All DJ Entries

Last night I tried sleeping with melatonin rather than Ambien, and although I didn't sleep well, I remembered a ton of dreams and dream fragments.

The first I recall was of being on an unfamiliar street in a familiar neighborhood. I was somewhere near the Montrose area of Houston, and a female police officer was chasing down a suspect. She had forgotten her gun back at the nearby police station and she asked me to run back to grab it for her. She said it would be in the second slot to the left. I ran to the station and looked in a parked squad car before I realized she wanted me to look inside the station, and maybe I'd get in trouble for messing with the police cars. I went inside the strangely deserted station, which was more like an old converted house. I found a room with lots of metal storage slots, and they were all marked with lengthy numbers printed in white font against a black background. I pulled a gun out from the second slot to the left, and a woman came in just then to ask what I was doing. I told her the officer needed her gun to arrest a suspect, and the lady said, "That's not a real gun. You have to give me the slot number so I can pull the corresponding bingo bag." I had no idea what that meant, but okay, she got me the gun, and I ran off. Somehow the suspect was waiting patiently for the officer to receive her gun in order to arrest him at gunpoint. I made sure to hand it to the officer handle first with the safety on.

The next dream was more of a fragment than anything. It had something to do with an old movie from the 90's, but I was actually on set with the characters. The movie isn't real in the waking world, but in the dream, I was familiar with it and remembered that it was a really funny film. The actors were happy to be reliving the shoot. That all somehow led into me scaling a tall house with lots of high balconies on it in the midst of a gentle nighttime snow shower. I wasn't quite flying, but I could use different balcony railings to pull myself higher and then drift to the next handhold. It's a dream sensation I'm familiar with. It's as if gravity is really, really slight, and I'm able to swing or hop across impossible distances.

The next dream was where I became semi-lucid. I was just lucid enough to make mental notes of all the incredible, fully realized detail around me, but not quite lucid enough to realize that I have a lucidity to-do list. I was in a small but immaculately decorated house. The decor was quite old and out of style despite looking very expensive; I distinctly remember a fringed lamp on a small table next to an armchair. It lit the small room adequately, but dimmer than I normally like. The walls were ornately decorated with fancy wallpaper. I walked into the next room, which was like a dining area attached to a porch. It was nighttime, and the screens of the porch kept out the bugs. There was a young boy there with crayons and shelves of art pencils, and his mother explained to me that he wasn't taking well to his art classes. I talked to him about what he likes to draw, and I told him that I also took art classes when I was in school. Then he started to become interested in all his cool art tools. The mother thanked me for kindling his interest and asked me if I'd spend more time with him, so I made a hollow promise to drop in sometime. (I remember feeling uncomfortable because the mother didn't know I was gay. I didn't want her to turn on me later when she finds that out and then decides I'm just not the role model she wants for her son.) She went on to explain that her mother still haunted the house, and that's why it was so dreary and so old. I headed into the previous room to make my way toward the front door, and the old woman appeared near the table. She was impossibly tall, and her gray hair brushed the ceiling. She had a round, white face like a Tim Burton character from the Nightmare Before Christmas. I reached up to put my hands on her cheeks as I told her, "You need to let these people live their lives." She smiled a toothy, jack-o-lantern grin and vanished, her face collapsing between my hands as she went. With her disappearance, all the furnishings transformed into bright, childish colors. The boy came rushing in, delighted to discover that everything was now made of candy. I licked the blue, sugar-coated mantel on the wall of the front room just to verify, and indeed, it was all candy.

My next dream was incredibly fun. I was flying awkwardly, as I ALWAYS do in my flying dreams. I can never fly straight, I have little control over where I land, and I usually go way too fast. There was a pitched battle raging nearby against a fort high on a dusty hill that was occupied by Mexicans, all of them dressed as if they had just conquered the Alamo. The attackers appeared to be American military from World War II, but they were dressed in the non-battlefield uniforms that they might wear while comfortable on base. My flight path swung way out to my right before I managed to come around and land near the American troops. No one was taking the battle too seriously on either side, and the atmosphere was more like a football game than an actual war. The Americans asked me for a favor: since I could fly, would I deliver a stack of uniforms to the Mexicans as a "gift?" In my dream mind, I thought, "How do they expect them to fall for this? They pulled the same thing last year!" The uniforms had been deliberately soaked in wet fecal matter and then dried. The feces had been strategically placed to look like sweat stains around the collars and armpits. For some reason, the Americans were confident the Mexicans would actually don the uniforms after mistakenly thinking they were historical and valuable. I flew the uniforms up to the Mexicans and then returned down the hill. Before long, Mexicans began to appear on the adobe walls wearing the shitty uniforms, and the Americans just laughed and laughed. I grew a little tired of the humiliation of the Mexicans, so I decided to put an end to all this. For the first time that I can ever remember in a dream, I stretched out my arms and successfully controlled my flight! I flew into the fort and landed just like Superman. My feet came down slowly enough, yet the force of my landing shook the whole fort, just as I had intended it to. A Mexican came charging at me with a sword, and suddenly I was holding a flaming Thor hammer, which I struck him with. The blow literally transformed him into a large wicker basket, which disappeared with a small white spark as it struck a nearby adobe wall. I turned to the Mexican general and pointed at him as I said, "Don't challenge me! I am way more powerful than any of your weapons!" I could see my arm as I pointed at him, and I noticed that I was now dressed in the latest Superman costume. The Mexicans put down their weapons and I flew off.

I was becoming a little lucid again, and I knew that this controlled flight was a rare thing for me. I saw a news crew on the ground in a parking lot, and I flew in for a landing near the camera. As I landed perfectly, I could feel the awesomeness of my power and invincibility, as if I had to be careful not to crack the pavement. I heard the male reporter say, "Superman just landed, and we'll try to talk to him a little bit later about what just happened up at the fort." I was surprised at first that no one seemed all that happy to see me, and then I had a false memory of putting another Superman in charge to fill in for me whenever I'm not dreaming. I saw him standing not all that far off, and I could see that he was a little drunk. I super-hopped over to him, and I said, "Man, I leave you behind to be Superman in this world while I'm not here to do it, and this is how you represent me?" He looked dejected and then flew off. I followed behind to see where he was going. We came over some mountains, and I noticed that we were now in some kind of a far-off future. There were MASSIVE bridges, taller than anything that exists now, loaded down with about twenty lanes of cars moving in each direction. I could see huge buildings of odd shapes in the distance, jutting up beyond a bank of fog or low clouds, which were pink in the light of the sun that was rising to my right. Suddenly there was a rapidly approaching shower of something like salt pouring down in the distance. Everything that the salt touched began to crumble and fall, and I somehow knew that this was an alien attack against Earth. The Superman ahead of me turned his head back toward me and shouted, "We've got to help these people!" I replied "There's nothing we can do!" I couldn't think of any way to bring my awesome powers to bear against this threat. He said, "Yes there is!" and he flew down under the huge bridge we were flying along just as the shower overtook us and the bridge began to fall. I did the same one span behind. I saw him catch an enormous section of bridge, and I looked up to see three large sections falling rapidly toward me, each one the size of a skyscraper. I said to myself, "This is going to suck." I caught the piece in the middle, and it smacked my palms painfully hard. To my surprise, the other two pieces froze in mid-air as if I had Jedi powers to hold them all at once. Don't ask me why, but I tossed the three bridge sections away and then flew back to the previous span, which was now coming down also. I braced myself for the catch, and this one hurt even more than the last one. As I set the section down, I thought to myself, "I can't keep doing this."

