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1st dream:
I am in some bar, celebrating a friend's birthday. I am not sure which friend because the mixture of people was so bizarre, that I can't figure out which one of my friends would know all those people. The drink menu was very strange, and I end up ordering some weird cocktail made of gin and beer. I guess I figured that since it sounded so weird, it must be decent, otherwise they wouldn't put it on the menu. Wrong. A woman who doesn't seem to like me at all in waking life was there and was being very nice to me, making all sorts of pleasant conversation. She first recognized me in the bathroom by seeing my boots from under the stall. I do wear those boots everywhere i guess.

2. I was on the front porch of my parent's old house, playing the banjo. I was getting pretty good at it and was having a lot of fun. Then a group of people I went to high school with walked up my driveway. "Hey, we heard you were sick, and we thought we'd come see how you were doing." one of them said. (I am sick with bronchitis right now in waking life, but in the dream I had no idea what they were talking about). I told them I was fine. One of them asked if I had a towel they could borrow, so I ran upstairs to get one.

3. I wandered through the park by my high school where that 15 year old girl was recently beaten to death by an unknown attacker. I felt a bit weird. I had spent my whole childhood playing in this park, but now it felt sinister, even though it was a sunny day. I heard a small laugh, and turned around to see a small baby all bundled up in the grass. No one else was in sight. I picked up the baby and carried it out to the street. There were police everywhere, many of them trying to calm down a hysterical woman. Somehow I knew she was the child's mother. I put the baby in her arms and she cried with happiness. With one hand, she unhooked a chain from around her neck and put it in my hand. There was a small gold key attached to the chain.

4. False awakening:
I could hear my roommate calling for me and I woke up (or so I thought). She stood in my doorway and asked me which tube of toothpaste was hers. I was confused because she always uses that all natural hippie toothpaste with no chemicals or whatnot. I tried to sit up to answer her, but I couldn't move. I couldn't even move my lips to speak. She kept standing in the doorway, obviously thinking i was pretending to sleep or ignoring her. I was completely paralyzed, unable to make the slightest movement or sound.

When I actually woke up I had to ask her about it, because it seemed so real.

about time i had rememberings. and such strong ones as well. what happened was i was in school. i felt abit ill, so i skipped lesson one. then the guys from jackass were at my school, and they sked me to assist with filming, and then we hung out for the rest of lesson 2. by lesson 3 i felt really unwell, so i called a taxi and got in, the jackass guys now faded. i arrived home to the shock of my mother, who asked why i came home. i told her i didnt feel well, but she sent me back to school, i dont remember how. i dont remember lesson four, but during lesson five something strange happened to my DC of my friend jake. he shuddered a bit, and turned to me. he looked at me nd said, "hey you dont feel well. your not gonna come to school today are you?" i looked at him and said: "what are you on about? im at school!" he just shook his head and said "nope" he then seemed to get pulled awy, and i woke. i need to talk to jake about what happened.

best thing?: as i had already gone to school last night, i didnt go today. that, and also jake was right. in the morning i had a relape of my cold.

creepy.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my room, trying to conceal a baggie of weed somewhere in my closet. I remember Ryan and one other person, a female, being there. I put the weed in my pocket. Then, I was suddenly wearing a blue jean skirt, and the weed was in my underwear? I was trying to hide the fact that I had it. Something was wrong with the shower head, and I think Ryan was fixing it. It was squirting water in a weird direction.

Then, I was in my middle school lobby. It looked kind of similar to how I remember it. I was carrying this huge bag of stuff with me. I saw to my left a glassed-in office, and the assistant principal was talking to a girl in there. I dropped the bag, and lots of things fell out. I distinctly remember two containers of yogurt falling onto the floor. I dropped down on my hands and knees to pick everything up. I was still concealing the weed in my underwear, and hoped that it didn't fall out.

The assistant principal came out of the office, and said he needed to talk to me, because I wasn't supposed to have food in there or something. I thought he would catch me with the weed. I told him no, I wasn't going to talk to him, because I didn't even attend school there. He said "Oh, alright," and walked away. I joked about this experience to Ryan and the female.

~

I was working at Kroger again. I was supposed to be a cashier, but I was on the wrong side of the register. The store was relatively empty. I was ringing up a lady, and she wanted to know how many points was on her Kroger Plus card. The store's system was messed up to where it told everyone that they had zero points, and I explained this to her. Then, she started telling me that I needed to do this complicated process to get her the points. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I left the store and let someone else take care of her. I was apparently going with my dad and brother to pick up my mom from the airport, because she had just flown in from Oregon. I remember being in the car with my family, saying that I needed to get back to work. I was worried that I was going to lose my job since I had just kinda up and left.

I returned to the store, and no one was at any of the registers. It was empty, apparently closed for some maintenance issues. I went back to my register, and they had moved it. My purse and other belongings I had brought there were sitting by the register. Then, there was an announcement that the store was reopening. At some point, I "remembered" how cashiers had to carry their extremely heavy, bulky-looking registers to the back to count them down, as opposed to just taking the drawer out to count it.

