers. There's a picture of a woman on the front. It's called something about OBEs in south Africa. I tell the teacher that I will read it later, but right now there's somewhere I have to be. I think I've waisted to much time on this already.

I leave the classroom and enter the corridor again. I decide to try summoning someone. I think that there's a man walking behind me. I turn around and there actually is a man there. He is big and has lots of muscles. I don't want to talk to him so I turn into another corridor. Then I decide to summon a guy I know online but who I've never seen. I say that he's behind me and when I turn around I see a young man with chocolate colored skin and long black hair. I know this isn't what he really looks like since he's from Asia, not Africa, but I decide it's close enough. I run up to him and hug him. He kisses me and it feels exactly as I had imagined it would. He says something to me about how different I am from other girls, but I'm not listening. The dream starts to fade and I wake up.

I'm going to work at an elementary school [neither of the ones I work at in reality]. I have to go back out to my car to get something. There are other people out in the large, flat parking lot. When I finally head into the building, it's already 3:00, a full hour later than I was supposed to start working. I'm mad at myself because the fact that I got started late means that I can't count that first hour (2:00 – 3:00) toward my total number of AmeriCorps service hours. [LOL! No, no, brain, that was my last teaching job.]

I can hear the faint, muffled sound of repetitious, vaguely pop-sounding music playing from somewhere nearby. I realize that I've woken up in my bed. [Not really.] I'm still tired and decide to stay in bed.

I wake up again in a slightly different room. [Again, not really.] This time, I take my throw pillow and pull it over my head. [Yeah. I fail at catching false awakenings. :/]

I was very rich and I was hanging out with some of my friends. We were at an Italian restaurant. The people who worked there greatly respected me. I sat down and started to eat with a small child and a girl who i don't know in RL. After we had finished eating, some other people I know (not friends) came and sat with us. The guy squeezed himself in between me and the girl (in RL he is quite dodge with the girls :/). The girl and I were talking about lots of things. I remember that she had long blonde hair and green eyes. The little kid at the table refused to eat her food. When I looked across the road I saw a woman shouting at her two little girls for not wanting to share a Hell Butterfly, she then took the butterfly broke it in half and gave one piece each to the girls.

Vividness: 9
Realism: 7
Daily Residue: None
Lucid Aids: Sub Lucid 2.0

I was at school with a professor, he was speaking about cleaning things. There were two girls there that I did not know, I remember referrign them to H and A.

Vividness: 4
Realism: 5
Daily Residue: No
Lucid Aids: Subliminal Lucid 2.0

I was at my junior school and it felt like my best friend had died. I turned my phone on loudspeaker as I walked to my class (?). It had the song Lost by Avenged Sevenfold playing. Two girls, A and C were behind me, I felt like they were mocking the song because they did not deserve it. When we got to class they thanked me, so I got really angry.

It was one of those WTF??? dreams

Realism: 6
Vividness: 6
Residue: No
Lucid Aids: Subliminal Lucid 2.0

I was at my moms house with my friend R. Him and I were arguing about the fact that it was unfair that some people in our class had worked ahead. Every time we argued his mom and mine would tell su to shut uo. R then told me that I had some caterpillar on my neck. When I asked him where, his mothertold us to shut up. Evebtually I burst and told everyone that I had to go because I had a whole term of IT homework to catch up

Realism: 5
Vividness: 8
Residue: No
Lucid Aids: Subliminal lucid 2.0

I am in some school play production type of thing, which is also an assignment worth quite a bit of credit. My character is this tough street kind of girl who looks out for and protects her friends. There are three or four other groups who are performing their routines now. I know that we are the last group to perform.

I am getting more and more tense, feeling like I can't remember my lines at all. Not even one line! It's time to change into my stage costume, which is some oversized overall kind of things. I leave the auditorium and go searching around the school for a place to change. I can't find one and end up spending ages of valuable time searching. I eventually find a kind of shower nook, there is a small girl in there, which I shoo out. As I am digging through my bag trying to get things out that I need, I also search for my cue cards that have my lines on them. I can't find them. I wrote the script for this play so I don't understand how I could forget all of my lines! After someone helps me with getting my clothes on, my mobile rings. It's one of the girls from the play. She's all excited to announce to me that I will be performing a solo song at the end of the performance. I freak out, starting to cry, asking her why she thought this was a good idea, who approved the idea, and what the hell I am supposed to sing?!? She seems shocked into silence and I hang up on her.

