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I love messed up dreams like this.

I remember seeing a scene where there was people doing psychedelics in a rest room. All they had to do was stand in a puddle outside of a cubical and that would give them the tripping sensation.

I was trying to smuggle drugs into a school for a group of people. I made my way through my home town, remembering walking up to at least the paint shop.

I reached the school and made my way to the toilets. I went inside the cubical and a guy was in there with me. He was explaining to me what was going to happen when it came to the drugs. He explained that we needed to have certain coloured poo in the toilet bowl, all from light to dark poo. I think I had already had a poo in the toilet earlier. I don't remember seeing other people have a poo in the toilet, but there was now 5 poo's. The guy was explaining to me about how we got the different coloured poo. He said something about being active in sports? I looked into the bowl and noticed that the 5 poo's mostly looked different, some not so different.

I think the door was open the whole time, and I bought out the drugs that were in my pocket, and placed it on top of the toilet, near the flush buttons. A guy that was involved with us, was standing outside the cubical, gave me a look of disbelief. He couldn't believe I would pull drugs out, so anyone who walked passed could see what we were doing (I think I recognised him, Ash R's mate?).
Someone must have alerted authorities about the drug use, and we were tipped off. I was told that we were probably going to be patted down as we left the building, so I put the drugs down near my ass. I could feel it there, and thought it may have been sticking out a bit.

As I was leaving with someone, we were confronted with doors. As I went through the door, it was a similar area to where I had just come from. It was as if we were in a maze and had to choose correctly to leave the area.
I remember a Chinese guy, he was quite tall and had the look of a mob boss. I think he may have been after the drugs?

I reached stairs, that were very steep. As I worked my way down them, I noticed police man on both sides. There was 3 police man on my side and I had a problem passing them. I think they were willing to let me passed.

Dream fragment:
I saw an Echidna laying on it's back. I could see it's stomach, as it was trying to get upright.

Echidna - I don't think I ever remember seeing an Echidna on it's back, but it was very similar to the second picture.

9/28/2013

Dream 1:

I was in Physics class (which I took last year). I was sitting next to a blond, Caribbean girl. I was trying to make small talk with her. I also brought my iPod to class, along with the dock. I played it in Physics class. The whole time it was there, I was afraid someone would steal it. That is all.

09-24-2013 -- I'm walking down Hickory toward Greenleaf, just passing the Goodwin house when somebody comes running, screaming, out of the house and into the street, which causes somebody who was driving down the street to swerve onto the lawn, causing me to have to dive out of the way to avoid being hit.

This causes me to roll out of the way, and into the Goodwins' back yard, where I find the police are looking around, and I start to learn what is going on. A mad gunman has fired on some people, perhaps even killed some people, and they have him trapped here in the Goodwins' house, but he's hiding inside, and they don't know exactly where he is, and he could pop out at any time and shoot somebody, so they are being really cautious.

I slowly make my way around the back yard and then the side yard, feeling like I am being watched the entire time, and like he has a gun trained on me ... very nerve-wracking. I eventually make it to the front yard, then start heading down the street toward Greenleaf again, but now I am going for help, though I don't really know where or what kind of help. A sports car pulls up and offers me a ride wherever I am going, and it is the guy who almost ran me over, and turns out to be a friend of mine.

The guy is sort of a cross of Dave D, Sean S, and Phil L, a nice guy, but a little bit of a trouble-maker, and I am ribbing him about almost running me over, and he explains that the gunman shot at him and he was trying to avoid hitting the woman that ran into the street, and it is not his fault ... and I am never going to let him live this down, am I? And I tell him no, I'm not, but I am starting to climb into the car with him.

That's when his older sister shows up. She is rather pushy and unfriendly (reminds me of Tina, the older sister of another of my childhood friends) and explains that he had no permission to borrow the car, and was already going to be in big trouble with his parents, but now that he's crashed it into the tree in the Goodwins' yard .... He goes off with her in the car, and I am forced back on my feet to try and find help. I am now right by the corner of Hickory and Greenleaf, and may be renting a bike to ride while looking for help.

I am considering a particular model because it is being advertised by a Brian Keith-like curmudgeony sales person who is pushing that model, and I am soon walking it by the house with the hedges. I notice that a dog who has always been loud and unfriendly and kind of scary now seems to want to be friendly, and the neighbors are talking about the killer down the street, and I now find myself going home.

Soon I am at the Hickory house, collecting mail at the front door, and as I walk inside, I find somebody who is an odd cross between my cousin Lyle, Horatio from CSI:Miami and James Spader, and he is proposing theories about the killer while running a long strip of film negatives through his hands. He seems to be developing the film, and drying the various chemicals off the strip.

Mom doesn't buy his theories, and doesn't seem to trust him at all. She says he can't claim to have had knowledge about this months ago when it only happened in the last day or two. (Strangely, I haven't heard him say a word about knowing about this months ago, and it has only happened in the last few minutes, so I have no idea what she is talking about.)