I was then at a table at the front of the store, dealing a game of Texas Hold 'Em, but it was mixed with Rummy. It was "Poker Night" or something for the customers. Apparently, this was my job. I was confused about the rules of the game, but did it anyway. I saw a girl at the table behind me, shuffling her cards all fancy, doing all these tricks and stuff. Then, half her cards fell onto the floor. There was a male employee sitting with me at the table, and he looked like Dr. Venture from the Venture Brothers. He looked at me with a concerned look, and I explained to him why I had to leave the store earlier. He said something along the lines of
"I rarely hire female employees, but you're the first that's ever had a fainting problem."
I said in reply,
"What? I don't have a fainting problem. Did I faint earlier?", but he didn't respond.

Then, I was looking at prizes for the game, or something. It was all meat, and was in a glassed-in cooler. I "remembered" seeing people chop off big chunks of the meats to give as prizes. One was just lobster meat shaped into the form of a lobster, and it was wearing bondage clothes. It was titled "Awkward Lobster". (WTF)

February 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 176: The Freaks Come out at Night
Series: The Land of Dreams, Episode 1
around 6:00am
DILD

Category - WTF


I find myself in a high school classroom. I'm talking to one of my friends and a new student. The new student is Kurt from the show "Glee." The bell rings as Kurt was saying he was going to try and start a Glee club. I told him that he could count me in, and I asked him where we should practice. He said, "Don't you have football practice?" I thought, "Oh shit, I'm going to be late." I started walking through the school (which was much like my old high school, but 10x's larger). I walked through the weight room and there are absolute giants working out. Actor Terry Crews is doing running exercises with giant round weights attached to his ankles. I recognize a few people, but they are several times larger than their waking life counterparts. Several of these people are at least 10 feet tall. I felt like a midget walking through the weight room (gym). I remember justifying this situation thinking, "This is the biggest weight room in the state." I got down to the locker room and was putting on my shoulder pads, when my friend Mike walked up and said, "The championship is next week." I then responded, "Yeah, too bad we have already graduated and don't really have practice." I instantly became lucid after saying this.

I was a little bummed about it at first. I really miss playing football. I then shook it off and proceeded with the LD. I began flying through the school. As I passed doors in the hall, I glanced in to see what was going on. There were several normal classrooms and several oddities as well. I'm pretty sure there was a live donkey show about to go down in one of the rooms, but I decided against the disturbing nature of the situation and kept flying. I passed a room where cheerleaders were stretching. I stopped and enter the room. There was a very hot brunette laying on her back. It was Santana (Naya Rivera) from Glee. I knelt down and began performing oral on her. I could hear a teacher (cheerleading coach?) saying, "What do you think you are doing!?!" I just kept going for a while, until the dream began to get fuzzy. I backed off and performed some stabilization. The environment stabilized, but I was now in a different area of the school. I noticed I was in the front lobby. I noticed (out of the corner of my eye) a few odd looking characters following me as I exited to the front lawn. It was dark outside. I saw the flagpole and decided to climb it. As I climbed the pole, I saw there was a large group of people gathering around me. One was Wayne (a big dude who directed the little league sports programs among other things), the others were random people, and several freaks from the movie, Freaks (1932). Wayne attempted to push me off the pole, but only spun me around it as I ascended out of his reach. As soon as I reached the top of the pole, I heard something breathing behind me. I turned my head and saw a guy that was the same height as the flagpole. It was the giant, Mathew McGrory. He scared me a bit. I then leapt of the pole and landed away from the large crowd (which was started to annoy me). A couple of the freaks ran up to me and invited me to eat at McDonalds with them. I agreed and told them to meet me there (so they would leave me alone). The giant said, "You will be one of us." They all sang, "One of us, one of us, gooble gobble, gooble gobble..." as they head toward McDonalds. I then took flight to get the hell away from everyone around me.

The sky turned into an internet page. As I flew into the page. I was now inside the internet. I flew through internet page after internet page, most of which appeared to be google search pages (or other search engine results pages). I flew through dark-outer space like areas with flying envelopes (which I assumed to be e-mails or instant messages). Every now and then I flew through some viral infected pages. I could see areas of the page covered in a glowing red/orange web. There were small guys with spears and winged hats that were attacking the virus, which fought back swallowing some of them up. I woke up while I was still exploring the internet.

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What exactly does it mean to be KingYoshi? To find out, stay tuned for more entries to the series!

Finally broke the dryspell with two medium quality LDs. Dryspell was about 3 weeks I think. Don't have time to write them up, maybe later.

02/08/2011
Dream One
"Oneironaut vs. the Dream World"

(Wow. This is the longest entry I have made in a long time. Lol. It's been a while since I have taken melatonin, and I ended up taking 6mg last night, before bed. I also took a batch of multi-vitamins late, which might have played a part in this. I had a ridiculously long lucid, filled with some of the most incredible action I've experienced in a long time. Unfortunately, this dream was so long that I was not able to retain a lot of the detail - even though I stopped myself and tried to remind myself of the past events, along the way. Oh well. I was able to recall all of the encounters I had (I think), but the details of each fight (and the timeline of which fights happened when) are either hazy, or completely gone.)