Bolting back to the auditorium I find that the last group is finishing up there performance. Dream skip and I am up on the stage behind the closed curtain, in my place ready to start the play, but I still don't know my lines!

I was reading The Law of Nines in the commons. A guy sitting next to me reached over and turned the page as I was about to finish it. I figured he had been reading along and wanted to continue without me. With a brief glance in his direction, I turned back to the previous page. I made a point of taking a slow drink from my glass of water to show him that I wasn’t going to speed read for his satisfaction. He turned the page again. This time, I glared at him. It was Absence. As usual, his hair was white, but it was shorter. He had his own copy of The Law of Nines, but he was much further in the book than me. I made sure my glass was almost empty before spilling the water all over his copy of the book.

I set the glass down and rose from my chair. There was no need to worry about what he might do to my book. I was only dreaming, after all. I left my backpack on the floor. I took the quickest path outside – straight back to a garden. I realized I still had the book and dropped it right there. Bringing it would just get in my way. Once I was outside, I looked up at the open sky. Smiling, I took flight. The walls narrowed near the roof of the building, so I had to turn my body to fit through. To my surprise, I looked over my shoulder and saw a library on top of the campus center. Weird. I flew further up, kicking off walls to better navigate what quickly became a maze of black metal. It looked like another bizarre architecture project. I wanted to find a portal to the Monolith Gardens. If I was lucky, I might even meet up with WritersCube! I saw an old furnace inside the third floor, but I realized making that into a portal wasn’t going to be as easy as finding a preexisting one. I was sure a portal would turn up if I kept searching.

The fourth floor was a GameStop. I saw the sun rising on a TV and focused my attention on that. I remotely paused the video when the sun was clear of the horizon. It began to glow white. Since I proved to myself in my last lucid dream that I could easily pass through glass quite easily, I ran headfirst into the TV screen. The sun portal widened as I approached and engulfed me. I fell through it with no more sensation than an internal shift in my weight. I pictured huge trees in that brief moment between entering the portal and appearing on the other side. Instead of reaching the Monolith Gardens, I found myself back at the open window through which I entered the fourth floor. I hit the ground running and picked up still more speed. This time, as I fell through the glowing, pulsating sun portal again, I summoned a vivid picture of the Monolith Gardens in my mind. It still didn’t take me there; it just dumped me into emptiness. I frowned.

I waited for the dream to come back, but after a while, I was sure I was awake in bed. I went back to sleep, intending to do better next time.

April 20, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at 8pm, woke up at 5:30am. Heard the music in my dream, but as often happens when I'm lucid half-sleeping, I could not hear the words and though I knew it was the sound of my alarm clock, felt it a good idea to ignore it and incorporate it into my dream instead. I have horrible judgement when I'm sleeping. My dream self never wants to go to school. Eventually woken up by my mom around 6am. First lucid in a little more than a week.

Entry 008
I find myself in the city. I'm lucid, but as usual, I don't attempt to control the dream. I allow myself to become involved in the storyline. I see Clemens and a mixture of people from my journalism class and people from my February trip. I realize that this dream will in a way mimic that trip. The city is a mix of Vienna, Budapest and the place I live now. There are modern skyscrapers with quaint European shops and homes squished in between. At once I see museums and horse drawn carriages and then I see glass and steel buildings at another minute. We're told to go off on our own, like we were often told in Vienna. I go on a little excursion. Somehow I end up in someone's house with a grey horse, named Grani over the horse in Sigurd, the Volsung. I'm feeding the horse in metal bowl.

Clemens comes for me. Free time is over. We end up in a low ceilinged building, kind of like a club and a hobbit hole mixed together. We're sitting at long tables eating, watching some kind of entertainment at the front. After we eat, we see a glass enclosed arcade inside. I watch from outside as some people play DDR or sing karaoke. I watch Clemens fail horribly at DDR and decide I want to play. When I try, though, the symbols on the screen are gibberish and the arrows on the pad don't work correctly. I'm kind of disappointed, dream self and lucid self, so I decide to leave.

