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A Hippy Friend

I was with a hippy friend of mine. She used to talk to me sometimes. She was with her boyfriend and I was jealous.

They got in a small pick-up truck. I started to get in also, but for some reason, I could only get on the rear bumper and hang on. I was afraid of falling off as we went down the road.

A tire was in the bed of the truck. The girl (I) gave it a small push and it rolled out of the truck, which was bad for me for some reason, somehow though, it rolled back in the truck.

I ended up in a room with her, and her boyfriend wasn't there. She left the room.

I wanted to take her, so I thought I might be dreaming. I had a hard time finding my hands, but I kept looking. Finally I found my hand and counted. As usual, I started out with what seemed to be five fingers, but then there were several.

Realizing I was dreaming, I took off my underwear. It got caught up around my feet. I spent my time trying to get it off from around my feet. She never came back in before I woke up.

My alarm woke me up.

I went back to bed and thought about the girl. I was lucid right away, and did a hand RC (my favorite). Then my alarm went off again.

My alarm goes off every five minutes. I keep saying I'll change that. I'm going to mark this as two lucids...even though they sucked.

I've had a total of about 4 that ended right when they started. I'm going to break those out of my total so I can know how many times I've successfully become lucid, and how many times I had any kind of a dream to speak of at all. I consider it a success to re-enter a lucid. It just sucks the way it happens sometimes.

Dream - Lucid

I was standing in my closet, looking through some clothes, when I came across a pair of black panties hung up. Hmm...odd. I don't have any hanging panties. I decided to test to see if I was dreaming, and thought to myself "I'll find another pair of black panties in here." Lo and behold, the next thing I came to was another hung up pair of black panties that looked slightly different from the ones I first found. I'm dreaming!

I decided to keep on making panties appear, just to test my abilities. It kept on working, over and over, and each pair was black, but a different style. Some had bras hung with them.

I then turned and looked in my full-length mirror. I was wearing a white bra. I decided to see if I could make the black underwear appear on my body. I concentrated, but all that happened was my bra turned pink. Close enough for now.

I walked around doing other things in the house for a bit, but nothing exciting. I was mostly trying to hold my focus on the dream so I wouldn't lose it. At one point, I did somehow go back to the closet, and had to retest the lucidity the same way I did before by making the underwear appear.

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I had a small daughter, probably only about 1 or 2 years old. I protected her from something, though I don't remember what.

Also, I think in the same dream, I dreamed I was watching this couple, a black man and an Asian woman, who were about to get married, and their friends booked the church for a wedding on the same day at the same time. It was some big to-do, and people got mad, kind of like you would see in a romantic comedy. At the end of the dream, I saw the black man and Asian woman again, but they were sort of disguised. They were at the church trying to do something about the double-booking.

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I was in London, working at a department store with some people that came with me, I remember one for sure being a guy. We had literally just gotten hired on that day. I was wearing a purple polo that reminded me of a purple version of my old Subway shirt with my clothing underneath, which happened to be a plain red shirt I had some years ago IWL. We also had these mini microphones clipped onto our shirts.

I walked out, and there were these long counters where people would check out, kind of like the one I saw in my dream two nights ago. In fact, I made that connection during the dream last night, thinking I had just dreamed about the counters. There were many women, mostly small Asian women, manning the registers and checking customers out. The environment seemed very bland, everything being shades of white.

I then was in the back with I think the guy who came with me. We were chatting and laughing, just having a good time. Our microphones kept on cutting in though, and the whole store would hear some of what we said and some of our laughter. I kept trying to stop it, but I was having a lot of fun, so I didn't worry a whole lot, though I knew we'd probably get in trouble.

Which we did. Some guy, I guess our manager, came by and said
"No talking!!! You're going to get fired."
Shit. Well I guess we better shut up then.
We were then behind the counter again, and everyone was working in silence. The "no talking" rule was very strict. It was just so...boring! And way too strict. I asked someone if we really weren't allowed to talk to each other, and they said yes, so I said
"Well, I'm out of here then!"
I walked out from behind the counter, quitting my job and feeling absolutely no remorse over it. I went to take off the purple polo, and ended up taking off both that and my red shirt as well. I also didn't seem to be wearing a bra, so I was completely topless.

And for some reason, I didn't really care. Whatever!