I was back at my High School. (I had gone to a friend's memorial service, on Saturday, and it was at our old High School. I hadn't been on campus in over 10 years, and we actually got to go inside and take a look around, which was pretty surreal.) I was either in the gym or the cafeteria, and there was something strange going on - though I can't remember what it was. A kid near me was trying to help figure out exactly what was causing these strange occurrences, and he looked up behind me and pointed his finger toward the ceiling, yelling out "Look!!" When I looked up, I saw someone's arm, high upon a window sill, drawing itself back, as if trying to stay out of sight, the rest of the body hidden because of my lower position. This was all too familiar, though, because not only did I recall the last time I saw a mysterious arm tuck itself away from my sight, high above the floor, but the arm was decked out in that same tell-tale green and red sweater. I both became lucid and recognized this recurring character, at the same time. "Come on out here, Kruger!" I called up to him, from below, now fully aware that I was dreaming.

Freddy showed up. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of our conversation or fight. I do remember that at one point, he charged at me, and I did something of an aikido-type of counter, sidestepping and grabbing his arms - using his own momentum to turn him into a front flip and land on his back on a cafeteria table. After a while of fighting, he'd ended up giving up. (That makes twice he's given up against me, so far. Ha!) and I continued on around the school.

I remember even less about the next encounter, but I somehow ended up getting into a brawl with SSj Gohan, from Dragonball Z, still in the school. (I would almost think of this as completely random, but I did have a dream that SSJ Gohan was stalking me, some time ago. I was not lucid at that time, and ended up spending the whole dream running from him.) I remember vague images of this live-action kid with bright blond - almost platinum - hair standing up on his head, and wearing that purple gi he'd gotten from Piccolo. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the actual fight, but I remember that it had ended up back in the gymnasium. I walked toward the closed gym doors, where Gohan was about to make his final stand. When I stepped toward the doors, prepared for anything, I remembered the Kaiyo-Ken attack, which is one of my favorite things to do while lucid. I flexed my upper body and imagined the energy pushing outward from my center. The dream was very vivid, and I could feel the energy surging through me, small flickers of red waves of light radiating around the edges of my peripheral vision. I could tell that my body was ablaze, but - in retrospect - I wish I would have looked at myself or something, to see how awesome it must have looked. Lol. The last thing I remember about this part was pushing open the doors and walking into the gym to finish the fight. Don't remember how it went, though.

The school scenario continued. Sometime after my fight with Gohan, though, I had lost lucidity. A couple of friends and I were walking on the top floor of the school, and ended up in a wide open hall that felt somewhat like our old school library. (In real life, the school was only two stories tall. In the dream, it was much, much taller.) There was a long row of windows, set over a wall that was probably about 3 ft high, to our immediate right. Seemingly out of nowhere, a Harrier jet hovered into view, its nose slowly waving from one side to the other while pivoting along the hallway. (I was playing CoD before bed, which heavily features Harriers.) It was scoping for us - one of us, at the very least. The moment it zeroed in on us, the fighter jet opened fire. High-caliber bullets came streaming in through the glass, and my group scattered. Being that I was the closest to the wall, I hit the floor and rolled toward it, positioning myself to a seated crouch in a corner, below the window - just this short, thick stone wall between myself and the flying jet outside. I figured that, if I wasn't directly in front of the window, the jet would no longer be able to see and target me. I was wrong, though. Even through the explosive shower of glass particles, I could see the tracer rounds blazing into the building over me, my friends ducking and diving behind any cover they could find for themselves. Then, the train of supersonic shells began to descend toward me. The plane was now gunning for me, even though I thought I was out of harm's way. I lay down on my back, the bullets cutting down through the glass, and then into the top of the stone wall I was hiding behind, busting through the stone barrier as if it wasn't there. All I could do was watch the tracers break apart my hiding spot and rocket across my body, inches above my chest. A feeling of dread washed over me, and all I just hoped to God that the onslaught stopped - that the pilot would become convinced that I wasn't actually behind this disintegrating wall anymore, and cease fire before his bullets cut through me.

I don't know if it was my subconscious will what made it happen, but the line of fire settled on a height just mere inches over my chest. Even though he kept firing, he wasn't cutting down through the wall anymore. His aim just loomed over me like a limbo bar. With these few passing seconds, I had enough time to process my disbelief at what was happening. I realized that I was still dreaming. Immediately, I jumped up to my feet, completely ignoring the machine gun fire, which I must have simply phased through, because I didn't feel a thing. Itching for revenge, I remember jumping out of the shattered window and landing on the plane itself. I'm not sure exactly what I did to it, but the next thing I remember is levitating in the spot where the jet was once hovering, and looking down below me as the jet fell toward the earth, already engulfed in flames. It hit the side of the building once and exploded, the wreckage crashing down to the courtyard floor.

