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Old LD from 12-17-07



LUCID DREAM:

I was in a place. In my dream I was thinking of it as a bar. I was hanging out there like I was waiting for someone. I remember at some point it struck me as weird that I was in a bar because I have never actually been to a bar since I don't drink. The place was mostly empty. I remember at one point I was feeling very tired and almost dizzy so i went to a back booth and put my head down and dozed for a while.

I then woke up and walked around the bar some more. I saw my friend KB. It looked like she owned the place-- which is strange because she doens't drink either. She told me about the new booth that they put up in the back corner by the fireplace. I walked over to it and sat down. It was more like a bench. But the corner was nicely secluded and made me feel comfortable.

I remember looking up and seeing either a picture or a window. It was a snowy scene. As I watched it I suddenly was outside in that scene. I looked around and saw that I was on a snowy roof top maybe two stories high. I was looking down at a street. The street curved around and went uphill.

I walked a little on the roof (which was flat) and found that it was icy and slippery. I had only socks on my feet and I began to slide around. I pretended (just like a kid on a slick floor) that I was skating. I went around and around. Then I saw Jeff. I "skated" up to wehre he was.

Then I remember seeing a van or camper. I could see people inside. One of them looked like my grandpa. I really wanted to see him. (My gandpa has been dead for many years....and none of the unususal things that happened so far had mad me lucid).

I went into the camper and saw a group of people. The older man I could see was not my grandpa. The place was all decorated for Christmas, with a tree and someone dressed as Santa. When I went in I had walked up to a blond girl.

At this point I became lucid. I thought, "Okay here I am with a DC. Are there any tasks that I can do that involve asking a DC a question? Yes!"


Me: "What is the next Lucid Task of the Month?"

Girl: "Well, your task is to play Hayes IV. You need to find the paper and then you'll get your reward."

Me: "Hayes IV...? I've never heard of it. I don't think there is such a game."

Girl, ignoring my response: "You need to play Hayes IV and find the paper."

Me, laughing a little: "I don't think it's a real game."

Girl : "The only reason I'm telling you this is because I knew you'd ask."

I was kind of surprised by that response. "Really...what's your name?"

Girl: "Kristen."


At that point I decided to wake up so I could wirte down this conversation.

I was surprised to see that the night was still very early-- 12:52. I had gone to bed after 11:00, so it was an unusually early time of night for me to LD

This was the usual morning/noontime lucid I have every time I take that nap, and it started the way they almost always do. I felt flashes of euphoria in my head, leading into full-on ecstasy. Not a very intense ecstasy today.

I get up out of bed, then start doing the worm. I then float through the wall outside, ask the dream what it thinks of me finding the DV forum, and I feel the dream take over as I do a front flip then a cartwheel. I decide it's time to get it on, so I concentrate on having a woman appear. I feel my arms around her before I see her, then begin to explore her with my hand but not too aggressively. Her face appeared, she was a bit disfigured. I'm pretty picky so I left her alone.

I'm in the kitchen with my mom. There was a question I had been wanting to ask the dreams, so I pose it, "What's the best way to get my idea out there?" referring to an idea I have that it's through exuding powerful body language that we socially accelerate, i.e. change other people positively. She opens her address/phonebook and words begin to scrawl on it but the phonebook disappears before I could read more than "righteous" and "call someone" and some information about Alaska that makes sense at the time.

Everyone is hanging out in the kitchen, including Dad. I get a bit manicky, then see Dad walk past. I say "Uh oh, Dad has that look on his face. He's going to throw me in the psychiatric center," in proper mocking fashion. I get a bit indignant and follow him outside, where there's snow on the ground. I yell at Dad, "Why the fuck couldn't you see what was happening?" (Something personal.) He seemed genuinely sorry and said, "I don't know. Maybe the script is off."