Soon the area is turning into a cross between a school (large school, high school or college, not a small grade school), and they are trying to recruit mom to do some kind of undercover investigation where she would be posing as a returning student, but she doesn't want to do it. I think she is afraid she'll find she likes it too much, and will really go back to school, and she doesn't want to do that.

She finally agrees, and steps into the hospital / college / whatever it is, and starts having to dodge several young men with very Weasley-red hair and bearing, who are running around trying to find food that they can reheat for more and larger meals. Meanwhile, mom is dodging around doing her investigation, and I find the place is turning into more of a cross between the TAMS facility and Hewitt, and I am on the second floor in the offices trying to find an attractive young lady who I may have a thing for, and trying to stay out of trouble.

09-26-2013 -- [Very long, detailed, funny dream, that like usual, I can not remember well enough to really do justice to it. I literally woke chuckling to all the insanity I'd just been through.] I am at a hotel or something, almost certainly at or near Walt Disney World, and I am with Dale. He's on the last full day of his vacation, and is stressing out about going home the next day. He's worried about packing everything and getting the rental car returned and all.

So I am walking him through it all step-by-step, and telling him it will all go smoothly and be easy to get everything done, and he is starting to calm down. Meanwhile, we seem to be eating in a little restaurant or cafeteria that seems more like it is in a school than a hotel (hints of FCM at IWU), and Dale is mentioning how he ended up writing some sort of sarcastic bit for a small humor newsletter, but what was supposed to be one little bit has grown into three, and he's handed them to me to read, and as I am doing so (and nothing ever reads well in dreams) the publication is growing from a Teens Today-size 11x17 folded-into-four-page handout to a Hornet-sized newspaper to a multi-page, multi-section full-size newspaper like the Orange County Register, which I am having trouble folding to carry under my arm.

Meanwhile, Dale has just taken out his trombone and has walked into the back of a classroom and sat down with his instrument as a very no-nonsense teacher and a bunch of students start to walk into the room. It seems Dale is sitting in on a rehearsal. The teacher is very tough and demanding, but all Dale ever receives from him is the occasional brief nod, so he must be a very good musician. [In real life I am almost certain Dale doesn't play anything.]

As the teacher starts and continues to lead the group, I am very surprised to notice all the brass players are segregated behind a 'sound-proof' barrier that can't block the sound entirely, but lessens it, so the teacher isn't having to constantly warn the brass not to blare, and urge the woodwinds and strings to be louder, to be heard, and I am thinking to myself what a brilliant idea it is, and wishing we had it back when I was in band. But Dale is not behind it, so I guess the trombone is a woodwind in this dream.

Anyway, they play for a bit, and then they seem to take a little break, and while the professor is giving his students small bits of individual instruction, I am making a few comments (about the vacation, not the music) to Dale, and though I am afraid the music teacher will snap at me, he doesn't. The teacher is a sort of a mixture between Mr. Eubanks (one of my teachers, though not a band teacher), Pat Moran, and Lisa Simpson's music teacher.

Soon the whole class is moving, and it seems like we move about a corridor over. It is like we are moving from a practice room to a performance hall, and starting to prepare for an actual concert or something. But there are more and more people walking in and getting involved, and lots of 'guest stars,' both from TV and from my past. Tony Shalhoub seems to be puttering around, and Ron Howard seems to be playing an instrument, and wondering how things are going to play out, but they are both very young. (Ron is Happy Days age, and Tony resembles his character in Galaxy Quest.)

There is a young lady who is top of her class, and very proper, but kind of stuck up (a sort of cross between Sharon Newkirk's brilliance and Cordelia Chase's attitude) who is supposed to be one of the star performers, but she has managed to do something to anger the professor, and he just points her to an out-of-the-way corner and orders her to sit down and shut up, which has her pouting and angry.

Meanwhile, there is a very flashy and flamboyant piano player, a kind of a cross between Liberace and Elton John, very forward, demanding, and visual, who is just passing through, but sees a piano, and can't help but sit down and start to play, and the professor tolerates it, but makes it plain he expects him to behave, and amazingly enough, manages enough presence that the flamboyant player meekly agrees.

So they are all starting to tune up and prepare, and Dale is still hanging in the background, out of the way, but ready to play. Since he is not one of the students, he doesn't want to put himself forward at all, but he is still going to sit in and play along. Meanwhile, Shawn Spencer is also here, and is his usual insane self, and is coming up with all sorts of ideas on how to make the concert or opera or whatever it is supposed to be, and somehow the strict, demanding, controlling professor finds almost all of his insane ideas to be interesting, and is largely giving him free reign, and thereby allowing chaos to spread incredibly.

So the people are wandering in and out, music is played, Shawn is rewriting both the show and bits of music on the fly (at one point he walks by the piano player, throws in a hand, and adds a small riff mid-song before walking off) and though I expect both the flamboyant pianist and the controlling director to be furious, they seem much more bemused, almost sort of "Yes, that does work nicely."