I think that's about where I woke up. Anyway, it's the last thing I remember.

Dream 1

I find myself in a living room of some kind sitting there with my fiance. She is talking to me about how she doesnt believe in Lucid dreaming and that its dumb and fake. I tell her that i have to disagree as right now I am lucid dreaming(im not really) I tell her that i can prove it to her by simply playing a few games with her and I can still win because I can control the dream as I am dreaming it. We turn on an old nintendo and put in a few games. One of them was a racing game We played it and i closed my eyes and kept racing and won the game I opened them and said see look i could see the turns in my head because I was controling it. We then put in another game and it was a tank shooting game. I closed my eyes but this time it was harder to control I could tell i was missing several shots due to the fact that my tank and another tank looked so much alike I cheated and peeked and saw which one i was and closed my eyes again and then destroyed the game by shooting every tank and blowing them instantly. I smiled and opened my eyes and told her that I wasnt lieing and that I was lucid dreaming and sharing the dream with her. She finnaly agreed and we just went about doing random things.

Dream 2.

I was in my old town and was driving my Jeep. I was mind my own business going slow when the front tire basicly blew up. I got out and thought that was weird... So i got out got into my old car and headed down a street. I got a ways and my car began to shake very violently I thought to myself what is going on? I looked around and then boom! my front left tire on this car blew up as well. I got out looked at and thought how the hell is this happening.. I got back in and im like screw it im almost to my parents house i can drive it the rest of the way like this. So i did just that i hoped in and went slow and drove the car to my parents house. When i got there it was our old home before it was remodeled my parents were clearing out my old room and for some reason i had lots of dishes in my room and my parents were trying to say that they were nasty and there was cum in the cups and stuff. I told them that is nasty that even thought i would do that and they finnaly were like Oh your right it was just ramen??

Dream 3.

I went to a church and sat with some family friends. It felt like somebody was after us but I couldnt really tell who or why. We stood up and began to leave but one of them forgot their camera so i bent down to grab it and they were gone.

Dream 4

I went to a college and was talking to this girl(dont recall any details about her) she was helping me with the class kind of seemed like a teacher but also a student. I had a new book but then after looking away and back at it there was pencil writing all over the book and it looked horrible. there was also random papers inside the book that were not mine.

Dream 5.

I was superman and I was flying around but I would hit theese spots above water that was a weird gravity flux. It would make me fall down and not be able to fly. I destroyed them one by one and some how made a bunch of rocks go flying into space. I hid myself amongst the rocks as there was some people looking for me. I made my way back to earth shortly after and hit the biggest Gravity flux of them all. I fell down into this snowy ice area and broke off the outershell to this thing. it turned out to be somebodies house that was designed just like the other gravity things I tried to break into it but it had an energy barrier and i couldnt break it but i could pull it and everything. I pulled part of it out and a secuity system activated and it threw me to the ground and poured out this teal colored liquid. It then said out loud YOu can only destroy me when you know the amount of ounces you need . I figured out i needed alot of this luquid and then i needed to stab it when a very long and sharp object. I then began to do jut that and broke the shield.

Dream 6.

I was captured with some other people inside of this giant base. Bad guys were keeping us locked up and then for some reason decided to let us out. We got away from them but then got locked up inside a different cage. Each cage had a different look to it which we found out was because it was custome made for us. One guy had a cage that had all white walls but the ground was all red (dexter related) he was saying it had to do probably with when he can first recall he was found in a white room that was covered in blood on the floor. My room was orange but had white lines on it and there was a few others that had rooms to. The dream became more of a movie and i was watching it in third person seeing the badguys then the good guys. The good guys eventually broke out again and got away and that is when I woke up

Wow I haven't posted any dreams in ages––partly because I'm lazy, but also because I haven't been taking very good track of my dreams over the past few months. But now I'm trying to start keeping track again, and hopefully posting these will motivate me to write my dreams down more often.

I don't remember any dreams from last night, but I'll post a dream I wrote down a few weeks ago that was particularly long/crazy and had a ton of different parts in it. So yeah, here goes:

I go to [my college] and it’s the beginning of the school year—or so I assume because it’s all sunny and green outside and whatnot. It’s during orientation or something, and all the upperclassmen (the third and fourth years that is) have to join together to learn one huge dance. We all have to wear crazy colorful costumes with lots of feathers on them and stuff.

I’m late or something and I have to learn part of the dance from some random girl in a trailer near [the athletic center]. So I get in the trailer and the girl is showing me how to do part of the dance. It mostly involves some pretty simple move where I pretty much just have to step forward, then back, then to the side, or something along those lines. But she keeps saying I’m doing it wrong even though I thought it was super easy, so I figure I’m missing something.

Anyway, then the girl has to go somewhere, and there’s this random older guy (like a professor or something, I don’t know) standing outside the trailer who says he will teach me the rest of the dance later, but then he walks away. I become paranoid that I’m not going to be able to learn the dance in time.

I start walking around and looking at the various groups of people in their colorful costumes. It seems like everyone has split into groups and they’re all going to do separate dances. (I see [a girl I know from high school] and she’s talking about how her group has to wear fake boobs. Huhhh.) I think about how nice it is that the upperclassmen get to do this instead of doing stupid orientation activities.

There’s another short part where I’m lying in my bed (at home) and [two of my sisters] are also in their beds and asking me questions about some movie about a chef––but like, the whole movie is a euphemism for sex somehow and they’re asking me to explain it and I’m like, “Uhhh … I don’t know.”

In another part I’m working at [the library where I used to work] again, and I’m not really doing anything––just wandering around the stacks looking for something interesting to read. But every time I find a spot where I can just stand around and read for a while, I see some other librarians standing around talking and I’m afraid I’ll get caught.

I end up in some random corner where there are a bunch of flyers and booklets on a shelf and I’m trying to arrange them all in a neat row but they keep all falling over or turning outwards. I realize it might be a better system if I just had them all arranged so that they were facing out, but then I’m too lazy to change the arrangement I’ve already made.