I am with three people. Two guys and a girl. We are climbing up and along a steep but not vertical cliff or mountain. It is cold and everywhere is snow and ice. We are running from a group of people. We sort of make it up this snowy mountain when I spot the people we were running from. I cant remember what happens at this point exactly but I am captured. ☹ frowny face. Gap in dream….. Cant remember what happens. But I do remember that I am being held somewhere but I manage to get help. Some sort of plan has been created to get me out or something. I remember climbing through air ducts in the building to escape. I meet an Asian lady in there who helps direct me to where I was supposed to go. For some reason there was an area in the ducts where the cameras of hostages, such as me, were kept. In the dream it was very important that I get my camera. I couldn’t just leave. I had to get it. I guess someone was behind me because once I reached that area I was in a great hurry to find my camera among the many that were there. I desperately had to get out with my camera. I just in time found mine and jumped down though a hole in the duct. At that point I was outside and I ran to the van the was supposed to pick me up. Then this guy who was apparently called “The Butler” found us. He ran whatever place I was being held in. I figured were we’d all be shot dead any moment now. He walked up to me and said my name as if he pitied me. I started looking through a bunch of camera bags that were next to me hoping to find a gun in one of them. On the third case I did. I found three bullets in the same bag and quickly loaded them in to the pistol I found. I couldn’t understand how I was still alive but without wasting another second I shot the dude in the face.

There was so much more to this dream. A lot happened while i was held prisoner. I couldn't record this dream right when I woke up though. This is all I remember now

I typed this out already, and it didn't save. So here goes take two. I've kept a dream journal for years so I have more written down somewhere but this is my most recent dream. Today, an hour ago.
-> It starts at my roommate's house, in her backyard where we've set up a giant projector to play movies against the back of her house. We've dragged all the furniture outside and arranged it to look like the living room. I'm sitting in a reclining chair with another person watching the movie which is black and white and makes the whole yard glow a grey/blue fluorescent color. Everything is there in perfect deal, the other houses, the fences, the cars driving by in the front, people's shadows moving in their windows but it's all a strange color. I can feel the person I'm sitting with's arm and it feels so real that I begin to wonder if I'm dreaming.
-> Next we are in that same friend's bedroom with all of the same people around and I keep saying "I can't tell if I'm dreaming." Because I really can't tell and I want someone to tell me if I am. Her room is that same grey/blue color and everyone in the room is that color, except for one person who comes in and tells us he's going home. He looks normal, and when he hugs me goodbye it feels like a real hug so I'm confused again.

I wake up for a minute but I can still feel myself being hugged. I fall asleep again.
-> I am home, at my grandparent's house, looking out the window at the neighbor's houses and describing to someone the people who live in them. We decided to take a walk and as we pass the house that sits on the curve of the street- a really mysterious house because I've never once seen the woman who lives there- what looks like a SWAT team comes racing out. Suddenly, there is a war going on and it is then that I realized I've been seeing this dream from the point of view of someone else, someone who isn't me, someone who knows what is going on because he is for some reason a part of it all.
-> At some point, I lose myself. At the gas station in my neighborhood, the two sides are standing off but I know I'm there so when they start shooting at each other, I find myself and try to get us out. While they're shooting and fighting, we get outside and I use this white powder/dust to shrink us down so that we can use this Thumbelina-esqu bumblebee motorcycle to get away. The enemy follows and we're suddenly fighting this unseen, shrunken battle while the lives of everyday, normal people go on. They don't notice as we fly through their yards and past their windows until the enemy decides to pour the powder over everyone, to drown the streets in it. Soon everyone is either too small or normal and everyone is mixed up in the fight and I've lost myself again.
-> I struggle to find myself now in the chaos, while people try to get me to help them find other people or to help them escape and while I'm still fighting the enemy. The whole world as far as I can tell is covered in that white powder, like snow, and nobody can control what size they are. I almost find myself, I can see me right there but then I'm suddenly back in the chair in that yard, watching the black and white movie.
And I wake up.

I see a lot of fighting. There's a swordsman. He seems to be going insane. He attacked a ship, thinking it was attacking their village. Merchants. Snow.

HIGH SCHOOL
I was in my high school parking lot waiting on my dad to pick me up. There was a little bit of snow and ice on the ground and it was probably around 11:00 pm. One of my friends from high school drove up in my dad's truck. There were lots of people in the parking lot getting ready to leave. I got in the truck with my brother. My friend explained that he had to drop off a blind person at his house. The truck moved slowy with the traffic toward the exit of the parking lot.

