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In my first dream, I was with a group of people doing the physicals for the military. We were stripped down to our boxers and it was raining outside. It was night time. I remember looking at the tattoo on my chest. Later in the dream, the place was in fact a hotel and an older lady and her daughter drove up. They were being rude but later the old lady started being flirty and she flashed me. Her left boob looked deflated and pretty fucked up.

On my other dream, I was the leader at some sort of academy. We were studying when the class started to get loud. Then, some of the students threw stuff at me. I went back to my seat and on my backpack it said that I suck cock. The person next to me wrote it. It was Gayle Martinez. I told her I was going to write her up and the classed changed their attitude as I got the write up paper. An emergency came over the radio and a few people jumped out through the window to help. I followed and Nona Enza was on the parking lot. We had to go save a dog that was drowning. Xavier Hernandez got on a motorcycle and sped off. I got on my motorcycle and followed. We were on the road dodging traffic, following the river. I crashed and the bike flew off in one direction and me in the other. I was able to make it to the river and dove from 2 stories high into the dirty water. The dog seemed dead but it went underwater when I touched it. I kept swimming and two dogs emerged and grabbed onto a nearby pole. One of the dogs was my dog Ace.

It's a little unclear, especially the beginning, I'll try to see what all I can remember...I was at my place of work (Alamo Drafthouse Cinema), I guess in the main hallway because there were lots of lockers. Some of my co-workers were vampires. I wasn't really afraid, I didn't see them as a major threat, they weren't trying to attack me. I'm not sure if I realized it at this point in the dream, but later on I was aware that I was a vampire slayer. However, in the beginning, I felt like I was friends with them or maybe even a vampire also. But apparently one of them (Andy?) had been bitten by a werewolf and was turning into a weird hybrid. That I was afraid of.
Somewhere along the way, the dream scenery changed briefly. One of my co-worker's mother's was throwing away... a model window? It was like a miniature version of the big window in my bedroom, even had the colorful cloth with the Ajna symbol above it like I do IWL (in waking life). I couldn't believe they were throwing it away, I wanted to keep it for some reason. Then I realize there was a smaller one stacked inside of the bigger one. Felt like I couldn't take them both? So I decided to leave the smaller one and take the bigger one. It felt sturdy, like it was made of metal.
Back to the work scenery. My were-coworker had bitten someone else before I could stop him! I felt like the werewolves were more dangerous - faster, stronger, more primal - than the vampires, and the were-vamp hybrids were even more-so. Very quickly more and more people were being turned. They wanted to turn me, like it was their mission. I became lucid at some point around here, and was trying to take complete control to fight them. I couldn't make the things I wanted to materialize come about. I wanted a flame thrower, I figured it was the fastest most effective way to fight them off, so I started pretending like I had one in my hands trying to set them on fire but it wasn't working. I did have a steak from the first part of the dream and was fighting them with that, but it was difficult, there were so many of them. I decided since I couldn't make a better weapon just appear out of thin air, I would find one. Began trying to open the lockers to get better weapon. I thought for sure that would work, but locker after locker I just kept finding shoes. =| Really cute shoes I wanted haha. Most of them were browns and blacks, with heels. Finally I called out loud something like "Why do I keep finding shoes?" to see if my subconscious would tell me what they symbolized/why I kept getting them instead of a weapon. I got an answer, just a voice going through the hallway (which I think now more resembled a school hallway) but I couldn't hear the answer clearly (I've had that same issue before in past lucid experiences when trying to ask my subconscious questions). I tried asking for the message again more clearly, but it didn't come. I felt like the answer I didn't hear well was a bullshit answer, something like "Because it's just what you do"? Whatever. Thanks for nothing, subconscious. Still fighting off were-vamps and checking lockers when I'm able, I finally come across a straight razor, like for shaving. Also, since I became lucid I tried doing some really bad-ass fighting moves, like back flips and other gymnastics type stuff. It didn't feel like I had total good control so I was sort of able to, but it felt slow and sloppy. I tried slitting someone's throat with the razor, it didn't work out that well. It was like it just made a little cut. Hmph. I ended up in a "locker room" in a part with a bunch of showers. There were a few girls showering in there. I felt like all of my co-workers had been turned but for some reason I wasn't worried about all of them attacking me, just most of them. I think I was trying to hide in one of the showers? But they didn't have curtains and weren't really good for hiding so.. yeah, they definitely found me. Around this point, I was frustrated with trying to fight them all off and it not really working and I finally realized maybe that wasn't the point. I remembered something I had read before about dreams where people are being chased, confronting what's chasing them. I decided maybe I had to just let them get me to understand the meaning of the dream, and I wasn't afraid since I knew it was a dream. I was ready to surrender. So I told them "Ok, I'll let you guys change me if it's done by Garret and David" (two guys at work I think could be different sort of people from everyone else, and I'd be most likely to be interested in if I weren't already attached to someone). I think they went to get the guys. Very fuzzy here, I may have changed my mind and said Andy can just do it to get it over with already. Then I guess I woke up before it happened.