Below that shelf there’s another shelf with gigantic picture books on it. They all look super old. Apparently they’re reference books and I’ve never seen them before, and they’re all really cool––so I’m like, “Whoa, why did I never know about these?”

(I think I either wake up from this one or I have a false awakening—either way, I have this disorienting moment where I still believe I work at the library in real life and then I’m really confused, like, “No I don’t … Wait, yes I do … Wait, no I don’t …”)

There’s some really short part where I’m watching some thing where Superman and some blond lady with a ponytail and I think a few other people are all running through this stormy landscape and then there are these helicopters chasing after them that are going to shoot at them, and Superman is like, “Haha well that’s okay, because I’m immune to bullets!” And all his friends are like, “Ummm … but we’re not.”

Yet another part: I’m in my grandparents’ (old) house, in their TV room. I think maybe my mom is also there? And I’m trying to call [my sisters], and then I try to call [three of my friends from high school] … because apparently all five of them are on a hike together. When I try to call [my sister] she doesn’t pick up her phone, but then this weird thing happens where she somehow answers the phone after her “leave a message” recording thing has played but I still can’t talk to her because she can’t hear me I guess. I think I actually talk to [my friend] on the phone but I forget what she says.

In another part I’m in some random kitchen (which kind of looks like our kitchen at [the place I used to live]) and I think my whole family is there. There’s this weird washing machine; [my brother] opens it and it still continues running even when it’s open. But the whole time it’s running, it’s overflowing and squirting all this water into the microwave which is situated above it. And my mom is like, “Oh don’t worry, that’s normal.”

At some other point, I’m at some random event and all my high school friends are there. We’re all sitting in this big field somewhere and it’s kind of getting dark outside. I’m talking to [one of my friends] and I have a popsicle stick for some reason––one of those ones with a joke on it. And I’m like, “Haha want to hear a popsicle stick joke?” and then I try to read the joke but I misread it and accidentally think it says something about Sherlock and I’m like, “Lol I can’t stop thinking about Sherlock.” (I had this dream after the day season 3 started, so ... it was actually true.)

And finally there’s some other part where there are a bunch of kids are having some kind of race and then there are these two boys who are particularly competitive with each other … ? Err yeah I don’t remember the details.

Sep 22-23 (Lucid)

It wasn't super long, but I was being attacked by some crazy powerful dude who had more powers than I did, so while he was charging one up I ran away and while doing so I realized it was a dream so I started to try to fly. It was working to, like superman style flying. I tried to go insanely fast like warp speed but couldn't do it, then thought what if I fall, and I started to fall. So I landed and thought about how weird it was that my body is laying down sleeping but I was there moving, but at that moment things started to fade and I became aware of my actual body. But it was a false awakening because I woke up in a car drenched in sweat waiting for my guardian to come turn on the car? But I totally fell for it and forgot I was dreaming haha. Then a few minutes later I actually woke up by alarm.

Also I've had some awesome dreams this weekend about extreme sports and super powers. I've gone like dirt biking down a hill with a glider on top so if I hit a jump I would get a ton of air and glide down slowly. Then I also had a dream about sky diving and stuff and it felt crazy.

A Mogadorian (from the series I Am Number Four) was going to take me sky diving, told me he was going to grab 2 more scouts, it seemed sketchy, my dad told me to get shotguns, so I picked up this weird looking block that was supposed to be a futuristic shotgun. The Mogadorian came back and I tried to shoot him but he was all defensive and said stop, but seemed sketchy with a sword and trying to get behind me.

I dreamt that I had bought a smartphone from a friend. I went to his place to pick it up. When I arrived he pointed to a bucket of water in on the floor. In it was the phone. I picked it up and it miraculously worked, which I thought was strange because phones and water don´t really mix. When I asked him why he had put it in a bucket of water he said it was in order to clean it.

Later I went to a mall, and to a shop called Game that sells computer games. I browsed for a while until settling for a superman game. The owner did ask me if I needed help at some point, but I said I was all right.

When I later played it I was actually inside the game, playing as one of the main characters. It was apparently a strategy game, where two sides fought a war. I was a super soldier and was running around killing enemy soldiers.

This one was a lot of fun, in large part because it was the first time I managed to really modify terrain in a major way. I still can't believe that I fell for the last false awakening, especially after catching the others.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #117: Carving the Coasts

I'm standing on a bus, blathering some false memory to the other riders about how a friend of mine was on an episode of Friends. I suddenly realize that I've missed my stop by miles, we're in the final bus terminal, and everybody's getting off. A middle-aged bald guy hands me a bunch of coins, including a JFK half dollar and a weird coin with a hole in the middle of it, and announces that he's paying everyone's bus fare. I hand the coins over to the bus driver, who takes them all. Once we're outside, the bald guy asks for his change and then berates me when I say that I gave the driver everything.

I feel like an idiot and everyone's staring at me, so I slink away and walk outside, wondering how I'm going to get home. On the corner I see a gang member carrying a pistol and wearing a blue bandana face mask. He jumps out from behind cover and starts firing at some unknown enemy. I think that this must be a really bad neighborhood and that I'd better get out of here. I look up at the sun to figure out which way is east, but notice that the sun's too low in the sky for the brightness of the day. The sun self-consciously moves higher in the sky to match my expectations and I realize that I'm dreaming.

I'm walking by an apartment complex with a little playground filled with grade school kids. I start flying to look for Angel Falls and one of the kids says, "It's Superman!"

"That's right!" I say, and start "bah bah baahhh"ing the original John Williams Superman theme. I decide that I want to hear the real thing and immediately my subconscious produces the original soundtrack (or close enough to convince me, at least.) I fly off, the Superman score playing in my head and filling me with nerdy confidence.

I come to a broad river with some low hills along the water's edge. I fly along the river until I come to a coastline, proceeding along that for a while, looking for Angel Falls. I start eyeing those low hills and think about whether I could turn them into Angel Falls. As I do this, they start growing taller, and I find that I can raise and lower the height of these hills just by thinking about it. Something seems to stop them from getting up to full mountain height, but I can still get them high enough to impress myself, at least. I keep flying along the coast, building the hills taller and watching as the occasional small waterfall even erupts from the side. These waterfalls are all pretty modest, though, and not nearly high enough for Angel Falls.

As I'm happily traveling down the coast and raising the hills up to the sky, a group of elderly people that look like tourists start flying in front of me, way too close, and blocking my view a bit. The tourists are pointing at the hills and reading some kind of guide book, and disturbingly, one of them is only wearing a diaper. I maneuver past a couple of them, but the old man in a diaper won't get out of the way. I say, "You want to land," and he immediately banks to the left and drops out of sight. Satisfied, I continue flying and trying to make the coastal hills climb higher and higher. I can't get enough of watching this! As I'm raising one set of hills really high, I start to see water cascading off of it, and I think that it's going to turn into Angel Falls. As I look up and up, my perspective suddenly clonks onto its side and I'm pitched into the void.