I walked back through the door to behind the counter, I guess to get my things or something, and barely covered up my breasts with my arms; you could definitely still see nipples. I was not taking that much care to hide them. I yelled
"I'm topless!" to warn people that there was a topless woman coming through.
The guy I was with said something to me about it all, sounding concerned that I had quit and was now walking around topless, and I just shrugged it off I think. I actually felt really good about myself during the quitting and walking around topless.

I did have a thought that I'd get in trouble for some kind of public indecency thing, but I never did.

*I haven't been typing my dreams online lately but I have written them down. So I am about to go on a typing spree to catch up on posting them.*

It started with me in a theater and a new batman movie was coming out. We got the tickets and went into the theater and after the movie started I don't remember what happened but it transitioned to me in the bat-cave as batman.

I rush to a scene and scale a huge skyscraper, and there were cops at the top. Cat women I noticed, was also climbing the building and when I got to the top I fought some bad guys and then the cops started coming for me. They pointed their guns at me and I jumped behind an air-conditioning unit and searched around the roof for an exit. I jumped off the ac unit, ran toward cover, and jumped off the roof.

I don't quite remember the transition to the bat cave, but when I got there, I undressed from the Bat-suit and I was in my underwear! I thought I would have some pants on under this suit. As I walked toward my room to get some clothes, I heard cat woman walk into the cave. I hurried back to get dressed and then walked back out in a suit, looking like Bruce Wayne. The next thing we did, was go invade the villains base. We had to invade a base in an extremely tall tree with a dome-like building near the top of it. We fought some bad guys, saved the world, and then said some corny one-liners before the scene changed to me in the theater watching the ending credits!

Another scene of my head movie that night involved me fighting some 7' tall mafia dude for sport. I won and he complimented me over my skill and strength.

Pretty fun dream.

It was a romp through plain insanity this morning!

First I dreamed that I was in my old room back home listening to the radio and cleaning up. There was nothing good on the radio, so I turned it off. Then I started searching dresser drawers for this certain pair of underwear that I really wanted to wear the next day. They were a pair white bikini undies, brand-new and I couldn't find them. Finally after searching several different places, I found them just under the bed as if they had fallen there. I was happy. About that time I was hoping for some private time, but my mom came to the door. She was looking for a dress slip that nurses wore under their skirts. I had seen something like that in one of the dresser drawers, so I grabbed it and handed it to her through the door. It looked worn out and used by someone else, and I couldn't figure why she didn't buy a new one. When I went to close the door, a cat on the other side with my mom stuck it's paw through. My mom yelled for me not to close the door, that I might hurt the cat. I was getting frustrated because one thing or another kept distracting me. Finally I got the cat out of my room and then my mom wanted to talk. Oh boy. That's where part 1 ended.

Dream part 2 consists of me driving a white van on the interstate with a bunch of other vehicles, like in a convoy. I have no idea where we were going, but in the dream I knew what I was doing. I drove on an over pass and continued to a strange junction with a lot of lanes. I took the one I was supposed to, but it went into a tunnel and the tunnel led to - the inside of an apartment building! It was a new apartment building and construction was not finished. I was driving the van down a hallway and everyone else was still following!! Suddenly I noticed a lot of debris up ahead and it looked like a hole. I slammed on the van's brakes and slid to a stop right at the edge. It was awful. The debris had partially covered a gigantic, dark pit I couldn't see the bottom of. I had just nearly driven all of us into it, but stopped in the nick of time. I got out and looked at where we were. It was ridiculous. We were in a wallpapered hallway with lights and everything. A huge white van was sitting right in the middle, smack on top of the debris pile with the front tires on the edge of the pit. I had stopped so fast, one tire was flat. I was talking with the other people, and we agreed that we should just go downstairs and leave the vehicles where they were. Wow.

Last night, I tried out a new app called Lucid Dream Brainwave for iPad. My dream recall seems to be going in reverse, so I wanted to see if it would help any. I had it playing all night and saw no improvement whatsoever. This morning all I remember are fragments of one dream.

I'm at the airport with my mother and two of my brothers. We've just arrived from somewhere and are on our way to our car. As we're leaving the terminal, I stop to hold the door open for everyone, including two or three women who are behind us. One of my brothers yells for me to "hurry up", since I'm falling behind and I have the keys. I explain to him what I was doing, then we continue on to the car. My brothers aren't sure which car it is, so I take out the keys and use a button to open the trunk. They proceed to put their suitcases in the trunk then get in. I take my mom's suitcase to put it in the trunk and comment to her how light it is. She responds by saying she just packed enough for an overnight trip.