Task for Tomorrow: MILD

It's not every day that someone from DreamViews appears in my dream, but this isn't the first time OpheliaBlue has shown up.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a backroad in California, somewhere not too far fromthe Sierras. Trees and bright green meadows line the road, a perfect place fora drive in the country. I encounter very few people.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Up ahead is a driveway that I suspect is an H.E.B., an oddthing to find in California. I pull off the road into the dirt parking lot andwork to fit my vehicle in behind some other SUV. The rear end of the vehiclesticks out onto the road a little but not as far as other nearby vehicles so Iassume it’s okay.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The store seems less like a supermarket and more like an oldcountry store that has fallen to disrepair. There are no bright overhead lightsand the floor seems dirty. Condensation water drips from various chilleddisplays and pools on the floor, a clear slip hazard. The shelves are filledwith items but the selection is slim with little to no product competition. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Wandering through the store and carrying a hand basket Iselect a loaf of bread and a cucumber, something in a jar and some off-brandtype of soda I’ve never heard of. I seem to not be shopping for a meal butrather just picking up items as I go along and see things I am familiar with. Iremember that I need some water bottles and grab a case of Ozarka, noting thatI still have one at home under the table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A cashier is standing by an old-fashioned manual cashregister, his hands on the counter while he waits expectantly for someone tobuy some groceries but I just walk on past him. My belongings seem to disappearas I walk back outside. The parking lot has puddles in it and I have tojump-step to avoid them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The sky is a dark grey and as I look up at it snow begins tofall, light at first but quickly turning heavier. I become lucid as the snowand ice falls onto my skin, the chill of the ice almost painful as it lands onme. I just stop and stand there for a minute, looking at the ice melt, feelingthe cold penetrate into me. It’s a really neat sensation for a dream. As theice crystals hit they change from white to blue, then back to white beforemelting and dripping down the side of my arm. The blue is intriguing, and Irecognize it as a dream sign. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Wiping the water from my arm I continue on my way throughthe parking lot. My car is still sticking out onto the road and I no longerfeel so comfortable with it there. It seems too exposed to traffic, so the bestsolution is to move it further into the parking lot. I hop in and start mycar/SUV by pressing on the gas pedal, my keys seemingly forgotten, or lost.Ahead of me is a zigzag path around a red El Camino that will allow me to parkin a safer area. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m surprised so many cars are here; there doesn’t seem tobe many people around the grocery store or even the property. I pull into theclearing but if I stay in the position I could get blocked in a manner thatwould make it impossible to get out. I back up into a carport that I thinkbelongs to the property owner. It slopes uphill and has wooden planks set onthe ground to enable traction. A flimsy green roof covers it. It would be agreat place to park but I don’t want to make the guy mad by parking in hisspot.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the slight hill I’m on I can see another spot thatwould be perfect, and I pull forward into the circular drive in front of thestore. In the middle of this circle is a bar-style table, and OpheliaBlue isleaning on it and doing her homework. A pencil is held lazily in her right handwith the eraser stuck gently between her teeth. I recognize that I know herfrom DreamViews and this reinforces the lucidity from earlier.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You’ll never get out that way.” She says this nonchalantly.“You need to go through IRC.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you sure?” I want to believe her but sometimes it’shard to take the word of a teenager who is clearly rebellious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah. It’s the only way to get past the snake in the mud.”She lays her pencil down on her book and straightens up, her hair falling offher shoulders as she does. Her clothing suggests punk but her homework, sometype of higher mathematics, suggests nerd. The glasses just make her lookyounger. As for her words, I know that she is telling me a code to get past thestoreowner’s evil brother.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Well, then, thank you!” I don’t know what else to say. Iwasn’t expecting such kindness out here in the middle of nowhere. I alreadyfelt like everyone I encountered wanted me to leave, like a stranger who doesn’tbelong to the local clubhouse. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dangling from Ophelia’s neck is a small pendant, a whiteoval surrounded by ribbed gold. In the center is a black circle, like the pupilin the eye, and in my mind it clearly belongs in a museum, which must mean shestole it. I’m about to ask when she takes it off and hands it to me, placing itin my hand and folding my fingers over it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This will get you through. Don’t leave it here.” Her facelooks serious, and her tone suggests urgency.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at it and I have no idea what to do with it. Iwant to ask but she walks away to go wash her hands in the fish sink becauseher pencil made marks on her skin. For me it seems like a good time to leave soI walk up the hill to the road, cross into the woods, and head off looking fora pine tree with an oval carved into it. Somehow this feels right.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The center of the forest is hard to find, and the ferns seemto be sticky. I can feel something clinging to my skin, making the tiny hairs onmy arm feel weird. They make progress slow as I step over the plants and fallenlimbs, and the odd smell of feet seems to be coming from somewhere off to myright.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]A voice inside my mind tells me to throw the pendant to findthe tree and I yank on the string to break it. The pull fails to snap the cordso I pull it over my head instead, taking one last look at it before I throwit. The black circle has hints of blue in it like speckles of fire, presumablyparticles of the sky, another recognizable sign of the dream. It’s hard to take my eyes off it but I have tolet it go.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I throw it and a whistling noise fills the air as it arcsinto the distance, landing behind a large bush. I go looking for it, diggingthrough branches and leaves and getting poked in the face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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First