I rub my hands together to make sure my dream body's ready to go, then I try to find the floor. I imagine my hands rubbing against the smooth rock of a river bed, but the sensation I feel is different. More like cloth. Soon I can see out of my left eye, but only in a small circle. Right eye's still blind. It looks like I'm laying facedown on our comforter -- false awakening. It's morning and I'm alone, laying across the bed.

I get up and check myself in the bedroom mirror. I've got a bunch of blankets and sheets and stuff wrapped around me. I put my arms out so they can fall to the floor. I look just like myself except that my eyes are filled in with black and these dark wisps of smoky electricity-looking stuff are crackling around my head. Overall effect: badass. There's still something wrong with my right eye, but I just tell myself that the blankets are gone and I can see fine. Pretty soon, I do.

There's a new door in the wall of our bedroom, and I walk through it into some kind of sunroom. (This is strange since our bedroom is on the 2nd floor.) My friends "Leroy" and "Leroyette" (husband and wife) are here working on some kind of art project with a bunch of strangers. Everyone's working away with scissors, paper, and cloth. I call out, "[Leroy]! I'm having a lucid dream."

"Here, let me get the door," he says, undoing a bunch of strange locks on an external, glass-paned door. I step outside and there's a small waterfall, about 15 feet high, going in a small garden. I'm wondering how to turn this into Angel Falls when the scene goes dark right before...

I have another false awakening in my master bedroom. The door to the sunroom is still there, and I head through it again. There, again, is Leroy. This time I try undoing all of the locks myself. There are an unbelievable number of curtains, locks, and shutters covering the door, and I'm finding it really frustrating to mess with them. "I don't recall your doors being covered with this much bullcrap," I whine. Leroy chuckles and tries to help me. (Apparently I thought this was his house, but it doesn't resemble any room in Leroy's home.) "You know, I could have just phased this whole time. Sorry, man!" I phase through the door onto a grassy lawn, jump into the air, and start flying again. After flying for a short time...

Another false awakening, this time in the sunroom. Embarrassingly, this one fools me and I'm non-lucid. An overweight bearded guy in his 20s is dressed in a wookiee costume (sans head.) He's complaining about how girls are always too interested in lucid dreaming. Don't they understand that stuff is just fantasy? He puts the head of the wookiee costume on and poses for a photograph, doing his best Chewbacca cry. Cameras flash. The dream ends.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Parts of this dream are in present tense and some are in past tense. When I wrote this I had just woken up and was going back and forth between the tense because I was tired.

Dream 1: I am standing on a sort of futuristic football field with a large-ish African American kid about my age. He and I are supposed to be protecting somebody, but it’s not a life or death thing, we’re supposed to be protecting him in a game we’re about to play. There are tons of other people around our age (18) there, just walking around the field. Something happens and everyone starts running in the same direction, as if a race is starting. I start running as fast as I can to get to the front of the pack. The race leads off the football field, and there was a long handicap ramp for people to roll up if they’re in wheel chairs. I ran up to it, and jumped over the railing, taking a shortcut. I jump over the next two railings too.



I see that my old middle school friend, who I just saw recently for the first time in years at a grocery in the waking world, was running and she was in the front of the group. It reminded me of when we were back in school, and she would always be at the front of class, always putting her hand up first. In a sense she was leading the class.

I catch up to her and she seems to know where she’s going, so I start to follow her. We run through a building and then down several flights of stairs. The stairs change from being a house kind of stairwell to being an industrial kind of stairwell with cement stairs and railings and cement walls. All of a sudden the stairwell ends and we’re in a large cement parking lot. I looked around and everything had a sepia tone to it.

There were some tire marks on the cement, but no parking space lines.



I looked forward and remembered that I need to keep following her. She ran around a corner and got a slight lead on me, but she didn't know I was following her. When I run around the corner she is gone, and there are multiple stairways and multiple doors leading all sorts of directions. I had no idea which way to go. To my left was a scissor gate like a small business would use in a town to keep the front of the store inaccessible during the night from thieves.



I didn't have much time. I looked around desperately trying to find her, but I was too late. The herd of kids had caught up, but they were in the hallway that was blocked off by that sliding scissor gate. Cayla (my friend from school) was behind the scissor gate too. I looked at her and she looked at me as if to say “How did I get in here?”

I took advantage of the opportunity, and ran in one of the random directions. It led me to a train tunnel like place, and I kept running. Eventually I wound up at a bus at the end of the tunnel. I looked around and noticed that it was night time, and everything was dark. I got into the bus and sat near the front. There were already three other people on the bus. Two girls my age and one boy who I seemed to know from somewhere. Once I was on, the bus started to drive away. We drove down a street and I noticed that it was a place I was familiar with, my grandparents neighborhood. We all started talking to eachother, saying hello and asking names. I think one of the girls said her name was Stacy. She was very attractive. I then sat back in my chair and waited for a while. It felt like we were driving for an hour. By this time we were all good friends, even the bus driver. We pulled into a small city, and I saw some small houses on my left, and what appeared to be an amusement park in front of us. I looked down to the road as we approached a red light, and noticed that there was a small African American baby sitting in the road. He didn’t seem scared, he was quite playful. He was acting like a frog, and as soon as I acknowledged that, a black frog about the size of the baby appeared next to him. They were both sticking their tongues out and trying to catch something on the ground, perhaps an ant or a bug, with their tongues.

The light changed and we progressed on our journey. I looked behind me at the girls and noticed that they were making out. I thought to myself “ ……. HOT!” My buddy who was sitting in the back kind of looked at me and laughed then looked out the window, as if he’d seen this a million times. The girls off and on started kissing eachother, and I looked at Stacy and said “Can I help you girls out?” They kind of ignored me but I was persistent and said “I wanna get involved with that!” They stopped kissing and looked at me, it sort of creeped me out because they didn’t say anything for a second. Then Stacy said “No.” (Damn!)

We pulled up next to a large strange shaped rock/metal formation at the amusement park and stopped next to it, still on the road, by a curb. The wall formation looked like the wall in this picture of a ride at six flags:



We all got out and started walking, but we knew where we were going. After we turned a corner I was at my old house, which has recently sold. We’re standing in the driveway, and my dad and some people who seem to be his friends are in the garage next to a car with tools out. They say something taunting to me as a joke and we walk into the garage.

I felt a sense that told me “The whole reason we did this mission was to get here to fix something on a car.” It made me feel like It was a lot of effort just to do something so small, and why was it so important that all the kids from that school wanted to come fix it?

I heard some noises in real life and began to wake up and journal.