1.29.14 Wednesday

Getting up around 8am. Nap around 3;15. Was falling asleep, but something woke me up. Second attempt around 3:45 - 5-45 Phone woke me up.

DR:

I'm at work. We got a new boss (true in WL). She called me into her office. It's almost full of boxes and i try to squeeze by on the left side. She directs me to come over on the right side. There are some others in the office.

1/25/14 saturday

Last night, bed 9:30pm - 3:40 am

DR 3:40am

I'm sitting in a small conference room. 3 people are next to me, 1 is sitting opposite to us. Simple, wooden chairs, brown. Like in some old pubs. Room is rectangular. I'm holding a clipboard, and a woman opposite to me is asking me something. I start to answer and I notice I'm kinda talking giberish. I realize I'm nervous. The woman is giving me an ncouraging smile and she is nodding her head.

I know I need to get my shit together. I have a feeling I was just named a new boss, to replace me old boss, that was transfered to new workplace. (IWL). This is a meeting of 4 top managers/leaders for the whole damn district. I'm not sure how or why I was named the boss, but I know I have to step up and prove them right.

After the meeting, we stand with more people, and I'm talking video games with one guy.

DR
There is a faint memory or another dream just before the one above. maybe it will come to me later

UUUggghhhh. I was dreaming last night that I had to answer help desk tickets about the Christmas lights that I just put up in the front yard. I had to troubleshoot them because they weren't working. It was terrible! I kept waking up all night about it and I couldn't just tell myself to stop thinking about it because there's nothing wrong with the lights.

Original entry dated Feb. 16, 2002:

I had a dream that D and I went to buy a new bike. I was gonna trade in my old one. I wound up with a pink one with this weird little engine-thing attached. Anyway, where we lived was this scary supernatural world. Like, the laundry room - nobody went in after dark. If you opened up three of the washers, you'd find creepy, on the verge of horrifying, things. But if you opened the fourth washer, you saw something so incredibly and awesomely terrible that NOBODY was willing to go anywhere NEAR that washer (much less open it). There was a little girl ghost in a bonnet who would wander around collecting change for my laundry for me, and I always warned her not to go into the laundry room at night, and to go nowhere near the fourth washer. Anyway, back to me. There was this weird... like... demon overlord dude who masqueraded as an eight year old child with ice-blue eyes and white hair. When the kid died through some freak accident, he decided that he was gonna make the world a really shitty place. He specifically tried to hurt my friends and me. There was also a house called "Harriet's House", which was a museum of sorts. It was now a Londonesque sort of home, but used to be an asylum type place with torture chambers. People would go on tours through there, but were warned before they did. The proprietor was a tall black lady with her hair drawn back in a bun. She wore a brown sort of pilgrim-looking dress. The rest of the dream was pretty blurry.

I also had a dream that I worked for a company that produced video-games. We were in direct competition with another company that an ex-friend of mine worked for. It all sort of sucked. It wasn't so much scary as really depressing, and I can't remember most of it, except that the rival company stole our hit title idea.