The girl is complaining that she isn't being allowed to do anything, and it's just not right! Ron Howard is having fun, but confused as can be about what is happening, and Shawn is getting more and more wild in his ideas, which doesn't bother the controlling professor at all, though it certainly ought to! Things are getting more and more surreal, and the audience is just laughing hysterically and taking it all in. It is chaos ... brilliantly orchestrated chaos!

Finally things end and we all start filing out. I want to tell the professor how much I liked the concert, and also I still want to comment on that brass behind the barrier thing, but there is no way to get near him at the moment, and the press of the crowd more or less forces me into the practice room that we'd visited earlier. It seems that other students, not part of the group performing, but inspired by the concert's madness, have run rampant in here, and trashed the place.

The college staff have been working at cleaning the place up, and are somehow deciding to blame me for all this, but I am not having any part of it. I tell them they want the prestige of having this big name person in charge, and to keep him from walking off in a huff they give him complete and absolute control ... if he goes mad and his students destroy the place, the blame is completely theirs. They can't blame it on a random passing stranger! They don't like hearing this, and are swarming at me, trying to pull me down, but all they manage to do is to pull down all the materials blocking the door, and create an exit for me. I climb out of the room, and back into the main hall, where I find the crowds thinning.

I run into Dale, who I haven't seen in a while, and he is now late for his plane, but he feels the concert was well-worth it, and he isn't worried about it anymore. I start helping him grab all his luggage, and am sort of shrinking it to a small size, and causing it to all float around us (ala Harry Potter) while Kevin is complaining about everything, and saying he doesn't know what is going on.

We hurry toward the car, but as the crowds continue to thin, I practically run right in to the professor, and decide I have to speak to him for a moment. But now he is tired, and winding down, and has been talking to people for quite a while, and may be starting to second guess himself a little, and he seems really iffy about talking to me.

I tell him something like "That was crazy, and insane, and hilarious, and absolutely brilliant, but I have to tell you two things. The first is a quote from one of the Superman movies: 'You can't ...' I mean, 'You don't ...' 'If you think you can ....' Never mind. It's not important." Now he is starting to smirk, and seems to be getting to be in a better mood.

"The second thing is this. I used to be a music student ... never again!" I insist, worried that he'll think I want to ask him for lessons or something. Then I start to mention the constant warnings to the brass not to blare, and everybody else to be louder, but after the first couple of words, he is repeating back what I am saying, just a split second after me, then saying it with me, then saying is just an instant before me, like that odd monster out of the Doctor Who episode Midnight. Before I can get too frightened and freak too much, he breaks it off to make a comment about how the strange thing is, they don't have that segregated bit here in the performance hall, only in the practice room.

About this point, I woke up chuckling to myself about the madness of the dream.

Date: September 25, 2013
Technique: MILD & WBTB (attempt to DILD...nothing happened)
Total sleep time: 8.5 hours

Dream 1

Me and my sis in law was working at an elementary school. We had cafeteria duty (were teachers just stand there and watch the kids eat). While standing up against a wall, a student looked at me and said, "Come sit with me, I saved you a seat and I got you an extra salad." I have no idea why the student was talking to me like I was a kid, but that should have been enough to get me lucid...it didn't.

Dream 2

Not sure if this was a continuation of the first dream, but I back with my sis in law again and this time she is working for the elementary school as a school nurse. She has to travel using her own car and I was holding a piece of blank paper. She took the paper from my hand and told me she was going to use it to hide how she gets extra money for driving her own car from the school system. Don't know what she was going to do, but she gave me a 'wink' like whatever she was going to do, it was going to be illegal.

Fraggle

Cats, cats, and more cats were everywhere inside my house.

Note: I'm so happy that I had such great recall that I haven't had in a long time .

Daytime.
I was at range bank school, and I saw 2 famous people which were doing a comedy act on the basketball court. I think one of the guys was topless, holding a guitar. I was lining up with other people, trying to get out of the school. We were all shoulder to shoulder.

Night time.
I eventually got out of school, and looked to see where my Mum was parked, to take me home. I saw Luke B, and figured that Mum could take him home as well. He ended up leaving me and went across the oval. I started to walk back, thinking that I may have missed her car, as it was dark.

Scene changed.
I was trying to get out of a place and was faced with a large ramp, which was about 50 metres high. I pressed the button and it fell backwards on top of me. I crawled out from under it, I was pretty scared of what just happened.

There was two guys which saw what had happened and figured they would take advantage of me. They started to chase me on their bikes, so I made a run for it. I think I had a bag on my back and a wallet in my pocket. I reached outside, which was the car park of the main shopping centre in my home town. I saw people in the distance and ran towards them hoping they could help me out. The path I was running on looked strange looking. Luckily, the bystanders helped me out, and chased away the thugs.

I saw the ramp in front of me again, and tried to figure out how to bring it down, without falling on me. I had to figure it out quickly, as the thugs were in the distance and noticed me and headed in my direction. I heard a voice telling me how to do it. I was nervous to try out the controls, but took the gamble and it worked.

The thugs were very close to me and I had to run to a safe location. I reached a petrol station and noticed I was naked and had only my back pack on.