I'm playing a board game with my wife and X. There are pieces of the game board in a miniature scenery, and we all have small soldiers standing on the pieces. They can attack each other and try to conquer the pieces. X has the upper hand and we are plotting her defeat. As we try to see her side we get smaller, until we are walking on a road, on a scouting trip to see the size of her army.

Second

I'm at a crossing, on foot, waiting for to turn green. I'm actually a bit away from the crossing point, which is badly situated in my opinion. Some people look at me when the light turns and I cross the road at the wrong place. A couple of them are actually crossing at the place, but are still looking at me like I'm doing something wrong.

There is a subway stop, that's where I'm getting to, and next to it there are two tourists, apparently lost. They are standing in about half a meter of snow, and they are naked. I think they must be cold. They ask me if that is the subway station and I say yes. They go inside.

I go there too, and there are stairs leading up. I see a door and jump of the railing to get to it. It's the wrong one, and I climb a bit further and get to the right door.

I find myself in a very snowy area with mountains around me and hills, with a small village and houses scattered across the landscape. Mountains and snow keep re-occuring in my dreams. All of a sudden everything is dark and ash begins to pour down, a volcano has erupted and lava is consuming the small villages around me. I take out a camera and begin taking pictures of the lava, it really was beautiful with the snow. I begin going up the volcano and then the dream ends.

This one takes place in countryside and there is a house, I'm with my dad. Apparently it's the house of my school's administrator or whatever Pastor Jones. So me and my dad knock on the door and he lets us in. This guy is loaded with pot and his wife (he's divorced in real life) son (I don't think he has one) and his daughter (He does have a daughter but in this dream she looked way younger.) are all smoking this pot up. There's no place to sit so I'm like "May I have a chair or something to sit on?" and Jones is like "You can just sit on my son's lap." I was like WTF but I did it anyway, very uncomfortable and weird so I stand up and go outside. Theres a black car thats all dirty and me and his son start cleaning it up with bandannas. That's all I can remember.

This one takes place back in the snowy landscape except this time theres lakes and water and creeks everywhere instead of lava. I remember drifting in a black truck. That's all I can remember.