More time passed, and I was now walking through another section of the school, still lucid. I was in an outside, upstairs hallway, walking with some teenage kid (as a visual aid, here is an actual picture of an upstairs hallway that I took, when we visited the school). He was leading me somewhere, but at the time, I didn't know where. The longer we walked down this hallway, the more it seemed to morph. It was changing from the school to something of a dark, medieval castle, the stair-well area that we were coming to turning out to be a catwalk-connected castle tower. We stepped into the dark tower, and guess who showed up to greet us...Ol' Freddy Kruger. Again. He thanked the kid for leading me to him. Apparently, the unknown kid was just sent out to fetch me. Kruger wasn't the least bit happy about our earlier encounter, and he wanted another go-round. This time (as I had done in a previous dream against him), I matched him nail-for-nail, flicking my fingers so that matching razors came out of my fingertips. We had a short clash in the tower, but again, I don't really remember the details of the hand-to-hand combat. The one image I do still have is of stabbing at his face with my fingers/nails, and him bringing up his own hand, threading his fingers between mine and stopping my hand right in front of his face. We fought for a while, though, and it actually ended up spilling off campus. I remember running out to the parking lot with some girl, and we both jumped into an old muscle car. There was a high speed chase where we were either chasing or being chased by a 'ghost car' that was being 'driven' by Freddy (by that I mean he was just controlling the car, but no one was in it). Unfortunately, I don't remember much more about this part than just weaving through traffic with the girl in the passenger seat. I believe that it was sometime around here, that I lost lucidity.

(It's possible that this next part was a separate dream, but I honestly don't know, so I will count it as the same one.)

I was back in the High School. There was a girl walking in front of me, and I remember looking at her back, lost in thought. (I don't know if it was the same girl from before.) For a moment, I had completely forgotten about all of the previous events, but the girl looked back at me and said something to jog my memory. (I wish I could remember what it was.) Whatever it was this girl said, she tipped me off that I might be dreaming. A bit surprised at the possibility, I looked at the wall to my right, where a clock was supposed to be. There was no clock, but there was some kind of schedule which showed times that marked certain events. Using that as my clock, I remembered one specific time on the list; 9:59. I turned away from the schedule and when I looked back, there was no 9:59 anywhere on the list. I had to look carefully, because there were times close to it, but there was no 9:59. I was still dreaming! By this time, I was completely amazed that I had not woken up yet. I ignored the girl and tried to recount all of the events of the dream(s) I had been having - thinking back through my fights with Freddy, Gohan and the Harrier. Even by this time, I didn't remember all the details, but I remembered the basics. The girl stopped and asked me something about why I seemed so distant. I told her that I was in the middle of the most incredible lucid dream, and started exclaiming about all the battles I'd won.

We walked through the 'multi-purpose room' (which was the main room that we entered/exited, when I revisited the school in real life, on Saturday), and out the side doors of the school, toward the parking lot. There was someone walking out behind me, but I didn't notice at first. He was talking shit to me, but I wasn't paying him the least bit attention. Eventually, he said something about the boy that had led me to Freddy Kruger, some time ago. I heard him imply that I had kicked the kid's ass (though I don't remember doing so), and that the kid was his brother. Apparently, this DC wanted to fight me, in his brother's name, but I really wasn't interested. I had half a mind to just keep on walking, and let the guy keep on running his mouth. But then he said something about my ex, MJ. I can't remember exactly what it was he said, but it was something like "Or maybe you'd like to hear about what I did to your girlfriend, 'the Virgo." (MJ is the only Virgo I've dated.) I stopped in my tracks and turned around. I recognized the guy. He was B.S., one of the 'tough dudes' back in HS, that you just didn't fuck with. J.S. was his brother (in waking life, but I didn't recognize the kid from before as J.S.). He chuckled at the fact that I had turned around at MJ's name. He said something like "Ohh....why so defensive? She's not really still your girlfriend, is she?" As he said this, two other guys walked up beside him, putting down their bags as if they were all about to kick my ass. Still completely lucid, I said something like "No...but I'm just getting tired of hearing you talk." I stepped up to him, staring him dead in the eye. I said something like "Well? You are apparently looking for a fight. Go ahead. Come on. Do something." This obviously threw him off his game. He stammered a little bit, looking at his friends. I just egged him on. "Come on," I said, looking down at my wrist, as if there was a watch on it. I warned him that "you're running out of time," knowing that I would be waking up soon. If this guy was going to make a move, I wanted him to do it now.

He did. He and his goons all attacked me at once, and I basically just tore them apart, punching and kicking from person to person, not worrying in the least about their attacks. It was like Jackie Chan taking on a bunch of punks. They didn't stand a chance. I just completely took them apart, criss-crossing between them - moving as fast as I could to attack whomever came in range. By this time, there was a crowd gathering, and one guy came close to me yelling "Yeah! Alright! ...." and I punched him in the mouth, thinking he was one of the attackers. The guy stumbled back, holding his face, and said "WTF?! I was rooting for you!!" Quite comically (and in somewhat traditional Jackie Chan fashion), I apologized to the guy and kept on fighting against the small gang of schoolyard bullies.


(I woke up during the fight. From the way things progressed, I was already amazed at how long the dream had lasted. I knew that I'd taken a lot of melatonin, and was expecting that I had slept most of the day away. But when I looked at the clock, it was only around 7:30am - and I didn't go to sleep until around 4:30am. I had only been asleep for 3 hours! I was absolutely blown away by this, and I jumped out of bed and went over to the computer to jot down my notes. Looking for a chance to induce another lucid dream by WBTB, I then went back to bed and tried to fall back asleep, before I stayed up too long to do so. Thanks to the melatonin, I had no trouble drifting back off.)