Still going, but my period started and it's been rough. Stress/moodiness, tiredness, waking up too early and not being able to focus on recall, etc. :/ Still doing DILD stuff as I can.

Sunday:

1. Walking up to a strange house

2. Some kind of contest where everyone is given something to use. The last person got cement and poured in on top of the other people’s stuff into a ziplock snack bag. She did that so she’d have some advantage.

3. Being chased through a house, I make it to a basement (at grandma’s?) (chased by Annie from SnK?),

Inspiration: Watched a certain episode of SnK with Annie.

Monday:

Something about a girl.

Tuesday:

1. Someone who looked like Cher but that I just ‘knew’ wasn’t was singing a song that I thought was out of her usual genre.

2. People getting kidnapped, including Jenna ‘Brown’ from my childhood. Rane was in disguise as she talked to the Mansons, Jenna’s family.

3. Pouring chicken noodles over the singing scene. There were so many we only filled a few white containers full and left the rest for others,

Inspiration: #3 probably comes from me thinking about chicken & dumplings since they’re so tightly linked in my head.

My friends and I were having one last get-together before I moved away from the area. They were my old friends from my last few years of high school, and we were all sitting at this big picnic table that was out on the very edge of a wooden pier in the water. To get to the table, you had to cross another huge loading dock that was covered in shipping containers and fish, and also a a swinging wooden bridge that connected the two and was very wobbly. My friends were asking why I had to leave so soon and suggested I stay a few more days, but I knew I had to leave. I was staying in a big RV in an empty grassy field next to the dock, so technically I could've stayed as long as I wanted, but I really wanted to leave. We ate food and talked about the past for a while, and then I headed back to my RV. As I was crossing the wooden bridge, I heard them talking to each other, saying things like "He didn't have to leave so soon!" and "Well, he's never coming back, he never wanted to live in the south anyway." I went into the RV to pack up and secure some things, and noticed someone had put bacon in my pantry instead of in the fridge/freezer. It was still cold so I put it back in the freezer, and then took something else out of the freezer to put in the pantry. Then I realized I'd forgotten something back at the picnic table, so I ran back over there. But when I crossed the wooden bridge, the table was no longer on a pier anymore, it was on a hardwood floor with shelves in surrounding it. This didn't seem strange to me, though. I walked up to my friends but they didn't say anything to me, and that's when I looked at my reflection in the glass covering over one of the shelves and realized I was invisible and nobody could see me. I thought, "If I can just scare them, they'll be able to see me!" so I grabbed a little figurine on a shelf, broke off its ears and turned its eyes black so it looked super creepy, and then made it move in front of one of my friends. She screamed when she saw it, and immediately afterwards was able to see me. Then she told the others I was there invisible, and they all in turn let me scare them so they could see me as well.

It was late at night, and Cory and I were out looking for a place that would rent us a steam vacuum. I guess there was a huge stain in our carpet and we couldn't wait until morning to clean it up. We came across a stip mall that had a Stanley Steemer store, but I said they wouldn't be open and we should just go elsewhere. Cory said we should go check anyway, and it turned out they were open, but when we went up to the service counter, he immediately asked to reserve a copy of the new RoboCop movie on DVD. I was totally shocked because we only had the money for the vacuum and he'd just wasted it to reserve a movie that didn't come out until next year, so we went home vacuum-less.

It was the first day of school, and I was sitting in art class. The teacher had assigned us a project involving mixed media, and I'd chosen construction paper, highlighters, and colored pencils. I was trying to make a portrait of Yinepu, and worked very hard on it because I wanted it to be perfect, but I couldn't get the pieces of construction paper I'd cut to stay properly and had to resort to using the pencils for his head, and I was disappointed. I wanted to go back and fix it, but the class was over. As I was walking through the halls, everyone kept looking at me and giggling, and I had no idea why. After a few minutes of enduring it, I grabbed one of the gigglers and asked her what was so funny about me that made everyone laugh, and she pointed to the area above my head. I reached up but there was nothing there, and I realized they were seeing something I couldn't see, so I ignored them. Then I realized I had a lot of books from all my different classes, but I hadn't rented a locker yet, so I went up to the office and asked to rent one. The lady said it would be $65 for the year but when I paid the money, she said lockers wouldn't be assigned until tomorrow. I said "But what am I supposed to do with all these books?! I can't carry them all everywhere!" but she wouldn't help. Then I went to gym class, but the teacher wasn't there yet. There was a magazine rack next to the bleachers that had a copy of a Superman magazine with a drawing of Wonder Woman dressed in a Superman outfit. I was the only one there, so I just went out onto the middle of the basketball court and started rolling around like a cat. Then another student came in, a man with glasses who looked too old to be in school, and he asked me what I was doing. I told him "The teacher said today was act like a cat day." to see how many people I could get to join me in my silliness, and he actually believed me and started crawling around the floor. Soon, more students came, and the whole class was on the court acting like cats.