Later, I'm walking down a side walk to a large, really long table. Some kind of contest on going to go on there and the participants are finding seats. I'm dressed in nothing but shorts and a shirt and carrying some kind of curved stick. It's what I will need for the contest and all the participants have them. I notice some of the participants are guys that I work with at my job. I walk along the table looking for an empty seat. But since the seats are so close together, I'm trying to find one that still has vacant seats on either side of it. I finally find one and prop my stick against it to save my place. Looking at the way some of the other participants are dressed, I decide that should have also worn underwear and a pair of flip-flops.

Next I am walking up to a table where my mom is sitting and getting ready to eat dinner. I'm carrying a towel, some shorts and a pair of underwear wrapped up in the shorts. I alos have on a pair of flip-flops now. There is a woman standing at the table next to where my mom is sitting and she is stirring something white in a small pot of hot water that is sitting on the table. I ask my mom what it is and she tells me it's underwear and she's having it washed so they will be clean. She also tells me it's for Jasmine, who is one of her grandchildren in the waking world. I stand there and consider doing the same thing to the underwear I have, since I'm not sure if they're dirty or not. I decide not to (they look clean) and sit down.
Then two more peole join us at the table; a woman and a young girl. We greet them and my mom looks at the girl and says, "What a perfect little person." I turn and look at the girl to see what she looks like. She has long straight black hair, dark skin and braces. She smiles at my mom.

That's all I remember.

I was with a female companion. She was wearing very tight underwear and I could see the undulation underneath it. I kissed it.

She asked me to carry her, so I picked her up upside-down. It was reasonable in my dream. Her leg were apart and it was
right there in my face. I held my head up and looked away so someone wouldn't think I was happy about what was unfolding.

Once I was clear of danger, I kissed her again. I felt the warmth and the wetness.

I had other dreams and I worked to remember them, but I eventually forgot them.

15.01.2011

Strange town (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

i had come to a strange town in a bus with people I know from RL. The bus was the one I use to go to the University. I was a girl I know in real life. In the town there was a forbidden building where I entered and had to leave for some reason. In the town everyone could go around in their underwear if they wanted [long memory blank] Some guy asked me if I knew who he was and told me to go to the forbidden place to find out what was in there. Once in the building I had to go get dressed (I was also in my underwear) and to the bathroom. So I exited the building from a low window and went around it to the parking lot.

Notes: I think I had another dream today and recorded it in a false awakening.

I am on my computer when my bro comes with his friends and wants to play on the PC. I really don't feel like letting them so I don't let them.
He asks me about some codes through some kind of chat window in my PC. I say I don't know about any hacks. He responses: ">:I"

He tells me to try the game(s) myself (now talking to me directly in the room), so I do. It seems there was 3 games, all being of same game series.

In the game, some kind of shadow entity is trying to control some fleeing guy (that being my game character). There comes a pop-up with options "Give in" and "Resist/flee/run (something something)". I choose 2nd option. This is all I remember from the first two games. I don't think I played third.

The next moment, I am laying on my bed, shivering from fear, as I am listening to my surroundings. I fear that some zombie might come through the door.
I hear a knocking.

"Who is there?" I ask. No answer. I close my eyes as if I would know that I am going to die in seconds.
*Time warp of randomness or whatever, somewhere else anyway!*


I am a Spider-Man launching my web to nearby roof to get on top of it. I get on the building and head in to dark room, changing my clothes to normal from the suit. I head down. I am in a hurry, I suppose I am late of school, as the place was supposed to be a school building. I bump to some older lady and we both fall to floor. We seem to mix up the socks we were carrying, as her were not as dark red as mine was.

I apologise and give her her socks and run. "You can't go yet" she says, as she needs some help getting some something black out of some kind of food. "I'll come back in a bit" I say and run. (I was in my Spider-Man costume for a moment for some reason.)

I go upstairs to get my underwear I had forgotten over there when I changed my costume. My bro(Not sure if he was there) and my bro's friend(not in RL for sure) walk past and bro's friend goes "tsk tsk tsk" at me, while I'm holding my underwear in my hand. Which were pretty huge, so to say. I just tell to him that I forgot them over there. I head down the stairs which are extremely bad made. Some other fellow complained about the stairs as well.

I find my bro in some room with some guy who is roped to chair. It appears that my bro had roped the guy and made him eat something. There was a police outside the room(I was outside the room too) and he was holding some kind of list with 4 different things, first was about making the guy eat some food, other I didn't see. Police guy is wondering what to do. My brother says: "I think the first part of that list covers it all up" just smiling there. I was shocked.