When I walk outside, the whole city now appears to be made out of quilted toilet paper. Also, the old European charm has vanished. If it were not for the entire city being made of toilet paper, it would look just like the main street of the city I live in now. I walk around for a bit past some familiar structures like the huge mall until I come to what looks like a ramp leading down into a parking garage. I go down. It's not a parking garage, it's the lobby of a bank. Go figure. I decide to set up an account. I'm sweating; For some reason I'm really nervous my mom is going to find out I'm setting up a bank account.

At this point the music from my alarm clock interrupts my dream. Consciously I realize that this is my alarm clock, but I won't allow myself to get up just yet. I don't know why, but the music comes through to me without any words, only instrumentals. This gets interpreted by my dream self as some kind of new super power. The ability to remove the words from songs. What an amazing ability.

I wake up.

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At one point I was an exchange student in Scandinavia where I got lost and was kind of stressed out about not knowing what was going on anywhere. I've been watching the Danish version of The Killing nonstop lately.
There was more that I can't remember.
I promise to myself to write them down as soon as I awake tonight, enough of this slacking!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The only background info you need to know for this, is that my schools lunch prices are extremely reasonable in real life. Also, this dream was extremely detailed

I was walking and talking to my friend Eli on the way to lunch. It was hard and raining out. He was wear a black shirt with blank pants, like he almost always does. He asked me if the geometry quiz would be hard- and I realized that i never even studied for it. I made a mental note to myself to study for it during lunch.

As we got to lunch, it wasn't really the crowded. He sat down at the table we usually sit at and I went for the lunch line. I didn't really know what to buy, all of the food looked different, so I just grabbed some pieces of meat they had and a piece of bread. As I started to walk towards where you pay, I checked my pocket like I always do in real life. I had $5 and my ID.

The lady looked at my food, and kept looking for a few seconds. She said that the total was $25. I was astounded and just looked at her. I said "Are you sure??", she just smiled and said "Yes". I told her I only had $5 and asked if I could put it back. She just said that once the food has been moved, you cant put it back. She said that they would have to start a loan for me to pay it off.

I looked over at Eli sitting on the other side of the room and just wished that I could sit there and didn't have to go through this crap with the lunchlaides. The lunchladies just started to talk with the other lunchlaides about the situation with me. I honestly didn't think it was that big of a deal, but they were going crazy over it.

I didnt have an alarm set, it was early than when I usually wake up, and I woke up pretty fast. Maybe I was trying to go lucid but forgot that part?

April 15, 2010

Notes
Went to bed at 11:30pm, woke up 5:30 and hit the snooze till 6. Remembered entire dream without trouble, woke up feeling strangely frustrated without explanation. Motifs of school, travel, searching. Woke up extremely thirsty, carry over of this into dream. Also went to bed in a tight shirt, carry over into dream. Somewhat boring.

Entry 003
I'm in the tan leather seats of the van I come home in everyday, complete with the same driver who has his trademark limited English. For some reason Kevin and Neil aren't there. I get the feeling I've fallen asleep in the car and we've veered way off course. We were supposed to be going home, but I have no idea where we are now.

We stop at one of the typical little bazaars lined with questionable stores. I sift through a couple piles of clothes. I'm looking for a new shirt, my current one is very uncomfortable. I'm wearing a uniform, not quite my school one, but some kind of uniform. I can't find any clothes, so I get back in the van. My shirt is so tight and uncomfortable I start to take it off while still in the van, then suddenly realize how inappropriate that is. I pull my shirt back down, embarrassed having being caught in the middle of a huge lapse in judgement.

When I get home, I go straight to my bedroom and find a bunch of my friends sitting in a circle around my rug. I start to loudly complain to them about a reading assignment in class-- A story about Sir Lancelot. I start to insult the author as if he is still living, while simultaneously being aware that he died in the middle ages. I talk about how he's only 3 feet tall and mock him for being a midget. I have an image in my head of a dwarf in a brown friar's robe and a ring of hair on his otherwise bald head. I pause my rant to try and drink water from an overlarge can, but it's like gravity is holding the water to the bottom of the can. A few drops fall out, but I can't drink no matter how hard I try.

I awaken.

