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I'm in in Sturkö and I'm juggling with three big plastic hollow balls. One is blue and one is red. I can't recall the last color. I'm trying to throw a ball behind my back and catch it but it's impossible. Max comes and shows me how it's done.

I'm in a big hall where people sport. I'm showering in the exchange room and then go to pee. I'm able to pee for a very very long time and then I feel relieved. I go to the next room and there are a lot of girls in my age lying on massage benches. They are getting massage from women about 25 years old. One prominent of them has dark skin and is pretty big. All the other women are western people. It feels too good to be true. I walk out from the room and try to do some telekinesis on a pair of bottles. It works! I'm lucid and go back to the massage room and see the girls in my age leave. Perfect! I lay down on a bench and ask for a massage. One of them says she can fix me up but then walks away. I ask if the other ones can fix me and they do. About ten of them come around me and take one hand each on my back and do some kind of circle motion. It doesn't feel good even though I was prepared it would feel very relaxing. My vision goes blank and I wake up.

Notes: I have gotten massage about 3-4 times in my dreams and it has always hurt or just felt bad. Never relaxing. I wonder if anyone else has experienced good massage in a dream.

P.S. I'm leaving for a mission to Germany, Austria and Switzerland and can't be active here for the next 2 years. I think I'll write some in my physical journal though.

Woke up far less sleepy that yesterday, Yay! Mighty kitty grumpy because I forgot that it was brushing day... Less yay. He still sport the "I didn't scratch you on purpose, honest!" look. Does anyone know if cat hairs can play a role in dream lucidity?

I am on a vacation trip in a amusement park alongside a brown haired woman I don't know but I'm friendly with. We're riding a rollercoaster and she tells me that she want to go to space montain next. I agree, mainly because I haven't do it before. I have no idea if I end up ridding it tho, because in the next scene I'm busing taking place on a train with my family. The whole interior is brightly illuminated, with white plastic-y, shiny walls and beige carpet. There are small, airplane-like windows placed next to the chairs, and it looks more like a plane than a train. We get down in a underground station then walk through an badly lighted tunnel with a lot of people. A bright red wooden cart pulled by two small, black cows with long curved horns is advancing alongside us for a moment, decorated with golden bells and other fancy sculpts.
I end up in a very luxurious appartment, wanting to take a shower. I'm seemingly alone and find the bathroom. It's ginormous and slightly loopsized, completely tilded save for a small spot auround the oval mirror. There is five showerhead and I choose the one close to the door and window since it get the better light. I start showering, the water is nicely warm and the soap lather without problem. While I'm rinsing off I hear voices and see the door knob move, I quickly jump out and grab a long bathrobe before getting out. There is a man and his wife, the owners of the place who are allowing us here. I walk out on the terrace, it's so big it have a garden complete with trees! my family is sitting around a plastic table so I join in. My father get up and spill hair accessoiries over the table, tiny hair clips and elastic in almond green and black, visibly annoyed at me since I'm not using them even thought he paied for them.
I woke up slightly puzzled.

01-04-2013 -- [Fragmented, bits of stuff all over the place. Last dream of the night, after other short fragmented ones, and one long, detailed one.] Watching a new episode of Doctor Who which features yet another return of Amy Pond. Moment by moment it seems to be less and less a show, and more and more, real life.

There are hints of some kind of sex, but no memories, so I have no idea of who with. Eventually I find I am sleeping on mom and dad's bed in the Hickory house. My friend Cheyanne K comes bustling into the room, telling me to wake up, and asking if I plan to sleep all day, then she walks out. I do wake up, and start to get out of bed, but she walks in again to urge me to hurry, and I have to suddenly start covering up my nudity.

I turn on the water, and start showering in bed! Water, sweat, and bits of gunk are rinsing off my body, and soon I am trying to direct little bits of gunk in the bed to rinse into a place where my mom's weight has torn the mattress, and the springs are sticking out. Seems to serve as a sort of drain for the shower in the bed.

Soon I am dressed and wandering about the house. There is something about a documentary on a Mormon who had ten wives, and I'm thinking to myself that even if I am not a Mormon, and don't believe in their religion, the documentary is really biased and unfair.

Soon I find I am sitting in my bed, in my bedroom, writing books. I have just finished the second book in a series which focus around the character of Harry Potter, wizard, but are mysteries. I've decided to title it And Then There Were Two and none of my friends like the name. They tell me it has already been used, and is a bad name anyway, and I really ought to worry about writing the books, and let the publisher bother with the titles! I try and explain it is a parody (probably on Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None), but nobody wants to listen.

And then things switch to where I am living it instead of writing it, running around chasing suspects, being chased by crooks, and having a good time, but most of the details not vivid enough to remember. Soon a bunch of us are standing around talking, when some girl lifts her shirt, and we all start to feel her up, except she doesn't have all that good of breasts, and we're all kind of 'meh' about it. Fragmentary and weird.