Fragments: Something about a city, bad people... Ummm, I remember a building. I'll work on it later.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I meet Evangelion at some place and we do some dream stuff together. Soon we feel hots for each other and he grabs me from behind, sliding his hands down my bosom and into my pants. At some point I am naked from my waist down and I have my underwear hanging on an ankle. Someone accuses us of indecent exposure. That's when I notice we are on a bus full of people. LOL But I don't feel embarrassed, because I'm semi-aware that I'm dreaming.
I'm now outside the bus and Evangelion evaporates. The ground is covered in snow and there's guys sliding vertiginously on tobogans and snowboards. I decide to follow them just sliding with my body through the snow. The speed makes me dizzy and I get confused for a while.
I don't know exactly how, but I end up on some room and I feel Riverstone's presence. I have a vague sensation of seeing him entering and exiting through a door on this room. Slowly I force myself to recover awareness and I get fully lucid. There is a mirror on the wall. I remember having read during the day an article about a meditation technique - considered a bit dangerous (I then wondered why) - consisting on staring at your own image reflected on a mirror and I decide to practice it on the dream.
As expected, my face soon starts to disfigure, becomes monstrous and I realize the danger is in becoming so frightened that I can go mad.
I feel the fear growing inside me and, to fight it, I decide to embrace the monsters in me. I stare at the mirror with my eyes wide open until they become so large and red and evil. I scream at the top of my lungs to the mirror and a long viper tongue comes out of my mouth. My hair spreads out in the air and I look horribly demonic. It is hard not to die of fear of myself!
I decide it is enough of this exercise and I recall that Riverston'e was around. Where is he now? The room is empty and I see 3 doors. I decide to go look for him, using a door as a portal. I chose the one closer to me and open it. It is a dark room and it takes me a while to see anything inside it. When I finally see something, it's full of zombies! They are lethargically lying on the floor, or leaning against the walls, but when they see me, they all get up to try to catch me. I try not to panic and simply go back through the same door, calmly. Unfortunately I don't return to the point of departure. I'm now in a post-apocalyptic dream scenario, in an underground complex full of zombies. Shit. I have a slight awareness that it is my fault and I make a mental note to self, not to go about exploring the dream world after unleashing my own demons. I don't feel enough strength to get out of there or make them disappear. I just run and climb stairs and try to find an exit. They are everywhere. Then I figure I can climb walls like Spider-Man (first time I try), which the zombies can't do and that's how I manage to reach the upper level of this building, unharmed. I find a grid leading to the outside at the ground level. There's green grass, blue sky and policemen controlling the entrance to the zombie underground. It all seems like a metaphor for the dark vs. light places of my mind. (...)

[COLOR="#483d8b"]- It was winter and there was thick snow on the ground. I was on some huge mountain with a girl that was younger than me. We were snowboarding. [/COLOR]

O_o

Nothing else..

[COLOR="#2e8b57"]lucids[/COLOR], [COLOR="#483d8b"]non-lucids[/COLOR]

I was leaving school. It was cold, dark and raining/snowing. I believe that I was also mildly lucid, at least in the beginning of the dream. I went out the the bus loop and I was getting close to the buses when they all started leaving without me, meaning that I would have to walk home several miles in the snow. (This is a common anxiety that I have in real life.)
To make matters worse somebody shoved me into the street and I was now cold, wet and muddy.
I got up and found out that there was one bus still there. It was bus number 25. There was a scrawny-looking man driving it and he told me that he was going to the middle school next to my subdivision. I told him to let me ride the bus but he said he could not because I was not singed up, so I still had to walk home.
I would not be beat, and took my cell phone out of my backpack and called my mom for a ride. I guess anxiety dreams don't like being "beaten" because the dream ended at that point.

I remember the number "25" on the side of the bus so vividly. I'm quite certain I was completely focused on it for a few seconds. I wonder if it will have further significance in my dreams...

Hunting

A colleque from my workplace, in the dream a teacher, is missing. She has either been kidnapped or escaped with some guerrilla group. We are following her. We get to a dock, where there are a couple of thugs. There is some martial arts display and I start flying towards the ship. I'm not flying very well, and one of the thugs notices. He says that my legs are tired and my flying is almost as bad as his. He starts following me.

Canoes

I'm walking with a few people. There's snow around the road. We come to a river that is only partially frozen. There are two canoes and we use them to get across. The ice floating on the river is making it harder keep the canoe straight. I fall of the canoe once, landing on a piece of ice.

Sleeping in the Snow

I'm camping in a forest with some friends. There is a small building and I go in there. It turns into a 2D game-like thing. I'm looking for a weapon and find a fire flower like in Super Mario. I get out and go to where the others are should be setting a camp. Instead, they have decided to sleep in the snow. They have dug themselves into the snow with their sleeping bags.