I'm in a school bus, and I think I'm back in middle school now. The bus is taking me home, only somehow we are driving around in a relatively rural area (i.e. country roads, crooked power lines, people driving pickup trucks if there were other trucks, etc.). I missed my stop a long time ago, but I'm not particularly concerned. A lot of the jerk kids I remember back in school were on the same bus, and as we get further and further into the rural areas, I kept thinking, "oh, you live in the middle of nowhere? No wonder you are such an ass." All apologies to people who live in rural areas.

At one point, I begin having a conversation with my old friend K. We were talking about careers, and he was telling me about a nice internship that works outside, gets in touch with the environment, and works with animals (all things I actually do love), but I catch on and say "wait, you want me to be a farmer?" K had a you-caught-me grin. So, to recap, my subconscious is insulting both rural and farming areas now.

We come across the side of a road, and there appears to be this Reality TV/Small Claims Court Election going on between a family. I don't know what the argument is, but it's a family of five, and the mother is suing the father over something while the host explains. The verdict is passed down in a really convoluted manner, like "we find the defendant being accused by the prosecution of the case to be correct in the blah blah blah," so everyone takes a brief second before registering that the father won. The rest of the family politely claps their hands, but the mother is visibly distraught. She approaches the host, but the host seems to reject her, telling her "I'm sorry, but you are only 15-inches tall," "and a soon to be divorced woman," she responds sadly. And yes, it's only about this time I realize the family are all tiny, and they are lined up each in their own tiny kennels.

Dream two gets bad. I'm in a mall plaza, near a large cell-phone kiosk like AT&T or some other large brand. A tall man and I have an intricate plan to rob someone that somehow involves me pretending to also be robbed at the same time. I look in my wallet, and I have a $1000 bill (Um... what?), so of course the plan goes awry and my partner decides to keep the money for himself. I got really angry, but before I could do anything, your stereotypical mall cop appears. I explain the situation (basically admitting our plan). The mall cop thinks for a second and says "I know what to do," then shoots my partner in the head with a gun. And of course the mall cop looks like Pepper Spray cop.

The scene shifts a little, and now I'm aware of being in an ad where they are shooting a commercial for a tea product or something, but it's blended into real ("Dream" real, I mean) life where the premise is the grandpa (who is also the "real" owner of the tea company) had to leave, and his adorable tells the rest of her family they can't start dinner yet, and she runs around the mall distraught, yelling for her grandpa to come to dinner. Dream me got a lot of dust in his eyes. The mom seems to know grandpa is okay, and says something along the lines of "if grandpa is gone, I get his car," while the rest of the family laughs, and the scene shifts to a parking lot you'd find in an apartment complex. For some reason, the mom turns into Rosalyn the babysitter from Calvin and Hobbes, and I realize I'm wandering around the lot having just finished watching a Calvin and Hobbes movie. I wake up at whatever ridiculous time it was, short hand my dream, and go back to sleep.

Dream three starts with watching Michaelangelo from the Ninja Turtles trying to flirt with a ninja girl he meets, but it also feels like I'm reading a book about this. The narrator explains that Michaelangelo thinks she is better handling Sais than Raphael (BLASPHEMY!), and they are scaling walls in the city while he keeps trying to impress her.

The scene switches to my brother's wedding, but he tells me to fill in for him. So now, I'm sitting at the groom's table like a panelist in a convention, and the bride and I are both dressed really low key -- I remember the bride is wearing flannel and jeans, and I have my legs kicked up on the table. At one point in the wedding there was the whole "this bread is the body of Christ" thing, and we have to dip our respective bread into a cup of water. I think my brother eventually made it in time, because the scene shifts to their house (which resembles a 60's style home) during Christmas morning, and I walk down stairs and say hi to my brother and his wife. It's at this time that I realize that my brother's new wife is now a weird version of what I feel should be an ex or someone I knew, although I have no idea who this person is.