(I haven't updated this dream journal since the 5th I've been super-busy the past few weeks and only had time to write them on my iPhone before jumping headfirst into my day. I'm not going to go through and upload all the dreams from all 16 days I've been offline, just the more memorable ones - I gotta keep my tag collection growing! It's awesome to see my tags change size and give me an overview of what I dream about most.)

(This is from September 7.)

I lived in an apartment with a roommate - a meek little lady with big wire glasses. When she moved in she brought all these couches with her, and she would put a couch in the den based on the holiday. She currently had a pastel-colored Easter couch out there and it slightly annoyed me because it was really gaudy and didn't fit. It was dinnertime currently, and we both sat down at the table, and I saw that she was wearing a Touched By An Angel shirt so I told her how much I loved that show. She told me she'd invited her boyfriend over for dinner, and he sat down next to her. Except he wasn't human at all, he was a Klingon, and I remember being really freaked out because he just seemed so annoyed and uncomfortable sitting at our quaint little table eating roasted chicken. Then things got really bad after my roommate decided to start flirting with me in front of him and mentioned she had a crush on me. I, of course, wanted nothing to do with this situation, but the Klingon got angry and challenged me to a fight, and soon enough I was running out the door and into the backyard with this guy screaming and swinging a sword at me. He kept telling me to stand still and accept an honorable death but I kept dodging him.

I was staying at a hotel that overlooked a futuristic expressway, where I could see hovercars going to and from their destinations. My suite had multiple rooms but there was one bedroom I really liked in particular. However, when I came back to my suite after doing some shopping, I saw that the room wasn't a bedroom anymore. Instead, it was smaller and was filled with boxes. I asked the room service guy and he said there was never a bedroom there in the first place, only that small storage area.

During a college class, all the students were paired up to do a project. I waited until the last second and couldn't choose a partner, so I got the last person left, who happened to be Michi. I was really excited to be paired with her since she's like a little sister to me, even though I wasn't sure what she was doing in college since she's only five or six years old. The teacher pulled me aside and asked me to find a new partner because he thought I was a bad student and would hold Michi back. I got super upset at that accusation, even though I knew I often didn't do my homework, but it made me embarrassed and I decided never to go to that class again. Instead, I skipped that class every day by going home to eat and then coming back after it was over. But one day while skipping I couldn't find my car in the parking lot and the city bus had already left, so I wandered around campus looking for my car. A group of people sitting on the grass in the commons area made fun of me for being so bad at my project and told me to just quit school already. Instead of crying and leaving, I got determined to prove them wrong and I went back to class. We were watching some Spongebob movie and everyone in class complained because it was a horrible movie. Spongebob was walking around on a real life beach, and this large girl in a bathing suit kept staring at him funny. Halfway through the movie, the ground started shaking and we all ran outside to discover dinosaurs were attacking the school. Everyone was in a frenzy trying to escape and ran off in big crowds, and I grabbed Michi and took off, but was terrified that we'd be squished because the dinosaurs were just randomly stepping on people.

I had this dream last night that I honestly don't know what to make of. Lots of stuff happened, but this is the gist.

I was living in a live in school (it was not college because we lived in the class itself and learned whatever the teacher felt like teaching us) that was located in a town build onto the side of a mountain. I believe the town was called New York except it was not. We were doing stuff in class and I remember that I was sitting next to a girl that I used to sit next to in high school that I really don't like. We were looking at papers and she kept doing stuff that annoyed me. Then everyone got up and we walked around the class. People were eating and then I noticed that I had a lump in my throat and I had a feeling that it was a chunk of something caught in there. I started coughing, trying to bring it up and couldn't. A few people from class started offering advice as how to cough to bring it up and my coughing turned into hacking. After a minuet of that, I suddenly got the urge that I was going to throw up. I dropped suddenly on my hands and knees and coughed up a wad of paper and a small chunk of something. I looked closer at the paper and found that it was a fancy folded paper plane. I felt like that the girl I don't like had something to do with it, but then someone in class came in wearing a toga and everyone else wanted to follow suit. We all put on togas and agreed to wear them for the rest of the day. Some girls who weren't in the class came in and my friend and I started talking about how skanky they were because they would go out and find random guys to do it with. I started feeling self conscious because the girls were dressed slutty and it made me feel unattractive. Everyone suddenly wanted to go outside and walk around town so we all filed out the front door and I decided to watch one of the skank girls to see what she does. I noticed she started walking around all slow and absent mindedly, then a guy came up and asked her if she wanted to go somewhere. I suddenly had a need to feel prettier, so I started walking along the guard railing that kept people from falling off the mountain the way she had and soon enough a guy stopped me. He had a dark air about him and talked like someone who knew what to say to get people to do stuff. He asked if I wanted to go somewhere with him and I noticed that a few beefy guys started to slowly circle around. I suddenly felt very uneasy and wanted nothing to do with any of this, I mainly just wanted a boost in my self esteem. I asked if I could think about it and he told me I could, so I went back to the school. I was hanging around outside and the school janitor came up talking about how he knew a cop who did set ups. I asked if what the guy that stopped me was doing something illegal by asking random girls to go with him and he said yes. I asked if he could set up an arrest so he texted his cop friend and set it up. I went back to the guy after some time, and before I said anything I noticed the cop behind him making a gesture that said "Is this him." I nodded yes and they arrested him. I watched them taking him away and ignored all the insults he was throwing at me, then I went back to school. I was talking to my friend about how I might need to flee the country because being here made me feel unsafe seeing as I just got a sex peddler arrested when I got a text from the cops saying "oops he got out." I called them and asked what was going on and the guy was talking in circles and stammering, then I noticed one of the things he said sounded familiar so I asked "Is this him..." and he said "Of course this is me, who did you think it was??" I was working on convincing him that I just got scared when I noticed a pikachu smiling up at me, then I woke up.

