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Last nights dreams
Dream 1

I am outside with my Pigeon, I put her on the grass to see if she can fly yet but she runs off a little, I try to catch her but before I do her wing falls off , I pick her and her wing up and fix her back together. I now let her go again and she wonders around the grass, I'm still worrying about her wing and then her head falls off lol. I quickly go over to her, her body is just lying there and her head has rolled a little away from her body. I pick up her body and place it on my lap and now I pick up her head. I look at her head and then look at her neck area, her neck area has got like a plastic maze thing in it which has a little ball in it, a bit like the ball mazes you get on the top of kids bubbles, there is also a small catch that fits onto her neck that I need to attach the head to. I put her head back on and hear it click into place and she is now all better
Dream 2

I am in a house and there are a few people in here too, there are 2 main people, a man & a woman. I think the man was my partner in my dream. Anyway... I'm trying to light my fag when my lighter suddenly bursts into flames, I'm holding it in my hand and see all the flames but it's not burning me and for a minute I find this weird and wonder why the flame's aren't burning me. I throw the lighter and ask " does anyone have a light?" I get one from someone but it doesn't work so I throw it. The main man and me are now having an argument, I'm accusing him of having an affair with this woman, he denies it and packs his bags. The woman starts packing her bags as well and I say " see, I knew you two were having an affair with each other!" he shouts and then they both get into the car, wave then they leave.

02.07.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Loool, my recall was super crap. I woke up 10 minutes before the alarm started around 4:30 AM. I was sooo tired, that I was too lazy to set up the FIELD method to record the mouse holding.

Eh...at least I remembered something, no matter how small and useless it may be.

Dream 1:

I was in a line with some lady, we're not together, just waiting for something. I waited for whatever it is and I think I stay in that line because the amount of food I have isn't odd enough...

Dream 2:

Doing something.....DAMN IT I CAN'T REMEMBER

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a classroom, sitting at a desk or a table. The desks, I think, were all joined together for each row, so each row of desks was like a long table. I sat at about the middle of the classroom, and just a bit to the right of the center of the row. The room was lit with a dim, drab, greenish fluorescent light.

I was probably myself, at my age. But I was sitting among a bunch of kids in about sixth grade. Everybody around me was probably Latino.

I turned around to my left and faced the back row. Everybody in the classroom was getting ready to take a multiple choice test. I was telling everybody in the row behind me how important this test was, but how everybody would do well in the test, because everybody was really smart.

The test had now begun. I noticed that one of the kids, a boy sitting more toward the left of the center in the row behind me, was doing his test in a weird way. The boy was kind of overweight. He wore a black heavy metal t-shirt. He had his hair shaved into a style a bit wider than a mohawk.

I remarked to somebody in the row behind me -- either a woman my age or a girl the boy's age -- that the boy was answering all his multiple choice questions with only one letter -- either "c" or "d." I laughed at this, hoping to share the laugh with the woman or girl. I probably implied that only a stupid person would answer all his questions with the same letter.

But now the test was over. I realized what I'd done. After I'd given such a nice speech, telling everybody how smart they all were, I'd singled out one boy as being stupid. I may have caused that boy to lose faith in himself. And I may have made myself look like a cruel kind of idiot to everybody else.

So now, to make up for what I'd said, I started giving some weird speech to some group of kids (and an adult?) near me. It was intended for everybody to hear, especially the boy. But I was acting as if I were just saying it spontaneously, and like I didn't think the boy was going to hear it.

I basically said something about how everybody makes their own choices on a multiple choice test, and how everybody determines the choices that they make based on their bodily rhythms. So whatever patterns a person makes out of the choices on the test, those patterns are good, because they match the person's bodily rhythms.

The boy stood up from his desk. He walked toward the right side of the room, then up to the door of the classroom. I could tell he felt bad about my having made fun of him. And I could tell he thought the speech I'd given in an attempt to make him feel better only made him think I was an idiot.