04.16.2012

Kaomea as a Child???? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I put this dream first so Kaomea can hopefully see it, and the similarities between the child and her is waaaay too accurate, at least for my limited knowledge on how she looked like before.

Before I go on to remembering the dream, the reason why I'm assuming a girl that looks like Kaomea as a child, even though I don't know how she really looked as a child in waking life, is because of the red tank top she was wearing along with blue shorts.

I know Kaomea has worn a red shirt and some blue jeans, along with some red sneakers in her dreams, and probably does the same in waking life.

I'm probably in spectator mode, just seeing how things play out at an area with a lot of greenery to it. If you looked beyond the area they're at, you could see there's a large and open field, and the clouds are light gray or light blue, couldn't tell exactly.

The atmosphere seemed like this was in the late 1980s to the early 1990s (well obviously, since this could've been Kaomea as a child). It was a vivid dream, and it had that "old-school" film feeling to it. (Don't worry, Kaomea, I'm not saying you're old or anything, it's just the type of ATMOSPHERE that felt kind of weird.)


There's an adult or two supervising a group of children. The two children that popped up to me the most were a girl and a boy.

The boy was Caucasian most likely, and by the way he's smiling, I'm assuming everybody is taking some kind of group photo together.

He's really ready to get his picture taken, and I think they had to move around a bit, so I guess they were testing to find out the ideal order of who goes behind who and such for the photo.

Now for the girl. She had fairly long hair, and the children here are probably around the age of 4-7? She looked like she was from Hawaii like Kaomea is in right now.

Her skin tone was a little bit darker than the skin tone I normally see Kaomea in, but only slightly. She's wearing a red tank top with some fluffy extensions near her shoulder, well, it's not that fluffy, but it was fancy looking enough for me to pay attention to her.

I think she was wearing blue shorts, and probably red sneakers as well, presuming whoever dressed her would want her shoes to match with her tank top.

After one of the adults and the children move around for a little while to find the ideal positions to stand, sit, or crouch on, I get a zoomed perspective on the child that looks like Kaomea.

She has this sort of mad pout to her face, as if she doesn't want to be part of the photo....LOL, it was so hilarious! xD

Anyway, it was kind of cute seeing her like that. (in fact, I was just putting my hands over my face and shaking my head and going "awwwwww" )

Then I hear a random voice that said how she would like a certain someone someday? I didn't know what that meant, but I'm assuming who she likes now....but it could be someone else entirely different.

I can't remember much after that, I was just focusing on the girl who could've been Kaomea as a child.

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04.16.2012

Moving Away (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a random house, and I have my laptop with me inside of a dark room. I didn't know that me and my father were going to move as yet.

There's a T.V. flashing, but I didn't pay attention to what was showing most of the time. I get out of the room, and I go to the garage of this random house, and I see my father with a vehicle that has this large attachment to it.

It's like a mini red truck attached to a Jeep or something, and it had a brown color to it. The driveway itself was kind of weird, a small tree was in the middle of it, and there's a really small dirt slit going parallel to the driveway's path.

I thought it would prevent my father from moving this weird mini red truck attachment he had for another vehicle, but after looking on how it's structured, it wasn't going to hit the tree at all. Oh, and the truck itself was probably a normal red Ford truck.

There were also random people coming on the driveway, some were merely passing through, and then there's some that stop in the middle of the driveway and just look at me or at the garage.

I remember there being a lady with copper red or burnt orange hair. Her visage wasn't appealing at first, and the fact that she looked depressed kind of bothered me, seeing as she's one of the people just standing in the middle of the driveway.

She's wearing a black dress, and it stops near the top region of her thighs as well.

I can't remember anything else from that dream.

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04.16.2012

Pharynx/Larynx (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a lecture apparently, but the room itself is way too short for it to be a decent science lecture. In fact, it seemed that either I'm the only student here, or there were a few people behind me that I didn't pay attention to.

I was listening to a lecturer declare something about how it's important to remember some figure he has on the projection screen. The room is dark, so the only think shining is the screen, so I paid attention and got something out to write on to copy what's on the screen.