Police guy leaves and I see someone from my school I know and other fellow eat pizza, there being 3rd pizza next to them but it being full of black circle things, looking pretty un-eatable. My bro shows some piece of paper to his friends that he is going to get to jail for 1 day. Suddenly I say "Wait a moment, This is a dream"BAM.

I wake up.

Comments:

I am not sure if I really did become aware that I was dreaming, as I woke up instantly after saying that.

Good morning. This dream is kind of weird. I think it's also just a fragment.

I was in a busy mall full of people. The mall had a lot of very narrow corridors, rather than a few wide corridors. The storefronts may have been small and packed with items like tall posters or stands made to look like anime charcters. The place was extremely packed with people.

I knew this was a "fetish mall," a mall filled only with stores catering to people's various fetishes. I had been here before (possibly in the first part of this dream, which I may have forgotten).

An attractive, young woman poked her head out of one of the storefronts. She was pale, with long, brown hair, a blue or green t-shirt, and blue jeans.

She asked me some question about the store she was about to go into, something about whether the fetish comics in the store were appropriate for women as well as men. I told her that it was fine if she wanted to read them. She nodded and popped her head back into the store.

I continued walking through the crowds of people. I wondered either why a woman would want to read fetish comics made for men or why a woman would ask permission to do so, especially permission from some person she didn't even know, like me.

I turned left, into another fetish store. The inside of this store was huge. It seemed like a big bookstore, but it had other stuff in it. I think it actually may have looked like a cross between a bookstore and a dollar store.

I didn't look around very much. This place wasn't as crowded as the corridor had been, but it was still very busy. Plus, I felt like I was going somewhere with purpose. I felt like my feet were walking, almost gliding, toward a certain place on their own. But I also felt like I knew where I was going, like I'd been there before.

I felt like one of the higher ups at my old job, a woman who in waking life had been extremely supportive of me, was following me. I then felt like a lot of people were following me, mostly people I'd known from work.

I walked down a staircase that had a sign above it. The sign was white with red capital letters. It listed the items being sold below.

I was downstairs. It looked like a department store, a cheap department store. There were some displays showing bed sets, some displays showing living room sets, and some displays showing toilets. Sometimes all the stuff was mixed together.

A woman off to my right caught my attention. She was maybe in her late 50s or early 60s. She had red hair, tanned skin, and thin eyes. She wore a blue dress. Her hair was arranged a little weird, almost shoulder length, but permed out to one side, so she looked lopsided.

The woman directed me into an area full of lingerie. She intended for me to try on certain items. I wondered if that would be alright. After all, would they really want a guy touching that stuff, especially if he didn't intend to buy it?

The area the woman led me into was a big, red room. There was nothing, or very little, in the room. There were dressing rooms along the right wall.

We walked past a table of black and red underwear. They looked kind of satiny and lacy. A sign over them said "2 for $5." I thought maybe I should buy a pair of these right now to wear while I was trying on this other stuff the older woman had for me. That seemed polite to me somehow. But I decided instead to wear my own boxer briefs while I tried stuff on. But I felt bad about that, as if it were rude of me.

The woman stood me in front of a dressing room. She began showing me different articles of underwear. She went into great detail on their design, showing all kinds of things like stitching. But I really wasn't interested in this. The more I looked at the panties, the more they somehow looked to be made out of the same fabric as basketball jerseys.

The woman now showed me a pair of panties that she said were made with padding. I couldn't figure out why they'd need padding -- maybe to give women a better shape? I looked at them. They looked like a mix between underwear and diapers.

The woman told me to feel the padding. So I did. It looked like the inside of a diaper. But it felt like bags of sand, like the tiny sand bags in weight-exercise bracelets.

I looked at the underwear again. They looked like a mix between Ace Bandages and diapers. The price was written in pencil on the bottom: $19.50. I thought, That's a bit much, for something I'm never actually going to wear.

The woman said, "This pair is the first thing I'd like you to try on." She motioned me into a dressing room stall.

The stall was barely large enough to fit me. It was dimly lit. I was mostly undressed, except my underwear. I thought I'd keep them on. But now I had nothing on. I was holding the diaper-thing in my hand. I was looking for all my clothes.

Now I had nothing at all. I was trying to figure where I'd put everything. Now I realized I'd actually thrown everything over the dividing-wall between stalls. The dividing-wall was just above my head. I reached over to discover the other stall packed with clothes, all the way to the top of the divider.