I called out to the boy before he left the room. I said something to him, but I don't remember what. The boy turned around a little bit, not facing me, really, and said something to me, kind of mocking the way I'd made fun of him.

Dream #2

I was in some building. I had headed away from the first floor atrium of the building, and was now headed up a stairway. The stairway was wide and went up to a second floor or mezzanine area.

Another stairway, a bit narrower, went off to the right, from the second floor to some higher floors. This second stairway looked out onto the first floor atrium area.

As I was reaching the top of the first stairway, a guy stood at the foot of the second stairway, looking down to the atrium area and talking to a woman who stood there. The building was really quiet, even though it was really big, and the woman was the only one down there.

As I approached the staircase, I thought I'd just edge past the guy and let him keep talking. But the guy saw me, so he started walking up the staircase, in an attempt, I guess, to keep moving ahead of me. But he kept talking to the woman.

The staircase had two sides, divided by a railing. At some point, I tried to get onto the other side. But somehow the guy was blocking my way from doing that as well.

At first I kind of liked the guy. He was a white guy with pale skin, a kind of round face, a red beard, and read hair. He wore squarish, thickish eyeglasses, a cap, and a plaid, button-up shirt. He reminded me of a really nice guy I knew in New York, who now lives in Chicago.

But the more I looked at this guy, and had to listen to all the crap he was saying to the woman, the more I realized I didn't like him at all. He even seemed to be getting fatter and more annoying-looking. I wasn't going to be patient with him. If he kept blocking my way, I was just going to push past him.

But as soon as I pushed past the guy and started walking more quickly up the stairs, the guy started walking more quickly up the stairs himself, as if he had to keep up with me, or keep one step ahead of me. The whole time he was doing this, he was still trying to keep up a conversation with the girl down on the first floor.

The staircase got narrower and steeper. Also, somehow, it got twisty, like a helix. I had kept going faster and faster, to get past the guy. But he kept going faster and faster, to match me. At some point, he finally stopped talking to the woman. The guy and I were just in an all-out race.

By this point the staircase was so steep, it almost felt like it was inclining backwards. I had to hold onto the railing just to keep my balance. I didn't even know if I'd make it to the top of the staircase. For the final few steps, I had to close my eyes. The very last step was incredibly difficult.

The top of the staircase was some kind of small area, like an administrative area in a university library. I walked past the balcony that was around a staircase, then through a small hallway, then into a little kind of hallway-like alcove off to the right.

The man who had raced me to the top of the staircase was following me. We both sat down on a bench in the little alcove area. The guy sat to my right. He slumped over on his right side as we sat.

The guy started complaining to me. He was upset that I'd beaten him. (I'd only beaten him by half a step -- if that much.) But he was making it sound like I'd purposely pushed him really hard. Because I'd pushed him hard, I'd injured him somehow. So he was going to get me in trouble for injuring him.

I had stood up at this point, probably because I didn't want to listen to the guy anymore. I might have thought I was going to walk away.

But now the guy stood up in my face. He wasn't wearing a shirt. And he looked a lot different. He was clean-shaven, with a square, close-haircut and brown hair. He had a wide body, like good muscle slowly going flabby. His eyes were, at first, kind of pale blue.

The guy shouted at me that I shouldn't have pushed him so hard, because he had diabetes, and now his body was messed up in all kinds of ways.

The guy's appearance changed a little again. His irises now had a pale, reddish tint to them. I even thought to myself, Is this guy an albino?

And now, on the guy's chest, there was a tattoo. It was like a double-headed "triangle," or an abstract mountain with two peaks. But the left peak was slightly highter than the right peak. And in the body of this "triangle" was a vertical rectangle, solid black, with a wide, diagonal strip of white running across its center.

I felt bad for the guy. I didn't mean to get his diabetes all messed up. Plus -- for some reason, the guy now reminded me of a female-to-male transsexual. Something about this was turning me on, like I was attracted to the part of the man that was still female.