I used the WBTB and ADA Technique here, never became fully lucid, but was conscious enough to make SOME decisions in the dream of my own, but at no point had any idea I was really asleep.

I only remembered one fragment today, though I do remember it being somewhat longer.

Dream 1 (fragment): I was playing AI War: Fleet Command, and I had some insanely powerful unit, and it was chasing around a unit representing Superman all over an empty map. I got him down to 1/4 his HP, but then I woke up.

So, been a really long time since I last posted here. I think a year in a couple days.

So over the past year, my dreams have been about flying, murder basements, stairwells that never seemed to end, northern lights, empty pirate ships, space explosions, aliens, drowning in water, teeth falling out, sewers, and more teeth falling out. Of course, half of those are from stress and such. But the alien ones keep getting worse.

The alien dreams all start out the same way. I stand up and look over the mini lake behind my backyard and in the distance, I see little northern lights in the sky. The colours range anywhere from bright greens to blues and reds. In these lights, there's always these small circular lights; one is red, one is blue, other one is yellow, and a big one in the middle is white. They're all laid out like this:


As these lights get closer and closer, I realize it's aliens so I get everyone in the house to come together and we get everything we need to run or hide. So we get blankets, jackets, sweaters, whatever food we can take with us, water, bandaids, shit, etc... and then our home gets ripped apart.

That's the intro that always happens. Now there are only three dreams I can somewhat remember but there have been a couple more. In the first one, there was a large circular ball of broken glass shards spinning in front of my house. These alien creatures were guarding and and checking around the front door of my house, breaking the windows, etc. I was stupid enough to walk to the front door and something these guys had paralyzed me and my body turned in something like this:

But on the ground - lol at mammoth. That's where it ended.

Second one I remember's super simple. We just got in the car and left but I was driving and no one was listening to me when I knew what to do and where to go. Next day, I had actually planned out on what to do if something like this happened in "real" life.

In this last one, I picked up my family and we flew up into some ship but I fell down and was about to get eated by these alien doods but my bro had superman powers and got me (fuckinweirdshietm8)

My dreams are ridiculous but because they all have the same intro, I'm a little wtf'd and wondering what the reason behind it might be.

Oh, and I also dreamt about flying rocks and nets and weird but gorgeous places sometime this past year.

01-03-2012 -- [Bladder infection, only a nap on the third, and constantly waking on the 4th. Mostly very odd fragments, and stuff that is all over the place.]

I think this was a long, involved dream that I mostly can't remember. It felt like a cross between Harry Potter (for the characters), Game of Thrones (for the type and feel of the human evil and sense of betrayal throughout) and perhaps a hint of Wheel of Time for a Dark One-like sense of all-pervading evil in the background.

Almost all of the Malfoys and their relatives have gone on a complete killing spree, viciously murdering all over the place, except Narcissa, who has decided it is all a bit much, and she can't do this anymore. She decides to approach me (Harry Potter) and team with me to try and stop her relatives, while hiding that she has changed sides, so she doesn't get killed, herself.

There's a lot here, but I can't remember most of it. Eventually, we're bringing a battle to fruition in an area with a small hill between us an the enemy. We're sending some sort of combination of robot and golem to attack the enemy on the other side of the hill, and it lands on him, crushing him, as we move on to a major confrontation.

Soon Narcissa is standing next to her sister on a tennis court, along with me and what looks like Wolverine. She is pointing to many of her servants who are playing tennis, and commenting on how they all are in such good shape, and have the bodies of gods and goddesses, before telling her sister we are all going down, but she is going to start with the others that Narcissa has fallen for. She suddenly produces Wolverine-style claws from her own hands, and dices Wolverine up, blood, bits of body, and limbs splattering everywhere, very vividly, before turning to me, as Narcissa screams in horror. [Being that it is Wolverine, he might manage to heal, but in the dream I didn't think of that. We were both convinced we'd lost a partner and were probably going down.]

---

01-04-2013 -- First dream of night, really short, limited and fragmented: Playing Runescape, and everything is blending together. I am hunting lots of little blue implings, moving marmasaw plants, perhaps penguins, and all kinds of other stuff, all at the same time. just wandering around, grabbing things at the same time.

---

01-04-2013 -- More hunting bits as noted above, except I am now making grabs for tiny red, green and blue implings which seem to add to the stats of my red, green, and blue crewmen on the player owned ports minigame. I'm really trying to advance these characters, even while also getting involved in some of of dating situation (being set up on dates or something) which Melody has started.

Somehow I end up going out to some kind of church event (Church of the Nazarene setting, Pine Castle Methodist people?) that leads into a bit of super hero stuff. We're urging everybody to show up for some sort of meeting or revelation of something, where Superman will provide the answer we need. (Answer to what, I don't know.) I am Clark / Superman, dressed up as Clark right now, and we're gathering people around the Euclid overpass.

There turn out to be a ton more people than we expect, so many that they can't be counted, and they fill up all space as far as we can see. Far more than we expected. There is nowhere for me to duck into to change into Superman without being seen, so I more or less accept that I am going to have to reveal myself in front of everybody. I'm just beginning to undo my shirt to reveal the costume underneath, when something happens and everybody starts to disperse again, satisfied with what has occurred, so I start to button my shirt again.

Soon I am Spider-Man (not in costume) and Superman is traveling with me, as I am arriving back home at the Hickory house. The oldest kid from Home Improvement is there (Zachery Ty Bryan), and he's a bit of a punk, and is threatening us and saying he killed my sister. He is also making some very odd comment that goes nowhere, that the command staff of the Starship Enterprise has been replaced with doubles.

Superman, flying in with his x-ray vision, identifies a recently buried body in the ground at either Vinnie's house or Robby's, so it seems the kid was serious. Kind of ticks us off. We head inside the house, and it turns out we are kind of babysitting the kid, watching over him and trying to keep him out of trouble. This is difficult because he has somehow gained some of our powers. (We have them, too, he hasn't taken them from us, he has just gained them, as well.) Thankfully he seems more interested in pranking his younger brothers than using his powers for more major evil.

He is 'writing' on his brothers' shirt with water, then putting flour on it to write mean slogans in white. He is doing the same for his own shirt, but using it to add a number like a sports jersey. But of course, being in flour, it's making a bit of a mess. There is an attractive young lady who wants to take over his care, but we tell her we really think we're better suited to handle him, though we can't tell her why. ("Yeah, he's developed super powers, so we need to use our super powers to keep him under control." That'll go over well.) Just weird.

---

01-04-2013 -- Making a delivery somewhere down toward Fort Lauderdale, and have already dropped off the package. I'm thinking to myself 'wouldn't it be neat to run into Amy F. while I was down here?' and sure enough, as I glance into the open door of an apartment, there she is. It seems they are still moving stuff in to the new place. I try to say hello and make conversation, but she just glances at me, then ignores me.