I felt incredibly relieved that it was all a dream when I dozed back off and had a brief dream about him telling me he would find me, so I jerk woke myself up. I stayed awake after that.

9/20/2013, 22:00-5:00

I was reading the book "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreams" a lot before bed. I also meditated a bit. Also, I drank some water before bed, and thought some mantras in bed before sleeping. All of this got me two dreams and a lucid!

Dream 1:

I was in school. I was sitting in some teacher's class, to the left side of the class room. I was noticing a girl to the right and one desk behind me. That's all I really remember.

Wake Up:

I woke up at 3:43, and stayed up until 3:46. Pissed and drank some water during that time.

Lucid Dream:

Regular Dream Lucid Dream

I was in a dream about politics. I think there was something about Obama's Affordable Care Act in it. There also might have been something about someone's butt. I think these two absurdities, combined with what I did before sleep, caused me to become lucid. I remember feeling a small rush of energy this time, so I wasn't really that lucid, but lucid nonetheless. I fell out of bed, trying to go through the floor of my bedroom, but I just landed on the floor and started "lagging" in and out of the floor :/ . I then tried to crawl to my door, but the dream faded before I could get there.

Dream 2:

I was in this sort of hotel-children-summer-camp thing. I was one of the mentors. This kid, who looked exactly like L from this summer came over to me and said he had to pee. I brought him to the bathroom, and Lucas and I went in too, for some reason. L started peeing, but he then "couldn't control" it, and he started pissing EVERYWHERE! He pissed on the walls, he pissed on the door, he even pissed on ME! Then, while this was happening, a black kid came through the door (probably another kid from this summer) and saw what was happening. He just closed the door and ran, while the bathroom was getting pissed on by the damn Lucas doppelganger. The dream ended there.

09-19-2013 -- Starts out as some sort of Harry Potter dream, though we're going through training that is a little more intense than you usually see at Hogwarts. I can't say if I am Harry Potter or not, but whoever I am, I am very powerful, and oddly, I find I seem to be able to do things nobody else can do.

Somewhere in our training (which seems to involve fighting our way through various rooms, destroying everything in our paths) we end up being attacked by real bad guys, and I manage to kill several of them, which leads to my being suspended or something. The higher ups don't like that I did this, and because of this, they are trying to block the rest of my training and lock me out of what is turning into some sort of military organization.

I end up consulting with Tom Drick, who explains that I have made some very powerful enemies, and I am probably doomed as far as the regular chain of command works ... but ... I already have most of the skills, I mostly need the knowledge that goes with them. There are certain tests that, if passed, and backed up with enough knowledge and power, can bypass the regular education channels. If I can pass these tests, and show the required skill and power (which I already have, so I should be able to do so again) then I will have earned a place in the 'army' that they cannot deny me.

I decide that could be a good way to go, and I soon find myself on what seems like a college campus (not Fullerton College, but it has a lot of that feel to it.) I am walking up the staircase leading to a library, where I need to go in and request the books and things to study what I need to study, and I am also supposed to meet some sort of retired general that Tom arranged a sort of introduction to.

Problem is, there are a lot of older students hanging out around the door to this library, and I am not sure who is waiting in line, and who is just hanging, but since they don't seem to be forming any sort of obvious organized line, I try to walk right past them and through the door into the library. A couple of the punks seem to object to this, and they start messing with me, demanding to know who I think I am, and why I think I can use their library when I am obviously too young.

I try to explain my situation slightly without going into too much detail, but they catch on completely, and tell me there is no way in hell they are ever going to serve under me. They are so intense about it that it becomes obvious we will never be able to work together, and they will obviously oppose me at every opportunity, regardless of the consequences. I am left with no other option but to kill them. I take out my gun, they draw their weapons, and we begin to fire on one another.

One of them, I manage to draw a bead on, and shoot and kill very easily. The other is farther away, and I just seem to miss, almost every time. But I am dangerous enough that he kind of stalks off to find somewhere out of the way to hide and plot for a little while, to regroup. But he is wearing a very rich blue (think Carl's PT Cruiser) shirt that nobody else has, so I ought to be able to spot him fairly easily. I continue into the library to get my study materials.