So I decided to be gentle with the guy. I tapped either the guy's chest or back with the back of my hand. The guy's body was still sweaty. We both sat down on the bench. I started saying something nice to the guy.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A voice saying, "Up from the depths." A view of a woman in some kind of white robes and head covering, carrying something and walking up a dark stairwell, up toward a lit doorway.

Encounter with a Woman

I was in bed with a woman next to me. She was older, but sexy. Beside her on the other side of her was someone else, likely a man.

I started rubbing her back, nervous that she wouldn't like it, or that the person on the other side of her wouldn't like it. The woman ended up rolling over me to go to the bathroom.

She was wearing a white robe. As she rolled over, we were chest to chest. I was somehow able to feel her breast as she rolled over. It was not a bear cop, but I felt it better than if it were through a terry robe in waking life.

She went to the bathroom. After a minute, I went to the bathroom. As she came out, I wanted to spend a moment with her, but there were two kids that could possible see. I started to go through the bathroom door. I looked back and now there was a small hall with another door, so that we had privacy. In other words, she could pass through her door back to the bed room, and I could pass through the bathroom door, and go to the bathroom. Until then, we were both in this hall way type room.

After a moment, I realized we wanted each other. I held her, but then she said that she couldn't do it because it would affect the rest of her life.

The End
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The Butterfly

I was kicking a football around a yard. I kicked it kind of far, then there was a soccer ball. I tried to kick it to where I had kicked the football, but it went to the left. I went to retrieve the soccer ball and found a butterfly about twice the size of a Monarch. It was black with blue and yellow spots.

I called to my cousin N. to look at it. It was alive, but not well, or it couldn't fly because of the high winds There was an ant on one wing. I didn't want the ant to destroy her wing because I wanted to make jewelry out of it like a ring I had seen in waking life.

The End.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking out on a street like in the neighborhood I lived in as a teenager. It was daytime. I was walking along one of the main roads. A lot of cars were zooming by to my left. To my right were the parking lots for shopping centers and gas stations.

There were a surprising number of people out walking on the street. I was in a hurry to get somewhere, and I was impatient with the people around me, as if they were blocking me.

A group of older, Chinese men walked up behind me. They were all speaking in Chinese. One of the men edged up really close to me and then passed me. The man's two or three friends were just about keeping pace with me. But the man himself was blasting ahead.

I thought that it would be weird of me if I let this guy pass me by so much, seeing how I'd been so annoyed at everybody I'd had to pass up just a few moments ago. So I tried to catch up with the man. But I couldn't. He'd already blasted away through some gas station and around a corner.

Now a white woman walked past me. She also passed me quite easily and headed around the corner to the right.

I was feeling pretty bad about myself. I'd thought I was a fast walker. But now people were constantly passing me.

I was now at the corner. I went straight and crossed the street, to a block with an enormous parking lot for a huge shopping center. I walked toward some small mound of lawn bordering the parking lot. I figured I'd just cross over the lawn and go into the parking lot.

But now the woman who'd passed me a couple moments ago was now crossing up and in front of me again, from the right. I thought she must have been waiting just around the corner, trying to get an idea of when I'd be passing, so she could sneak up on me and pass me again.

I was now sitting on an L-shaped couch with a couple of "friends," whom I don't recognize now. One was a woman, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She sat directly to my right. To the woman's right, possibly on the other edge of the L-shaped couch, or maybe right in the corner, sat a young boy.

The woman and the boy had a backpack between them. The backpack was apparently mine. The woman and boy were joking about some girl who was attracted to me. I wasn't really attracted to her, and my woman "friend" knew it. So she teased me a lot about how much this girl liked me.

The woman now said something about, what if she took my backpack to the girl, so she could really show the girl what I was like? My clothes were in the backpack. And, by what she'd said, the woman meant that she was going to pull my clothes out of the backpack and show them to the girl.

The woman illustrated how she was going to do this by pulling some clothes out of the backpack. But a pair of my underwear, some black boxer briefs, popped right out, before everything else. The underwear had a big glob of semen, still wet, right on the inside and front, just below the waistband.