Dream Two:
"Fight and Flight"

I don't remember anything about this dream, before becoming lucid. I was with Todd and, having already known I was dreaming, I was flying over the landscape with him right behind me. Since I had a lot of room to work with (and no real plot to pay attention to) I was really pushing my speed, digging in and trying to go faster than I had, the last time I was flying as fast as possible. I had amazing control, and I would dip down toward the patches of water beneath us, changing directions close to the water and having it spray up around me in my wake. I remember just trying to go faster and faster. Every time I would settle on a speed, I would try to push it even further. Flying over what was either an ocean or a marshland, I came toward a patch of trees. The patch was at least 100 yards wide, maybe slightly longer from front to back. For just a moment, I wondered about trying to fly around these trees, but since I was going so fast, I wanted to try something else.

When I came to the watery forest, I imagined myself phasing from left to right, zig-zagging so fast that I became nothing more than a non-local blur moving through the trees. I have never really done this before in a dream, but it worked perfectly. I didn't lose speed at all. I simply came in contact with the forest, and 'whisked' my way through the trees, shifting myself around so fast that it practically felt that I was in more than one position at once. Still flying at a breakneck pace, I exited the forest, looking back behind me and seeing that Todd was still right there on my heels. There was no trouble with gravity; no 'sinking' feeling, when thinking about the fact that I was trying to fly. I was just in total control of my flight, at a level that was very rare for me.

The last thing I remember about this dream was that we had landed on some far-off jungle island. Night had fallen, and there was a bit of a scenario about a voodoo-type tribe treating us like monsters and plotting our demise. We found ourselves in a torch-lit courtyard, standing before a set of enormous doors made of logs. The doors flew open, and an enormous beast charged out at us. It looked almost human, but had elongated arms like a gorilla, and it was very pissed off. Once again (and this is becoming an unfortunate habit), I can't actually remember much of the actual fight. I do know that we ended up winning, because there was a part afterward, when we were talking to some of the indigenous about our victory.

(Even though this dream seemed much shorter, I woke up almost 6 hours afterward, which I would suppose accounts for most of the details of the fight scenario being lost. All in all, though, the entire night's worth of dreams was absolutely amazing.)

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I didn't bother with the alarm. I had to wake up early again, and I'd lost track of time and went to bed early.

I remember walking home from school and was surprised to find my dad parked out waiting for me. The weird thing was, even though I was walking home, I was walking toward school.
There was also something else about Ricky Gervais, but I don't remember.

02/05/2011
"College Course"

My dad was surprising me with a gift, for some unknown occasion. I can tell that I was much younger, in this dream, but I don't have any idea of what age. He led me out into the garage, and pointed over to one side, standing back and giving me room to pass through. Glancing over to my left, I lay my eyes on a red and blue enduro dirt bike (which looked just like this), parked next to some other bike, that I didn't really take much note of, as if I were already familiar with it. Ecstatic, I wheeled the dirt bike out to the drive way and began to inspect it, checking the choke and other switches. Finally I jumped onto the bike and stomped down onto the kick start. There was a ditch around the side of the house, that I had to avoid, and I was soon tearing off behind the house, pushing up through the gears. There was a large school campus (maybe a college or high school) just past the field I sped across, and I began weaving left and right, so as not to hit the people just wandering along the grass. I'd heard another dirt bike, out on the street, and when the person had seen me, I noticed that he turned around at the stoplight, came up onto the curb, and started trying to keep pace with me.

The physics of the ride were all very realistic. I was playing with clutch/accelerator dynamics to do short catwalks, but was being somewhat careful, because it's been a long time, since I've been riding. Beginning to run out of grass, I came along the front of the school, just at the parking lot, practically shouldering passed a security guard. I figured I'd gone about far enough, and hooked a U-turn around the guard, squeezing the front break and twisting the accelerator back so that the back tire spun in an arc around me. Facing back the way I came, I took off once again, weaving between the students and faculty once more. Don't remember much more than this.

I dreamt that I was cycling behind someone of my class wo isn't Very handy. He wanted to move to the left to pass me by. Wen He went back to right, He fell into a stream. I said I couldn't help him because my clothes where new. The last thing I saw was that he was trappling under the bicycle and He couldn't get out of the stream.

Dream - Lucid

I slept pretty hard last night, so a lot of my recall is shot till I had some dreams/FAs/weird experiences this morning. I do remember a fragment from the night though.

I was at my grandparents' house, smoking weed with my grandpa. I wasn't supposed to do it again for some reason, but I found some extra that I didn't know I had, and hid it away. I also almost took a whole bunch of my grandpa's weed, but decided against it.

~

I was in my high school's band room, but I think it was supposed to be elementary school. There were kids standing by the door, lining up like they were ready to go somewhere. The teacher, my old 2nd grade teacher to be exact, was standing at a podium at the front of the room. It was very quiet, and I realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and counted 6 fingers on my right hand. I looked at one of the girls standing in the room, Chelsea, and I said

"Chelsea! I'm dreaming!"

She just looked at me and smiled. The look on her face and on the faces of all the other kids who were now staring at me, was one of pity, like I was crazy and they felt sorry for me, but they were going to humor me by smiling and keeping silent.

I examined my hands again to induce some clarity, but I felt myself losing the dream. I shouted "Increase vividness!", and I still felt like I was losing the dream, but a little more slowly now. I felt one of the chairs closest to me, and felt the hard plastic material it was made out of. I started to fly through the ceiling, when I woke up into an FA.