But it is now more like a bank counter, or perhaps a court counter at a courthouse (with just a hint of the ice cream counter at Thrifty's thrown in.) I walk up to an older gentleman who I recognize as the one Tom arranged a meeting with, and start to explain things, but the word of the the guy I just killed and the other one I was shooting at has spread, and everybody wants to know what is going on. So I explain exactly what happened, and why I did what I did, and the old guy agrees that I probably did the right thing ... but I have made even more enemies, and the guy says I probably need to take the tests and things to push me even higher in their society. He starts to lay out workbook after workbook on the counter, until I have maybe something like a ten inch stack of books and forms and papers and so on.

I walk back out of the library/office, and find myself in a small cafe next to a pizza parlor that seems like one of the pizza places that I always dream of in the New York dreams, and while I try to find a spot to sit in the cafe, I can overhear the guy who got away a few minutes before in the pizza parlor. He is going on and on about what he plans to do to me, and meanwhile they are giving away blue shirts that look just like his, which is going to make it more and more difficult for me to recognize him. It's kind of like they are going to be firing the shirts off into the crowd with t-shirt guns or something.

So I leave my books and stuff, and go hunting him immediately. As I start taking shots when I have a clear one lined up, he starts running again (and firing back) and we have soon made our way to a cross between the wide open space of a large hotel with a huge inner courtyard (think the Renaissance Sea World or the Embassy Suites you once worked in) and a shopping mall. I am looking across the way to another floor, and taking shots at this guy, though the shop he is hiding in is turning into more of a hotel room.

But there is something odd. I hit the first guy so easily, and my shooting was so on. This guy, it is like everything is clear and sharp until my gun is trained on him, then it just kind of fuzzes up, and it is like I can't get a lock ... almost like he has got some sort of magical anti-targeting system on. He is dodging around his hotel room with the door open, and putting things in the way to make my shot more difficult, and I ought to still easily line up a shot, and make it, but it just doesn't work.

Eventually, he has run off from the area entirely, so I guess I am at least too scary to stay around, but I know I will have more trouble with him later. Meanwhile, I have to get back to my books and my meal at the cafe, but it is now several hours later, and near closing. When I get back, I find no sign of my waitress, and have to hunt a bit to find my stuff. I have to leave payment and a tip, but I have no idea what would be a good amount, considering the weapons fire, and how many hours my stuff has been here and in the way. I want to tip well, yet I can't afford to go overboard, and I don't even know what my bill was for.

I pull out a $20 bill and hand it to the waitress, and am waiting to see what her response will be, and she seems at least reasonably pleased, so I am happy, though I find myself thinking back to where I was originally, during this time period, and find myself thinking it is the late 80's, and recalling eating a decent meal at Athenian Burgers for about $5 bucks, and $20 on $5 would be a 300% tip. That feels a little short, but pretty decent, for the circumstances.

Then I come across the actual receipt, and find my bill was only $2, so I feel even better about how much I paid, though I am still running around on the street mumbling to myself about what I paid for meals 'back in' 1987. The older people in the vehicle (a van or bus) that I am traveling in are looking at me and starting to comment on my wording, and saying I must be part of some government time travel program. But they are all past government workers, so they aren't horrified or disbelieving or anything, just kind of interested.

Wednesday 9/18/13

Last night 11:30pm - 9:20am

After talking to FryingMan about Yoga Nidra, and how it puts me to sleep, so I can't use it just to get relaxed for WILDing, I thought I do it again today.

Layed down on my sofa around 3pm. Listened to last 2 tracks - the Ascending Breathing and Yoga Nidra. It stops with instructions to keep looking deep into the space inside the chest. So I did that. I have been noticing some slight vibrations and I was happy to have them again. I even forgot to recite a mantra.

Next thing I know I'm standing up and I though I totally screwed up, because I felt my real body standing up. I was thinking, that I'm standing up too soon, but I said "screw that, I'm gonna make this work, no matter what".

So I'm standing and lucid. I'm some kind of a bright hallway, like a school. I grab somebody by hand and we are looking for a place to do it. As I'm walking, I'm thinking this is going to be a long one, I don't feel any indication of it ending. I'm losing it and I'm thinking how long will it take me to get another one. My head is falling backwards, I get the familiar sensation and I'm lucid again.

Same school. Again, I grab someone and walk into a room. There are people there, so we walk into another one. But two teachers walk in. I'm talking to one of them and I see her looking on my hands and she is cringing. I have a thumb pushed to the palm. I'm gently pushing but I know I'm going to, because I know it would hurt. So I ask her "am I here?, are we here? like for real?"

I'm fading and pushing my head backwards to get the familiar feeling. As soon as I'm lucid, I walk to the large glass wall, like the ones at the ariports. But it's the same school. I get out and see an airplane high in the sky. I decide to fly to it. I can't go fast, no matter how much I try. I imagine having rockets on my legs, but it didn't work. So I try to take away the distance between me and the plane. That works and something comes very close to me, but it looks like a giant tarp, not the airplane.

**each transition was super fast, under 5 sec. I was talking to DCs, an I even started shouting to someone "omg, I'm finally talking to DCs, this is my first". And I was crying from happiness and at the same time telling myself to calm down so I don't wake up.