At first the woman seemed a bit disgusted by this. Then she thought of it only as a reason to tease me even more. She made fun of my personal hygiene, for just throwing a dirty pair of underwear in my backpack. She wondered what the girl who liked me would think of that.

I was now sitting in a car, in the backseat, on the driver's side. It was daytime. My mom sat in the front seat of the car. She seemed to have her seat moved back as far as possible. I felt pretty smashed in the backseat.

But somehow I felt comfortable. I was myself, as an adult. But back here, smashed into the seat, I felt comfortable, like I was a little kid all over again.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was somewhere with a boss I worked for IWL until 2009. He might have been talking to me about coming back to work for him.

I was then in another room, maybe the next room over from where I was with my old boss. The room was kind of unfinished. The floors may have been grey concrete. The walls may have been bare drywall.

There was a beautiful woman, maybe in her late twenties, off to my left. She may have been leaning her back against a wall. Off to her right there was a window.

The woman may have been considering whether to give me a job. As part of showing the woman my qualifications, I was lifting a piece of drywall onto the wall in front of me. I was setting it into a framing of widely-spaced brackets. The brackets were like copper-colored nails with their ends bent up at 90-degree angles.

I wasn't actually, for myself, completing this task in order to get the job, even though I knew the woman was trying to determine whether she wanted me for the job. And I didn't want my old boss to think that I was going for this job. If he did think that, I believed, he'd start messing around and playing mind games with me.

I suddenly noticed, as I lifted the sheet of drywall, that I was naked. My penis was erect, and it must have been touching against the drywall, which hurt.

Now, instead of lifting a piece of drywall into the frame, I was lifting a white, drywall-sized towel into the frame. The towel was soaking wet. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to get this towel into the frame. It was supposed to go into the frame just like the drywall would.

I spent a while justifying the possibility of a limp, wet towel doing something like this. Eventually I could even see the limp wet towel in my mind's eye, acting just like a hard sheet of drywall.

Method WILD
I transition into the dream and find myself hovering about 10 feet above the ground. It's night and I'm outside. The area is a cobblestone driveway, like at a luxury hotel or house. The area is lit by a street lamp. I am hovering about the ground and slowly descending. I look down and see a girl in a red dress. She is short and has long brunette hair.

She looks up at me as if to welcome me. I say "I need your help" as I have difficulty reaching the ground. She walks to me and reaches with her hand to guide me down to the ground. I also look at my hand and rub them to stabilize. Then I say something, I'm not sure what. She says something back but I can't understand her. Her words are like a foreign language.

She gestures to a car in the driveway. It's a convertible sports car, very nice. I ask, "What is your name?" She talks more but I still can't understand her. We get in the car. I'm get in the driver's seat and she walk around to the passenger side. The dream fades out.

High School Friends
This was a longer dream, I only recall the tail end of it. I am in my bathroom from the Daisetta house where I lived during high school. I am standing near the sink, talking to two old friends from high school BS and TC. We are talking about college. I am bragging that I already finished college before I even got my high school diploma. I explained that I was going back to get another college degree and then I wanted to travel and swim with dolphins. Weird.

Couldn't get back to sleep because my mind felt too alert. I got up for about 30 minutes and then laid down again. I tossed and turned for a while, I don't know how long. Eventually, I drifted into some lucid dreams.

Naked Chicks
I transition into the dream and the scene is exactly like waking life. I am laying in bed on my side, facing the way. Just a bit of dim light comes in from the window. But then there's an interesting different. Two naked girls are on my bed. One is laying on the edge of the bed near the way. The other is on her knees at the foot of the bed and then she crawls over the other girl to the head of the bed. I know I'm dreaming. I can barely see in the dim light. I reach with my hand for the girl who is laying down. I roll her over toward me and run my hands along her body and squeeze her breast.