I woke up in my bed, and looked at my phone for the time. 8:30, right when I was supposed to get up. One of our cats, Pounce, walked into the room and jumped on my bed. I pet her a little, and she started to scratch herself. She drooled everywhere (she drools in waking life, haha). I said "Are you drooling, Pouncer?". Her drool got all over one of my green school notebooks that she was sitting on. I looked up, and there was a TV in front of me, with some weird episode of Family Guy where everyone looked like purple aliens.

After this, I really woke up. Tossed and turned a bit to get a little more sleep before I had to get up.

~

I woke up again, this time to my alarm going off. I looked at my phone. 8:30. I tried to turn the alarm off, which was barely going off in the first place, and ended up accidentally resetting it to go off. I finally got it turned off, and got up to get in the shower.

I entered the bathroom. It was very dim, and the sinks were missing. It was also bigger than my waking life bathroom. I went to turn on a light switch, but the wall around it was covered in these light brown moving spots. I went to the other side of the bathroom to try to use the other light switch, but it too was surrounded by these light brown moving spots. I wondered to myself if they were bugs. I repeated the process of going back and forth a couple of times, now trying to turn on a light to see if the spots really were bugs. I decided that they were, even though I never got to touch the light switches to see for sure. I thought to myself "I could go to another bathroom without these bugs in it if I were dreaming."

Then, I was in my bed, but it took me a minute to figure out where I was. There was a mirror behind me, but when I tried to sit up to look in it, I couldn't see my reflection. In fact, moving itself was a chore. I could barely keep my eyes open, they were very heavy. I was trying to look around, but it was so difficult to keep my eyes open, just looking around my room was a chore. I closed them for a minute, but forced them open again, because I knew I'd wake up if I closed them. I wondered if I was having an OBE. I tried to fly, but couldn't. My body felt very heavy. I fell onto the floor, still with my eyes struggling to stay open. I don't remember seeing my body on the bed, so I was then very unsure of what was really going on. I knew I wasn't awake. I then got up off the floor, put my feet on the edge of the bed, and was lying down in midair, with nothing supporting my weight but my feet on the edge of the bed.

Very strange experience...very strange indeed.

Plans: My plans for this night involved becoming lucid, as usual, and meeting up with MoSh to continue a much neglected series of Hogwarts dreams that we had been having a while back that involved the two of us in the Tri-School Wizard Tournament. We had completed two of the tasks… one where we had to make our way across an obstacle range, and another where we had to sneak past a dragon to grab a golden egg, much like the first task in the book Goblet of Fire. Other tasks included the other Hogwarts, where I was supposed to be teaching a class… Q says we can use a bit of time travel to pick up where we left off in both of the Hogwarts worlds… and also to complete tasks from the TotY on DV, the tasks for LPTC, tasks of the month on DV and MM… my own list of goals… wow… o.O

Epic Fail
I am at school, sitting at my desk, waiting for class to start. The instructor is Mr. Chappell, also known as Mr. C, and he is actually one of my favorite instructors. He is passing papers back out, announcing everyone's grade, and I am in line to get mine. I peek ahead and see an 84% on my paper. When I get to the front he hands mine back silently, I wonder why he didn't announce my grade. He says he didn't think I would want him to, I look and see the paper has a 54% on it… an 'F' when I had seen a 'B' there earlier! I ask why the low grade, he says I didn't answer the question properly. I take out the assignment sheet and show him that I did, and I answered it following my notes. He says I didn't even take notes, I say I did so. He says to show them to him, so I go back to my seat and get the notes. I say my paper should at least earn a 'C' even if I did misunderstand the assignment. He reluctantly boosts my grade to a 70%, and says everyone who got an 'F' on the assignment will now get a 'C' instead.


My Last Breath
Note: This one fulfills the Mortal Mist Basic Challenge for the month of February, which is to meet dreambot or, alternatively, to complete one of your own goals. Healing the Longbottoms has been a goal of mine that I have attempted in the past, tonight I completed it!

I am at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, and I am at the breakfast table. I eat waffles… yum… I am lucid, so I eat plenty of them with lots of butter and syrup since I don't have to count points for these. Just as a note, I am on the Weight Watchers program, so I count points for everything I eat. I finish and wander over by the Gryffindor table to see if MoSh is there. Neville is saying he will be out of the school for the day, but since it is Sunday, it isn't important. He is telling Harry and Hermione this. Maybe he's going to St. Mungo's to visit his parents… perfect opportunity. I follow him, and he does go to St. Mungo's. I follow him to his parents' room, but he sees me before he goes in. He seems embarrassed that I found him there, asks me not to tell anyone. I say he shouldn't be embarrassed of the condition in they're in, but proud of the fact they stood their ground in the face of such opposition. And now it is time for them to be healed. He looks questioning, but I say I have been trying to heal them, and I think he is the key to breaking through, will you help me? Of course he will! Though he doesn't seem too hopeful… We go in, the healers are glad to see both of us, I use the song My Last Breath by Evanescence. I encourage Neville to help me with the spell, he joins in, and it seems he is a natural healer, contributing much energy to the spell. We use it on his mother first, she recognizes him, and there is a brief tearful reunion. That can wait, one healing left to do. We use the song on his father with similar results. Now there is a three-way tearful reunion from which I quietly excuse myself. I figure that is a private moment, and I don't really want to be part of it anyway.