I kept reaching over the divider, trying to find my clothes. I even tried to find the diaper-thing figuring that that article of clothing was almost mine anyway, and that it was better than nothing. But I kept pulling up completely unknown articles of clothing. All this time, the changing stall may have gotten smaller and smaller.

I'm walking around with some friends. They're old friends of mine, one of them is actually dead. They're all being really obnoxious and we're all laughing. We keep going into stores and just running around and making loud noises.

I leave them to go to what I think is my house. There is a feeling of impending doom as I walk through this very strange cookie-cutter neighborhood. Boots comes walking towards me. He's going on and on about, what I think is his upcoming trip to Greece. Then he starts saying things like, "google garble gluck gar gar grrr god damn god damn gluck google, gratch." Which honestly, isn't something he would only do in one of my dreams. I started laughing, he smiled and then we parted ways.

A girl ran out and greeted me. I don't know her, but I pretended like I did. She told me that I was crazy to be walking around without a purse. I mean honestly, what was I thinking? The war of the worlds was upon us and... wait, what? Yeah, the war of the worlds, possible looming apocalypse. I had to have a purse, at least.

To my dismay, all of the girls many purses were very large pairs of womens underwear. When I say very large, I mean that they stretched from my waist to the floor and I was very uncomfortable with this. "Um," I started, trying to pick my words carefully and not be rude, "why do you have so many large pairs of underwear?"
"Oh, well they're totally stylish."
"I see," I said. I began thinking about how utterly stupid fashion trends are. I left the house without a "purse."

Somewhere around this point I began singing Kimya Dawson songs, particularly Loose Lips. I felts as though it were looping through the dream.


It made me think about being lost in San Francisco with a car full of friends looking for a show and blasting this song and all singing along. As I was walking it started going up hill and I was in San Francisco. The pavement was wet and it was dark outside.

Somehow I managed to get to the battle. I'm still very confused about what it actually was. There was a huge gigantic tower-thing-contraption, that had a huge platform on the top of it. There were people standing on it and there were millions and millions of people surrounding it for miles. There were space ships omitting red and green sparks that were smashing into each other. Everyone was panicking.

ok this was my second night of journaling, I remembered way more... so much that I'll just give a brief overview. I'm not really sure which parts were part of the same dream cause I remember waking up a few times in between.

1) Remember smoking pot with a high school friend and then him taking me to a sports club in the town I grew up in. He has organized 2 sets of twins for us to have sex with and so we do but it's not an intense experience more like just a third person experience or something with no sensation. Later I remember us having had a meal and I had to do the dishes under an outside faucet. Then we leave and go to another part of town which is in another country - could have been India. Lots of kids crowd around us and an adult throws me in the back of the head with a rock, it doesn't hurt so I just let it pass. I walk down a corridor with two of my other school friends until we get to a certain point where the one leading tells the other friend that he can't come any further. I get the feeling we're going to a room where we can get crack. (all these friends are from my drug addicted teen years). I either wake up or can't remember anymore.

2) I travel from the same sports club with the 1st friend complaining how expensive that sports club is. My Father is there and this is the place (in my dream) where he hangs out so I feel like I'm dissing him and his friends.

3) I'm at my childhood home and lots of my extended family are there, at some point they are kicking a soccer ball around in the living room. I notice some other random kid form my high school years is also there. I notice that I am in my underwear so I grab a blanket and go to my parents room to sort out some clothing issues. My father is sleeping in his room and I try not to wake him. At some point I'm in the living room and I have an argument with my aunt about ADD. She says that rittalin is a good thing and I argue telling her that ADD kids are special and that they just can't fit in a classroom situation because they were never meant to, they were meant to be great explorers and hunters and fighter pilots (I really said that)

4) At some point I notice my brother in law has the same total 90 soccer boots as me and has a matching tracksuit

Due to the fact that i haven't remembered any dreams lately i am going to reluctantly tell you my two embarrassing dream fragments. These between when i was 7 and when i was 10.

1. I am in a drawn landscape, as if drawn in crayon. I am completely nude and peeing into a lake. This ends up making me wet the bed.(this is in third person)

2. This is a few years later i am also in a drawn land scape riding my imaginary friend (it was a sort of green dinosaur with yellow polka dots and had only two legs). I was wearing only white briefs witch was confusing because i always wore boxers. I may or may not have been holding a sword in the air as if i was leading an army.(also seen in third person)