Rooftops
I transition into the dream and it's my bedroom again. Now it's more light. Sadly, there are no naked chicks. I sit up and look out the window. I phase through the window glass and jump out onto the rooftop of the adjacent building. I jump from rooftop to rooftop, trying to keep control and finesse of my jumps and vision. Then on one roof I see a man learning over the edge with a sniper rifle. I am behind him. I sneak up to him and grab the rifle out of his hands. He struggles with me but I overpower him. I throw it over the edge of the building.

I dreamed of vampires and werewolves, I vaguely remember the face of an extremely sexy vampire woman and a werewolf's face in full metamorphosis from man to wolf. I saw the jaw of the werewolf expanding and contracting, with muscular spasms...

A Kiss
This dream was about AC, my coworker and friend. Kinda weird. I've never dreamed about her before and I don't really think of her in a romantic way. AC and I are in the office and we get called down to a warehouse (the scene is a lot like the warehouse in the TV show The Office). We go in and it's just me her and some guy who is lecturing to us about something and then shows us a video on a small TV set. I don't remember much of it. My recall is hazy.

Then I recall sitting on a blanket with AC like a picnic and we're just talking, not paying attention to the video. Then she suddenly gets giddy and lays down on her back and pulls me on top of her. We are face to face and she's smiling and her face is flushed red. She's giving me that look like "kiss me now!". I remark just how pretty she is and how happy she looks. I kiss her. That's all I remember.

I was in a dark room where people where being brainwashed into doing bad things. Me and my friend managed to escape and he dissapeared from the dream for a while.

I was captured and was then taken back to the room, to be brainwashed. I resisted for as long as I could but in the end it got me. Basically there's a light that shines down from somewhere and a woman's voice says stuff. I left and bumped into someone, then I became semi-lucid, I started to fly around like Movie Ironman as thats the only way I can fly.

Then I was chased by that man all around my area to the park.

I haven't written in my dream journal in several months but I'm trying now to get back into the habit.

Magazine, Polar Bear
I'm with my sister and I think my mother. We are at a zoo, but the style of the architecture is like a Japanese monastery alongside a quiet brook and a wooden bridge. We are writing an article about the zoo for a magazine. I remember the image of arranging blocks of text and pictures on a white template.

Then we are looking at the polar bear and I admire how it's fur looks when it's all wet. But then the bear sees me and gets angry. He leaps over the railing of his pen and starts chasing me. I turn and run along the brook to the bridge and across. I feel that if I can just get across the bridge and over one more fence that I will be safe.

Then the bear chase scene repeats twice more. The last time, the bridge looks different and I am confused that I am going the wrong way.

I woke up pretty frightened. Just a dream.... Just a dream.... I couldn't get back to sleep. After about an hour of failing I got up and read for a bit. Eventually got back to sleep, not sure when.

Lucid, Can't Move
I start with a false awakening. It's quite dark. I look down toward my feet and see my room looks very different from what it should. I am confused, I try to think where I am and what time it is. I realize I am dreaming but without much clarity. I concentrate on my body for a moment as I prepare to move. I am afraid I am feeling my physical body and if I move I will wake up. I try to push that thought out of my mind and just do it. I try to sit up but instead hover and tumble as if weightless in outer space. My body just drifts through the air; I am paralyzed and can move my limbs or neck.

I drift through the room toward the door. I try to observe the place but it's very dark and unclear. As I float through the door and then the ceiling and walls, the scene seems to change, but always a dark room cluttered with unidentifiable objects. In one room, it seems to be a dark night club and I think I see people but they are all frozen and don't move.

After about a minute of this, I sense that I am not just floating but rather that someone is holding me and guiding me along. I speak weakly "Who?". Then with more confidence in my voice, I say more clearly "Who is holding me?" I try to turn my head to look but can't hardly. I start to be become unnerved and force myself to wake up.

Lucid, Come Fly With Me
I begin again with a false awakening. It is similar to the previous dream: a dark room that seems somewhat like my real bedroom but unfamiliar. This time, I hear my mother's voice from the next room. She's saying something about missing the bathroom. I think, wait, do I live with my mother? I have to think about that one real hard. No, I don't. This is a dream.