I don't really know what is up, but I wonder if maybe she just doesn't recognize me, even though my picture is on my Facebook account, which is where I now know her from. [An acquaintance from high school who recently moved to Florida, and who I do now know from Facebook.] But anyway, she doesn't seem to want to acknowledge me, so I just turn around to leave.

I try to walk back to my car, but oddly enough, I just can't find it. I am walking up and down rows of apartments, looking at the cars out front, but I just can't seem to find mine. Suddenly I stop and ask myself what car am I looking for? Was I driving the purple car? No. Red? I come up with a sort of off-white not-quite-beige four door sedan that doesn't really match any car I have ever driven, and start looking again, at least now knowing what it is I am looking for.

Somehow mom is there for a minute or two, and I visit with her. Then I pass back by Amy's apartment again. This time her guy is there, and decides to talk to me for a few minutes. He seems friendly, and we have no problems or anything. Oddly enough, Keffer and Tucker are there (my past landlord's Bijons) and he has opened the pet gate to bring stuff through, and is surprised when the dogs go running off through it. But he says he'll get them, and goes running after them.

I can hear him calling for them, and getting more and more frantic, so I follow him out. The dogs are running all over the place, and paying him no mind whatsoever, but when I start calling to them a couple of times they come running up to me, and I get them back inside the dog gate again. Never do see any sign of my car, though.

12-29-2012 -- Earliest parts are very sketchy, and seem very interesting. There is something about time travel and chase situations, with at least some of the cast from NCIS. Can't remember any details about anybody specific, except that we end up at a shopping mall, where FBI Agent Fornell is trailing an attractive blonde woman, before she wanders off on him. I am with him, and comment that as long as he is here, he ought to stop off at a steak restaurant at the mall and have a meal. The place is perhaps a blend between Ruth's Chris and The Hops. I tell him something like "That steak is so good, you'll feel it's worth the instant coronary!" He refuses, and angrily drives off.

I head into the mall, and start browsing around. It is one of the big ones that I used to always dream about, like Westminster or South Coast Plaza, and mostly I am just browsing around, but I spot a candy store, and I really find myself in a mood for some large jaw breakers. I soon find a candy store, but at first glance it doesn't look like they have any jaw breakers. But then I spot some special equipment, and it seems like they actually make the jaw breakers to order.

The person has just finished making some for somebody else, and I indicate my interest. They urge me out a door on the other side of the storefront, when I really want to use the one right next to me, because I am lazy, but I do what I have to. I remember what I've seen on the internet a few months ago (I really did look up how jaw breakers are made) about pans of liquid that they slowly roll around in, as they build up, and I soon find myself standing in front of a sort of pan with several large tubes above it. You select the flavors you want, and they pour them in, so you get the different flavored layers.

They allow you to choose four flavors, and I want orange in the center, blue raspberry, lime, and cherry. Problem is, they have dozens of flavor choices, and they aren't marked well, but you just have to go by color. The blue raspberry is so dark, I end up adding root beer, instead, and have to add the blue raspberry afterward, my lime, and forego the cherry. Oh well. Somehow the process is really quick, and they soon have four or five jaw breakers ready for me, about two inches around, each, with four layers of flavor, and the common white coating around the outside.

I step back into the store, to give them a chance to bag them and ring them up for me, and I go to sit down on a sort of a sofa to wait, but there is a cute girl there that I seem to know and like, and a bunch of her friends who are pushy and rude. Dale shows up, holding some sort of Superman-themed staff, and we stand next to the sofa, talking, when it starts to rise up in the air (with the immediate floor area around it) like some sort of giant elevator.

The girls are freaking out and starting to scream and yell, and Dale tries to explain something about the character of Superman, and points to a huge, curved I-Max screen that we soon find ourselves looking down on. The sofa seems to be rising to it's proper seating location to give us a good view of the movie. But the girls aren't interested. We've reached a place of about 40 feet in the air, and our 'platform' has lined up with another floor of the mall, so they belt out the door as quick as they can, leaving us all behind.

Wimps! Dal is feeling really tired, and kind of ill, and decides he is going to go home. Problem with this is that he has only partly paid for the Superman staff, and he is supposed to go back and pay the rest of it before he leaves, but he asks me to do it, instead. I take the staff, and my bag of jaw breakers, and also start to try and pick up a sort of sheet of glass. The way things change in dreams, I now have either a clear piece of glass with colored sand kind of etched into it, or a sheet of shiny black material with brilliant colors streaked on it in a design I made on the machine (the one that originally made jaw breakers?) that is now very fragile art work.

I make my way back down to the main floor of the mall, where I find Dale's Superman store, except moment by moment it is turning into a Star Wars store, instead. The staff is becoming one like the Sand People on Tatooine carried, and the decor is shifting before my eyes. I find myself facing an older salesperson who looks like a cross between KFC's the Colonel, and my Jr High guidance counsellor, Mr. Cravens.

He understands that I am trying to finish paying for the staff, but he doesn't know the proper amounts, so he says I am going to have to wait for one of the others to help out. She eventually comes up, and I think she tells me that he still owes $500 on the thing, and I say I thought it was $100. She says that's what she said, $100. I start scrabbling through my pockets and count out maybe $200 in twenties, and can't find any more. I just don't have $500 ... wait a minute, she said $100. I have that right here! I hand over the money, and she hands me the rest of Dale's purchase, a very shiny, solid silver model of R2D2, just about 6 inches tall. I don't know how he's affording this very nice piece!

10/31/2012

1st Dream
Non Lucid
This is probably the worst dream I have ever recorded. For some reason in this dream I killed my cousin and his new wife because I thought they were evil or something. It turns out my brother had set them up and he was the evil one. There was a long, drawn out horror story like battle with him. He hurts my mom really badly. The dream ends with my dad coming into the room and helping me carry her to the hospital. Pretty shitty dream overall.

2nd Dream
This dream was a Superman themed lucid. I was in some high school and I had to save a guy from falling off of a high dive to his death. This was made difficult because there were a lot of people watching this swim meet or whatever it was and I didn't want them to know my secret identity. I used some flying and telekinesis to save him and burned a hole in the wall with laser vision to escape detection.