The first thing I remember is walking through an abandoned school. I can tell it's a school from the slightly moldy, but still identifiable posters everywhere that have the alphabet and other grade school concepts on them. The building itself is in an odd state of disrepair, with some sections being totally ruined and overgrown with moss and roots that don't seem to go anywhere, and others being pristine and flawless. From the windows that line the hallway I'm walking through, I can see that it's raining outside, and lightning flashes intermittently. There is a smell of rotting meat that pervades the entire complex no matter where I go.

I'm dressed in my grandfather's flight jacket from WW2 with a white scarf wrapped around my neck. In my right hand there is a silver .357 magnum, and I can feel fistfuls of bullets in my jacket's pockets. A long knife hangs in its sheath on my left side, and I constantly find myself resting my left hand on it. Finally, there is a small bag slung over my shoulder, and I can hear some objects banging up against each other as I walk, but I don't check what's in the bag just yet.

I continue walking for some time, always checking over my shoulder every few minutes. However, out of nowhere, all the doors in the hallway open up and the undead begin to pour out of them in huge numbers. Their faces are rotting and green foam forms around the jagged teeth in their mouths, their clothes ragged, and their fingers all end in black, bird-like talons. They begin to shriek in one continuous cry as they begin to charge at me by climbing walls, crawling on the ground, and jumping from the ceiling to the floor. I quickly raise my gun and fire off a single shot into the horde in front of me. The gun is much more powerful than it might seem, as the mere act of firing the gun shatters all the glass around me, and the bullet's force rips through every monster in front of me at once. I then turn and dispatch the undead behind me in the same manner.

This proves to be a useless act, though, as more begin to charge down the hallway behind me, so I take off, running to a stairwell. After quickly climbing the stairs, I drop the bag I had down the stairwell and shoot the bag as soon as it hits the floor. The bag explodes and destroys the fragile staircase, and the rubble blocks the horde from chasing me any further.

This new floor is not much different from the first aesthetically, but now I begin to check each room. In the first six rooms, there is nothing but ruined classrooms, but in the seventh, I see the woman-in-red sitting at a desk. This time, her hair is tied up in a ponytail, and she's wearing a Catholic school girl's uniform with a red sweater-vest and white stockings. Her red eyes meet mine, and she smiles and gives a small wave, after which I close the door.

All of a sudden, I feel the hairs on the back of my head stand up and I impulsively duck and roll away. The place where I was standing is suddenly torn apart by the claws of what appears at first to be a wolf-man in ripped clothes. However, as the wolf-man turns to me, I can see that it's actually my best friend. While her face and body seem human, many periphery features such as her ears and the color of her eyes are a wolf's instead. In addition, her fingernails are sharp claws, she has pointed canine teeth, and a tail swishes back and forth behind her.

She lunges at me again, and I respond by shooting four shots at her. She is able to dodge these bullets, and knocks my gun aside. We then begin to strike at each other, her with her claws and I with my knife for some time until I'm able to knock her to the ground with a tackle. I then jump over her prone body, snatch up my gun and frantically begin to reload it as she gets up and begins to howl in fury. At the last instant, I finish loading the gun and point it at her just as she slashes at my throat. I can feel the sharpness of her claws on my neck as I pull the trigger, and muzzle flash and crack from the gun is the last thing I'm aware of before I wake up.

I was at my grandma's house and it was some school event. I was on my iPad and I found some secret way to get to Facebook even though I wasn't allowed but then I was gonna post something. But Kristen started walking towards me so I quickly turned it to home screen and she came up to me and I said, "I'm in Mail!" (An e-mail app.) Then I went upstairs and went on the computer but it was not where it was normally at. I wanted to get a peice of gum out of my pocket but I kept forgetting. I remembered again but I once again forgot. The I was going to the bathroom but there were 3 or 4 cats in there so I had to kick them away. Once they ran out there was a big yellow spot on the carpet so I'm like, "What the heck!"

I was watching my dog in my backyard, Brandy. She was barking at something behind the yard and then I turned and in the slider door, I saw a reflection of some boy video taping her.

I was on some bus that you would see like in Australia. Emily was there and she stuck her foot out. It was in a sexy blue sock and I was rubbing it. Then she started to rub my *lower area* and it felt soo good. (Could've gotten worse if I was lucid... haha )