I sit up in bed and the dream is quiet unstable. My mother enters the room. I get up and walk towards her but she gets pulled back and disappears in the void. I turn toward the bathroom, I suppose instinctively as something I do when I wake up. I hear another voice. Not my mother. It sounds like a younger girl. I turn back to the door to look at her and I see faintly a pretty girl with brown hair. She's half invisible and the whole dream is still quite unstable. I walk toward and reach for her but she's floating away. It's like she's just an image on my retina that don't get closer as I move. I follow the image of her through several doors and hallways. Her image morphs and fades in and out.

I slow down, I try to focus. I stop walking and just look at my surroundings. Things become clearer and the girl in front of me becomes solid. I grab her hand and say "Hi, you're so beautiful." I lead her through another door and we are outside. It's sunny, though we are in the shadow of the building we just exited. It seems like a garden-style condo complex. I lead the girl toward the sunlight, not sure where I am going. As we pass a doorway, I spot another person peeking out the door. It's another girl, this one blonde and with a bright blue dress. I take her hand and lead both girls out to the edge of the building where there are some trees. I turn back and look at the girls. They are both very pretty. I see now that the first is wearing a red dress under a leather jacket. They have earrings and make up and handbags. They look sharp.

Without really thinking, I climb the tree and use it to get on the roof. I help the girls up as well. I want to fly and I want them to fly with me. They don't seem convinced that they can. I try to explain that they can. I'm not sure exactly what I said.

Then my recall skips. I think maybe I flew away alone and landed elsewhere. I can begin to recall again being in a different part outside of the condos. The sun is vividly bright. Looking down at the white sidewalk makes my eyes strain. I look up and see yet another girl. This one with a bright magenta dress. Looking at it too makes my eyes hurt. I walk closer to her to get a look at her face. Then everything fades away and I wake up.

I woke up last night, and couldn't move. It must have been a SP. After some minuttes, I decided to go back to sleep. Without writing my dreams down in my dream journal. Then I woke up this morning, and could only remember one little dream. Or, I remembered many details, so the dream became long enought, but it's still not good enough. Let's hope my recall is better tomorrow.
I'm going to write a dream I had yesterday, it must be 29/9-11 (or 9/29-11, the first one is Danish).

A voice from the sky

I found myself in a big building. Me and my class was making a play, and mine was about a dead man. I was standing front of a tombstone, and walked down the stairs to tell my friends about the play. When I came up, I saw the man. He was 100% alive, and smiled and if you asked someone, he has never been dead. I looked really confused at him, because I couldn't understand it! And he looked confused on me, because I looked at him.
Suddently, I head a loud woman-voice from the sky. She said..

This is just a dream. It's a lucid dream. You can control everything.

"Is it a dream?!", I thought, and then I woke up. ( )

I participated in an orgy with a blonde woman and a dark-hair woman.
The blonde woman had curly hair. We're in a hotel room, the walls are light brown, the blanket of the bed was light brown. After the orgy we all took a bath, and wrapped ourselfs in white towels. The bathroom where we are is white, and is part of a huge mansion.
Meanwhile the owner of the mansion arrives.The owner is a woman who has an executive suit with a miniskirt. The suit is all brown. She has high-heeled brown shoes and blond hair.
She asked us what we had done with her husband. I got up and went to get her husband. He was inside a closet with a mirror on the outside of the door.
We all went to the living room of the mansion. The owner was sitting on the sofa. There is an unevenness on the floor. The floor where she is, is taller than the floor where we are.
The floor has two steps, and steps are of white marble.
Near us there is a bar and a small cabinet.
The husband of the owner of the house was tall, had a muscular body, and short spiky hair. He had a blue t-shirt and shorts with Hawaiian flowers. He was handcuffed. I told the owner that he had killed a person. She covered her face with her hands and wept.