The Secret of the Egg
Back at Hogwarts, the one where I am a student, sitting at the dinner table is when Dumbledore brings up the subject of the tournament again. He says he hopes we are all making good progress on decoding the messages our eggs have to give us. Draco is beside me and he mutters that the egg sounds like someone torturing a hippogryph rather than a message any human could understand… I remember that the way to listen to the egg is underwater. I want to see if MoSh is there this time, so I wander over to the Gryffindor table. Neville is excitedly telling anyone who will listen that his parents are better and they will be visiting next weekend, he can't wait for everyone to meet them. MoSh is also there, as is Asuka, they are sitting next to each other getting a bit too touchy-feely for a public school… and if it wasn't for Neville, they would probably be gathering an audience. I say hi to MoSh, and he says hello, I ask if they have listened to their egg yet. He says no, this is the first time he has been back, Harry has been procrastinating, and Hermione has yet to figure it out. She has been spending her time researching all the strangest languages she could possibly think of. Of course that doesn't do it. We decide to listen to the egg in the lake, since there are both men and women in each group. I tell Draco I have an idea for the egg, and we go down to the lake. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and MoSh are there, too. I briefly think Ron is like a lost puppy following the others around even though he is not in the tournament. Draco thinks this is a weird place to take the egg. I tell him to get in the water with me, then duck under. He looks at me like he thinks I am nuts. Harry and Ron also think MoSh is nuts, but a look of realization is dawning on Hermione's face. She says of course, the density of the water will alter the sound the egg makes… maybe it's not a foreign language after all. We get in the water and go under, I open my egg. It is indeed speaking English now, it describes how to get to the bottom of the lake, follow a maze of passages, and get to the goal. Draco has to surface a few times for air, I breathe water without even thinking about it. When I surface, Draco asks if I am part fish… how long can I hold my breath, anyway? Ron, Harry, and Hermione are staring wide-eyed at MoSh, still underwater, and then he surfaces. Ron is stunned, he says, "Blimey! I've never seen anyone but a fish stay underwater that long!" To top it off, neither MoSh nor I are even winded. I can breathe water to get to the goal, I will have to figure out some way for Draco to do it. MoSh will be able to help Harry and Hermione better than any gillyweed!


Until It Sleeps
I am at the Hogwarts where I am supposed to teach a class, but I have absolutely no idea what I am supposed to be doing because I can't remember where in the curriculum the class is right now! I look through a book called Out of the Darkness by Raven Knight as the students are coming into the class, I figure I haven't taught them any healing spells yet, so I will start with that. I open the book to the song Until It Sleeps by Metallica. I explain the use of the song to the class… how it can be used to calm rage and anger from someone's heart, put the rage and anger to sleep. I also explain that if someone is doing horrible things because they are in pain, not physical pain, but internal pain… emotional pain, spiritual pain… this song will take that pain away. After the song, they will go back to acting like their true selves. Of course if their true self happens to be an asshole, they will still be an asshole after the song. It won't change that. It is meant to heal someone, not to transform who they really are, since that is a choice everyone has a right to make for themselves. I show the spell to everyone in the class, and this goes smoothly with no unexpected difficulties.

I was walking through the hallways of my old elementary school. I'm not sure what triggered me, but suddenly I realized that I was dreaming. I came across a friend of mine in the hallway. "Hey! I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed. He laughed and said "what are you talking about?" and then slid through a nearby door.

I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together. It worked briefly and the rubbing of my hands felt so real. Unfortunately it didn't last for long, and the dream slowly faded.

My lucidity was short lived, but it was still exciting.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, but I don't think I was on the clock. I saw Chris come in, and was trying to avoid him seeing me. I only saw his back, though. Never saw his face. He was standing in line wearing a black polo. I ran to the back, and there were dishes soaking in pink sanitizer in the first of the 3 big dish sinks. Usually they soak in the 3rd sink, though there were dishes also soaking in pink sanitizer in the 3rd sink as well. There was a guy working back there, setting many dishes in the 1st sink. I looked in the sink, and every dish that was in there was cracked and breaking. The guy didn't seem to notice. I started to freak out. Every time he'd pull one out, it would crumble and break. I went and got my boss. I told her she wasn't going to like what I was going to tell her. I showed her, and she said they had been having that problem all day. Apparently, the excess sanitizer was causing the dishes to break. I took some of the dishes out, or rather, pieces of dishes.

Then, Caitlin called me up and told me she wanted me to be maid of honor at her wedding. She was supposed to marry a guy we knew awhile back named Jarred. I was confused, because I thought Courtney was supposed to marry him (they dated back in high school). I told her I would be honored to do it. The ceremony was on Friday.

I then went back out into the dining room at work, and saw Chris's back again. He was sitting down, drinking a double shot of espresso. I went back into the back to avoid a confrontation.

I talked to Caitlin again, and she said she wasn't going to marry Jarred anymore, because he moved to New York with some girl, but they were still going to have a ceremony/party.