I believe he was talking about something about knowing which part represents the Pharynx and which part represented the Larynx. I think he wanted us to even draw the structure of it (I didn't even remember what a Pharynx and a Larynx were in waking life until I checked that it's related to the throat).

I'm drawing what he's pointing us to draw, but it doesn't look anything like what I saw what those parts were in waking life, but I blindly draw and label them down.

It seemed like there were extensions that looked like veins on these parts, and for some reason, I decided to look a little bit more on how they looked like so that I could draw out more of the vein-like structures.

I think the dream shifts, but I'm in the same room, and someone is talking to me one-on-one. I can't remember how they looked like at all, seeing as the room is still dark. They were giving me some transparent object.

It looked like it was some dried up gel to preserve something that was inside it. A message inside of it said (and damn it, this is getting ANNOYING now...)

"You can still pass! But you need to go to the SI Sessions!"

(SI Sessions are short for "Supplemental Instruction".....and that's basically free tutoring that the University gives here. It's pretty helpful, but like the meaning says, it's "Supplemental"....meaning it's not wise to actually rely only on it).

After reading it, I wasn't really surprised about what it was trying to tell me. I think I had thoughts of it either being Biology, seeing as it's only of the only SI sessions I go to other than the Chemistry one.

(I don't know why it would suggest I do that since I go to both when it's appropriate....like I wouldn't go to one after we took a test, since those sessions would be cancelled because they wouldn't know what's going to be covered if we just took an exam....

I thought it could've been for my Political Science class, but again, I didn't see how that could be it seeing as the material I was looking at on the screen was related to Biology in general).

The dream shifts to where I'm outside now, and this area feels like an abstract of where I live because there's a black road in the middle, and it seems I'm sitting down on a brown bench with someone.

The person is on the other side, not next to me. I didn't really pay attention to them that well, and can't remember how they looked like since I had my face down somewhere else.

They were talking to me about some kind of offer, but I can't remember what. They obviously wanted me to stay a bit longer and think about it, but I'm still a bit on shifting towards rejecting it, even though I'm having feelings that I should accept it.

I'm assuming it's something that's a big deal, especially if I'm still there worrying about accepting or denying, but I just don't know what the hell they're offering me!

Then I decide to get up, and I cross the black road, and to my right, there's a light brown dumpster that's about 3-4 feet away from me. Behind it was a bicycle that looks like my own in waking life, and I think there's a black motorcycle next to it as well.

Obviously, I go with the black motorcycle, and it looks pretty nice too. (I wonder if that could've been the motorcycle that Kaomea rides in her dream? Or maybe it was the same motorcycle I rode a while back in another dream where I was riding on a snake-y sidewalk that seemed to direct me in possibly finding Alyzarin? Then again, those dreams happened probably a month or two before this one...)

As soon as I get on the vehicle, the Cowboy Bebop Ending music plays, and I'm surprised that I was passively listening to the music, even though there wasn't anything external in waking life that could've transcended to this dream.

(I like the song, but how it played as soon as I got on the motorcycle kind of bothered me when I typed this dream out)....Obviously a song like that means something depressing was going on.

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04.16.2012

Obama and Homeless Tents? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I see President Obama walking in snow, and it was snowing very hard. I don't think he's even wearing a jacket, just a white dress shirt, blue tie, and black pants most likely.

He heads towards a green tent, and it seems there's some activity inside of it. He crouches down and goes in, and I believe for a half a second, I was Obama in first person view?

Someone inside of the tent crawls out and shows Obama what's inside the tent.

That's all I remember.

First

I Take a walk in the forest with bunch of people. I turn back at some point and go back alone. When I get to a town, there's snow on a low lying area next to it. I play with the snow for a while and notice someone closeby. I don't want her to see me, so I try hiding in the snow again.

Second

I'm at a store or a restaurant with a buffet. I'm just socializing and don't eat much but I take a piece of sushi so that the owner doesn't get too mad.

Third

I'm making bread, spreading butter of rye bread without warming it first. My wife asks why and I say I just forgot.