This LD was from the morning of 9/13/2013.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #146: Midway

I'm a high school student walking around near an open field where a girl is practicing her triple jump. She has an odd technique where she bounces up to the line before taking her first jump, so I copy her. It's amazing! Each jump goes for about 10 feet and I go flying along the field this way. I had no idea technique mattered so much.

I walk toward the school, entering a classroom where students are working on art projects. I fall in with a group of people I think that I know and work on cutting cloth into interesting shapes. At the end, I wrap a golden key in cloth and throw it in the garbage, expecting the other students to somehow understand that they're supposed to fish it out. Nobody gets it, though, and suddenly we're all hustled out of the classroom, the golden key still in the garbage. I'm filled with teen angst, upset that nobody understands me.

The dream jumps to me outside of the school at night, ready to sneak in and rescue the golden key from the trash. There's some kind of huge event going on, though, and everywhere people are walking freely in and out of the school's front door. I pass by other kids that I (falsely) think I know, as well as lots of well-dressed adults I'm unfamiliar with. As I walk through the school, it becomes a stadium. There's something extremely loud going on in there now and I think that it's a stock car race.

I'm thinking this is odd when the scene changes and I find myself outside near the coast. I have to be dreaming. I'm walking with a group of 3-4 other people, at least 2 other teenage boys and at least 1 teenage girl. I recall that I'm not actually a teenager anymore IWL but I feel like I'm still inhabiting the body of my younger self.

Off to the right I see a faraway fairground and wonder if it's the same fairgrounds I saw several dreams back. Ahead in the distance I see an aircraft carrier that looks like USS Midway. One of the guys in the group says, "Is that the USS [some word, maybe gallant?]"

I correct him: "No, that's the Midway." As we walk toward it, the edges of Midway rock up and down as if she were traveling through very rough seas. I look over to the left and see a hilly landscape dotted with houses. As the houses fall into my peripheral vision, they start turning and rocking as well. I experiment with this by staring at several different houses, as well as turning my eyes back to Midway. Whatever I stare directly at stays still but objects toward the edge of my vision rock gently back and forth.

"Do you see that? Do you see the way that everything's rocking, or am I the only one that sees it?" The DCs mutter noncommitally. "What's this like for you?" I ask. I'm planning to question them further about whether they truly "see" things, but the dream fades before I can really get these questions out.

1. I walk up to a big light-brown bag and scare the shit out of the people in it. Similar to this in size (but still bigger).

Apparently it’s a vehicle. I had gathered a sack of BL manga to read while in the ‘vehicle’. They were bigger and heavier than normal. I sit them on the floor inside the door. Melly is there and shows me some candy she brought. Twizzlers was one. I brought some too and lay them out. One was really long multicolored Twizzlers (red and green), one was small twist Twizzlers. The multicolored ones were half and half and the red and green blended into each other in the middle where they met, and they were almost translucent.

We’re waiting for a horror movie villain (think Michael Myers). I see in my head like a movie scene the figure standing on the road. He’s walking funny as if injured, and I see a car pass by him as if they’d run into him.

Inspiration: I got a bag of Twizzers a couple of days ago. Horror movie thing probably inspired by Friday 13th.

2. I hold my breath as a vehicle with a bad guy in it passes me by. The lady inside with blond-hair just past her ears smirks at me. I remember her, she’s a woman ‘I’ helped in a hospital when I was a doctor and some crisis was happening. She fell down the stairs and I rushed down to help her while everyone else was just trying to get away. “Look at me.” I urged her, checking to see if she had a head injury. Her hair was longer and in a pony then.

She turned out to be a stalker.

3. In a school (TTU)? Brought Sarah clothes, she was feeling down about something so we didn’t think she’d join in on what was going on (others were wearing them too). But she appears wearing jeans and a purple sweater with writing on it. We’re happy and walk out of the building, me quietly singing a song.

Mom is already getting in the car when we step out, and I burst into song, ‘Reflection’ from Mulan. Sarah stares. As we get in the car, she compliments me and says she gives the performance a four. I say something about how I love to sing when the weather is like that (‘windy’).

“Who is that girl I see
staring straight back at me
when will my reflection
show who I am inside?”

(I sing the last world as I get into the car.)

4. As I was getting up for the day, I saw my mini flashlight by the laptop and remembered something that happened. At some point during the night, I crawled across the bed and over to my desk, scrabbling around on it until I found the flashlight. By then, I realized that I had dreamed that there was a big spider in my bed. By then I already had the flashlight so I checked for ease of mind. x_x

It’s really weird when I react to something in a dream in WL. I think last time this happened, I walked over and got a sweater from somewhere, put it up on my bed with me and went back to sleep, lol. No wait, I think the last time was me coming to to find myself standing up on my bed…

Notes: Woke up half an hour early again. Two songs with dreams, seems like listening to music before bed might be the cause. :3 Also, one of my dream goals I’m trying to remember for if I go lucid is to sing a song (not ‘Reflection’ though!). I can’t do that IWL because we live in an apartment and I have a high voice.