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I was at school, taking (another) statistics class. Caitlin was in it with me. I commented on the teacher, and how I had had her before, and since she was very Chinese, it was very hard to understand her. The teacher started to teach and write on the white board. I looked at her again a little later, and she had turned into this very southern, red-headed woman I know that frequents the coffee shop. Still couldn't understand much of what she was saying.

Then, I was walking down the hall of what looked like my old middle school, trying to find my literature class. It was room 306, and I was in the 340's. I went down to the other side of the hallway, and found it. A girl I went to middle/high school with, Lauren, was there. She was commenting on some guy she was dating. I thought that was interesting, since she had been married and had a kid. I assumed they had split, and I didn't ask any questions. I also saw Nick, a guy I had briefly dated in middle school and had a quiet falling out with last year. He ignored me completely.

I entered the room, and the desks were pushed together in groups of 5 or so. There were few seats left, and Lauren invited me to sit with her. There wasn't a chair there, so I got one from another group and positioned it under the desk. The legs of the chair had to fit under it in a certain way, it was weird. The male professor started to lecture about some weird stuff, and drew a diagram of the inside of a mouth on the board. He was explaining how, to be good at literature, you had to talk a certain way and position your tongue a certain way. I copied the diagram, which had a weird, sparkly, optical illusion look to it on the board, and on my paper. I thought about the class, and how I had skipped it many times. I zoned out of the lecture.

Not gonna lie, I am so sick of dreaming about work and school. When I'm not there, I'm dreaming about it. Ugh. -_-

Non-lucid / lucid

I am walking through my old school just looking at everything and how it seems so long ago. Then one of my old teachers comes out into the hallway and yells at me to get back in class. I am a little confused but get excited because it is one of the the best grades, fourth. I enter and the room and desks seem REALLY small. I sit at one and just observe everything.

I wake up and quickly fall back asleep

I am back in the fourth grade room but I am surrounded by some of my old teachers. I realize I am dreaming, but forget to do some reality checks. I run outside with the intention of flying. I think of myself to be like Neo and just will myself that I am going to fly. I am in the middle of a field and I crouch real low and then spring upwards flying like superman. However, I do not have control and fly around awkwardly like a balloon that was blown up and then all the air was released while the balloon spins around the air. With flying now under my belt I see a girl and immediately want to have sex. I run over to a girl and pull down her pants. She does not really want to at first, but then complies. Slowly the dream begins to fade.

Dream - Lucid

I'm at my house, and the weather is getting stormy. I remember the weather channel saying that it wasn't supposed to get too bad, but it is getting pretty turbulent. There is supposed to be a tornado. My family wonders where they should go, and I tell them to go into the coat closet downstairs, where we usually go. We all herd into the closet. I realize that I need to get some things out of my room, so I go upstairs and grab my purse and a couple of other things. It's kind of dark upstairs. I go back down into the closet. I look out the window before we shut the closet door, and I see a small tree about to get snapped in half by the wind. My mom tells us to all duck down and cover our heads, like my brother learned in school. We all duck down, and my family starts to pray out loud (very reminiscent to real-life events of about 7-8 years ago).

I woke up after this dream all scrunched up, when I had fallen asleep on my back.

I turn over to go back to sleep, and I start having extremely vivid auditory hypnogogia of the sound of coins hitting each other, as if I were counting down my drawer at work. Then, I have some hypnogogia of me observing people at work, and Jessi, a girl I work with, drops a glass and breaks it. The sound of breaking glass was so vivid, I snapped out of my half-asleep stage, and panicked for a minute, thinking someone broke into the house.

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I was not myself. I was a teenage boy, and I had two girlfriends who didn't know about one another. I remember being in my waking life car, driving around. I woke up in the back seat, and my waking life purse was being stolen. I also remember being at a baseball park.

~

I was at school, I think it was supposed to be college. I'm in a "social studies" class, and three professors are teaching, one woman and two men. They are VERY liberal, and teach by acting out some sort of skit. They are trying to convince us to see something from their point of view.

Then, I was at home, eating ravioli. It was delicious and hot. My brother is in the kitchen too. I asked him for some butternut squash ravioli that he had been eating, because I had to compare the two for my class. I think they were trying to convince us that the squash ravioli tasted better. My brother gave me some of the leftover squash ravioli. It was a little colder than room temperature because it had been in the refrigerator, and had very little flavor. I concluded that I liked the real, meaty ravioli better.

Then, I was standing in the quad outside the library of my college. There were trees in the middle of the quad. It was very bright and sunny, and I was very, very hot. I was trying to find shade under the trees. I was smoking a cigarette. A bigger guy with red hair and facial hair resembling someone I know in waking life came up to me and told me something about him and his friends smoking 10 baggies of weed. I laugh loudly and say "I bet!". Then, another guy comes up to me. He looked kind of "ghetto". He had short, dark brown hair, a white basketball tank with light blue lining around the sleeves, and to top it all off, one of his front teeth was gold. His teeth were bad also. He asked me "What's so funny about weed anyway?". Then, I saw my dad standing in his running clothes with a huge, warm smile on his face.

I then woke up and my room felt like a freakin sauna. No wonder I was trying to find shade. o_o

Also, sorry for the switch in tenses. Some dreams are just easier for me to record in present tense for some reason.