3rd Dream
Non Lucid
In this dream I was in some sort of science center on a school field trip. We were supposed to watch a movie but me and my buddy Trevor ended it missing it because instead of filling every seat they made people sit in every other seat and there wasn't enough room for us. So we went out and goofed around in the science center for a while. The teacher found out we missed the movie and got really shitty with us even though it wasn't our fault. Somehow the dream shifts to my grandmas house. I guess the teacher called her and she started giving me shit too. She then kicked over some sort of portable toilet and spilled piss all over the basement floor. Not sure what the hell this whole dream was about. Very surreal

This means normal dream
This means lucid dream
This means I'm loosing my lucidity
This means non-dream notes
-----

Okay, so it started out as me walking into the house, (my grandma's actually), and my mom was sitting on the loveseat talking to my boyfriend on videochat on my old phone. While I didn't think it odd that my mom was there though she no longer lives with me, or that my phone doesn't have a video camera or internet, or that my BF would be conversing with my mom at all, I accepted it. I was in my swimsuit and it was a bright summer outside as my sisters played in our nonexistant pool. My hair was fluffy though, and longer than it is in real life, so I must not have been swimming. Anyway my mom hands the phone to me and my BF and I start to talk like we do any other day, me playing around with the camera angles and making myself look upside down.

Then, my Bf's sister and her two little kids interrupted our conversation by barging in and the littlest kid blowing a party streamer in my bf's face. He looked annoyed and proceeded to chase his sister out of the room, leaving the two kids. I looked around awkwardly, suddenly realizing that I was in his room and not at my house. His laptop was still sitting on his desk (very odd, he NEVER uses a desk) and the skype window was open, but I was not there. His room was largely devoid furiture, with blue walls, white trim and light hardwood floors. There was the desk, a closet and an air mattress. Thinking back, it seems to resemble a cross between my sister's old room and my dad's new room, only cross sectioned into a new home. Looking down, I was still alone with my Bf's wide-eyed niece and nephew. So, I decided to play with them like I do most kids of their age, I pretended to be a dog. They enjoyed seeing me barking and walking on all fours, play bowing for them to throw balls for me that I brought back by nudging with my knuckles, unwilling to put anything in my mouth touched by a toddler. When my BF and his sister returned they seemed unconcerned by my presence. I stood up and when I looked to the web camera on the open laptop I was transparent and outlined by a black dotted line. Then, my color started to fill in and everyone else started to acknowledge me.

---
new dream
---

I do not remember how I got there or why, but me and my boyfriend were apparently in the wedding ceremony for some friend or relative of one of our families. The groom was wearing a superman costume and the wife, a tan indian woman, was in a muddy wedding gown. The entire wedding ceremony was on a large staircase and it was not bad by superman standards.

My bf pulled me aside and started to yell at me, I yelled at him back and we were just plain mad for some reason. I told him that he couldn't be mad at me because I loved him and I had even had a dream about him just an hour ago (a reference to my dream previous). He said something along the lines of "well, you sure as hell weren't fucking me in that dream. now were you?" and we both bitterly continued to be our parts in the ceremony.
----

it is to my conclusion that the last dream is my fear of ever getting to the point of marring my boyfriend because I am asexual and he is heterosexual. I could never give him what he needs, no matter how much I love him.

09.30.2012

Gift and Aunt from New York (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, probably busy reading something, and then I hear a doorbell. I only have a my white underwear on, but I still take a peek through the hole on the door to see who it is. I didn't see anyone there, but as soon as I looked down, I saw a small Black boy wearing a Black shirt and gray shorts.

I quickly try to find some clothes to wear, since it would be awkward being half naked in front of some kid, so I grab the nearest clothes, but I can't remember what I wore exactly, maybe a dark colored shirt and dark blue jeans. I open the door, and looked down at the little boy and asked him what he's doing here at my apartment.

He responds with,

"My momma said to give you this."

I replied,

"Huh?"

He extends his left arm to me, and opens his hand to show a small plastic container, a really really really small one, like the size of a paperclip. The boy leaves after he gives me the small plastic Ziploc bag, and I quick opened it up to see what's inside. It was transparent, but I wanted to know what they really were by zooming my vision on them more.

This looks an awful lot like the spare nibs and nib holder in waking life that's in a small bag.

However, for this dream, the metal holder that would've been the nib holder to take nibs out of drawing tablet pens serves as some kind of scratcher. To scratch what exactly is what boggled me, and from this point, I can't recall what happened next other than a dream shift.

I'm not looking at things above me, as if I'm lying down on the floor outside of an environment similar to my apartment. I'm still wondering who is the mother of the little boy who gave me the small gift. Then I see a blonde guy come downstairs to go somewhere, the stairs are similar to my apartment. A dark blue or black layered railing on the sides, and gray colored steps.

It looked like it just rained, because the skies were dark gray.

He was wearing a light gray shirt, and dark khaki/butterscotch shorts (the baggy ones with a lot of pockets). He's really skinny, and his visage, he looks like he could be British. He meets this lady that's not too far from where he went downstairs at the time, oh, and he looks like he could be 19 or in his early 20s

As I'm still in this awkward position of being able to see people from bottom to up, still feeling as if I'm lying down on the surface, I noticed that the lady talking to the same blonde guy looks familiar to me. I take a closer look at her, and she looks exactly like a lady I know from New York.

Let's nickname her "Gl."

Gl was fairly obese, she had quite a belly, and she looked pretty much in the same condition as she was the last time I met her in New York a few months ago. She's dark-skinned, and has her hair cut off, but she isn't bald at all. Think of the hairstyle corp cadets males would have to get...the buzzed off haircut, except for Gl, she didn't have it cut that far.

She's surprisingly able to talk to his boy fairly well, because in waking life, she had some kind of mental problem with communication, and would end up repeating some things over and over again. She's gotten way better the last time I saw her, and while she's talking to this boy, she's really exhibiting fluent language.

I shift my focus on her, since she seems to be the only interesting person at the time in this gloomy environment that looks like it had rained before. (Funny, the environment is just like this in waking life as well).

Gl is asking the boy some simple questions like,

"What are you currently majoring in?"

The boy responds,

"Parapsychology." (or something like that)

She then finds a way to extends the conversation more by asking more general questions, and there's one question where the boy is a bit shy and worried of answering properly. I believe it could've been a question on why he wanted to do the major in the first place.

As I'm still lying down around the grass near my apartment looking at them, I can't remember what happens next.

_________________________

09.30.2012

Let's See Who'll Die + Girl in Asuka's Red Outfit (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Someone is pointing a gun behind my back, and I'm forced to comply to whatever they want me to do. I raise my arms up to show that I don't plan on doing any kind of suspicious acts of bravery. They guide me to an area up a ladder where there are a few people inside already.

When I reach to that area, I noticed some person sitting down at some kind of dark gray crate I believe. I looked around the room before paying too much attention to him, and the walls are all covered in turquoise. I have a lot of feelings piling up, and I get worried on why I'm lined up horizontally with people and perpendicular from the guy sitting in front of us.

It's hard to make out his visage, pretty blurry. Apparently, we're lined up so he can pick which set of people can die, while the rest are able to live.

Crap.

He starts moving his fingers quickly doing a "test" run on who could be killed, that heartless bastard.....

He eventually points at me during the process, and then a few others to the left of me I believe, which means the ones on the right are considered "alive" for now. The guy doesn't do anything at all, and by this point, there's another dream shift because I cannot recall what happened next.

It seems a girl in a red latex suit, or a suit that looks similar to Asuka's from Neon Genesis Evangelion, is escaping from the same environment I was in, but not, I'm spectating what she's going through.

She quickly goes down the gray ladder from the top floor, and there's some huge dude that somehow managed to either go down the ladder or come from the other side in the new floor she's in.

This girl had dark brown hair, and she kind of looked like Asuka, but some features made her look different. One, I believe she had a few freckles on each of her cheeks, and her face was a little bit more defined than the simple pointy chin structure of Asuka's.

She gets a light gray metal chain, and wraps it around the big fat guy's neck coming after her. She tries to choke him manually by going behind him and pulling the chain with all her might to hopefully choke the man.

However, something ends up going completely wrong, instead of trying to choke him completely, she lets go to quickly make the light gray metal chain into a noose formation, and lets the guy hang there to die. Because of the man's extreme weight, there isn't any need for him to be at a high elevation and drop down to be hanged.

He starts making faces of being choked to death, and he makes quick random motions with his mouth trying to find some way to breathe, but it's pretty much futile. The man dies, and there's blood dripping down on the floor near the girl in Asuka's outfit.

For the first time in my dreams, I actually see the explicit portrayal of someone dying, and blood dripping down as well. It wasn't too bad though....but still...after getting the censored treatment of not being able to see someone dying ever since I came to this forum....it's a pretty big step...

The girl gets back to focusing on escaping, and I'm wondering if what she did to the man just now was an unconscious sublimation due to her being traumatized and over-burdened with having to stay alive....

Anyway, the girl beings to run away from the guy she just killed, and there are guards coming in her direction. She turns around to go back near the guy she killed, and more guards come her way.

She trips on the same pool of blood from the guy she just killed, and as soon as she got up, the guards were already close to her....she's pretty much caught, no way out. Of course, she tries to struggle her way out, making grunting sounds as well, but to no avail.

She's brought back to the top floor, but it seems this same floor had another floor above it.

A floor within a floor? Floorception!!!

Superman appears out of NOWHERE, and casually walks in the opposite direction the captured girl in the red suit is going.

From this point, it seems I'm taking on the perspective of the girl in first person view, but I'm not able to control her or anything like that....maybe because she's still bound by the guards still.

However, Superman stops and reaches his hand out towards her so that both of them would do a bro fist.

As soon as this happens, her red suit starts glowing like crazy. It starts from her fist, to her lower arm section, and then to her elbow, and then a quick canary colored electrical surge forms around her body and disappears. Superman is already gone by this point, but now, the girl is charged up and is ready to kick some ass.


I can't remember what she did after that, but I assume she was on the start of destroying the guards behind her.

_________________________

09.30.2012

Lecture Room Study Group??? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a lecture room that looks similar to my Organic Chemistry Lecture class, except this time, the lighting is completely different. It's saturating the atmosphere with a gold color, and I'm sitting near at the top section to the left.

Still sitting alone, with the rest of the people in the dream going into their own little groups, despite the seating arrangement being one long table going horizontally. I rest my chin on my hand, and just wait to see what's going to happen next. There seems to be no professor in the room at the time, and I noticed the few people in this room are starting to flock around this one girl.

From my perspective, I could only see the back of her head. She had light brown hair, wore a maroon jacket I believe. And like birds to a feather, flock together, I get up from the seat and join the group. I go to the right side of the steps to get to the row they're in.

They don't seem to mind me being near them, and it's mostly just females here. There's one girl that looks like another Alyssa that I knew in waking life during High School, she's wearing mostly black clothing, and has her hair tied in a ponytail.

Then the girl everyone seems attracted to glances over me for a while, and then I noticed I'm sitting or standing on what would be the left side as you're looking at this screen reading this. The girl takes more glances at me, and each time she does that, I feel a shock of energy....I feel that I need to pay attention to her more, despite her just being a counterpart of the waking life version of the girl I know in my University.

Every time she looks at me, I feel as if she's just shy towards me, seeing as when I look at her, she glances over somewhere else. It feels like this is a study group of some sort.

I can't remember much after that.

09.28.2012

Scar and Paper (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wrote down two tags for this dream, but I should've written more.

The dream is associated with someone getting a scar, and then something involving white printer paper.

_________________________

09.28.2012

Crystals in Bathtub (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Somebody had a hold of some object that could form crystals contained in a white plastic bag. A group of people, maybe 2-3, wanted to steal the contents in the bag. The dream most likely resets to where I have to save him before they beat him up.

I looked at the person, and he ran away, leaving whoever is coming to get him to me now. The dream shifts to where I'm at a lower floor, somewhere, and I'm looking on the bottom of a bathtub, and I find crystals forming and hardening. They had a slight yellow hue to them, and it almost looked like brown sugar when it gets wet.

Then I have something along in the notes related to Space Pirate Sara, the blonde chick that appeared in a dream a few weeks ago, though I can't remember what she did in this dream.

_________________________

09.28.2012

Superman and his Doppelganger (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a building with purple or blue carpet flooring in most sections, and there were violet walls too I believe. It seems to be daytime in the dream, and there were large vertical windows that emitted the bright light outside.

I see Superman, and I'm not sure if he's fighting anyone, but then I see another person that looks like Superman, to some extent, that seems like he's preparing to attack the original one. Then what I have on the next tag is a thesis on a wall, and what I can recall from that is that it was more of a column with a thesis written on it rather than a wall.

The column was dark orange-red, and there was some random guy sitting next to the right of the column . His hairstyle was messed up, a bunch of curly hair, and he wore glasses with a thick, black, metal rim around it. I assume he's on the floor because of the whole deal with Superman facing his doppelganger, judging by how he shook his legs rapidly in fear.

What I have next as a tag is "Lois and Clark Kent together saying, "Mmmhmmm..."

What I can recall from that is that Superman and Lois are walking together. Lois seems to be wearing an opened mid-tone violet female dress shirt, along with a faded sky blue shirt underneath it. She also seemed to have been wearing a light gray skirt.

They're both looking down at something, and I assume it's just me looking at them in first person view, and they said in unison,

"Mhmmmmmmmmmm....."

Okay, today, before I typed this dreams up and had them in bite-sized tags, which I should definitely extend more than just 2-3 tags, the dream above with the Superman and the Thesis on the wall, I noticed that today in History discussion, we talked about the guidelines for our Thomas Paine Essay. Our TA mentioned something about the thesis, which was a pretty obvious thing to start with so the graders don't get confused on the purpose of the essay...just wanted to point that out.