I either wake up laughing, or laughed myself awake.

10/27/13*+ 1145 505 WBTB SSILD. I am in my home office doing one of my typical functions closing out. The computer software is freezing up. I hear the sound aluminum blinds rustling and I realize I'm dreaming. Perhaps because I do not have blinds here. But I wake up. I deild I feel the vibrations and I see my ceiling up close this is the second or third time recently I have entered a dream this way. I look at patterns on the ceiling and realize that they are probably nothing like patterns of my actual ceiling and they start to form very consistent pattern. I think about how I want to proceed from here and I feel I'm back in bed and vibrations start up again this time decide picture a beautiful view of the ocean. I end up in the ocean start swimming putting both hands in front of me and paddling outwards to move forward. I remember suggestions to just keep going, moving forward, to stabilize a dream and I do this. I also think about rubbing my hands together but then I realize I start to sink and I resume swimming. I
remember my goal and I start to visualize an island after swimming what seemed like a decent while. A small island appears with a single palm tree and I crawl myself on the shore and the dream fades into a false awakening where I write down my previous dreams not wanting to forget but then I noticed that my son is here and and we dropped him off already IWL so I realize I'm dreaming again. I talked to him about dreaming and I say that we are dreaming right now and he says yeah I guess we are...or something like that. Then I tell my wife the same thing and say look we even have visitors sleeping over that we weren't expecting a lady over there and a baby. My wife says nah like she doesn't believe me that we're dreaming. I lean over lady I think she looks kind of like G's friend from last night. My elbow and forearm accidentally touches her down in her private area and I feel awkward wondering if I should pretend like I didn't notice... she looks at me
funny and seems to get upset this makes me lose my already dwindling lucidity it seems...thinking I am awake now I get & hide my DJ before wife starts tying it together with my mistake. The lady notices what I'm doing and says something about what I'm doing being wrong or something and she begins to prepare something with another lady. They put two dabs of something wet on the space between my foot and my shin but closer to the foot in the front of my lower leg or upper foot. I start to think this is weird and she has some occult website up on her laptop that she has and is following along like she's going to chant some spell and I start to say no no no you're not going to do this. She says it makes you feel good. I say yeah the evil can make you feel good but then you start doing things that you don't want to or should not do. Odd!!! This should have brought me back to lucidity. I guess I was so wrapped up in the attempt to make sure I stop them from proceeding. I wake up and write down
the dream for real this time. I can see in my dream journal this morning where as the first part was not obviously. My next dream there's an announcement for all police officers to stay clear of a particular intersection. I even remembered one of the streets maybe both of them but do not recall them at this time and I don't think they are street names that mean anything to me. It seems but that they are tracking someone near that intersection and they don't want any police presence to scare them off. I'm in a room and I hear a knock on the door, open the door or someone else opens the door and someone pops out from out of sight and it startles me and I wake up. It feels like I realized it was a dream right before I woke up but I'm not sure if it was as I was waking up so I'm definitely I'm not counting it. Fragment where someone says salad with spicy chicken chunks is the only choice to eat at this time. I wake up and write it down. I have a number of advanced
dreamlets with with short action and dialogue and I try to grab onto a few of them. When that doesn't work I just observe them as passively as I can. My last dream was not lucid unfortunately but I'm in line at McDonalds or a fast food place like it, and I see a little girl go behind the counter and grab a piece of food. I then notice that what appears to be her father is also behind the counter in plain clothes(not a uniform) and it seems like they're family of one of the workers. He is putting miscellaneous food items in his pocket to eat later I assume. I do wonder how cleanly that is and whether I should order food here. Then another girl probably another daughter is getting food as well and putting it in one of the containers they use sitting on the counter. I wake up and write down the dream. I close my eyes and see if I have any random odd thoughts or images come up indicating that I might still be able to dream but I think it is too late in the morning and I decide to get up.

My dreams are normally more wild & wacky than this. Like the volleys of black arrows at the end of "organ," most are like that most of the time. These are pretty tame.

00:00 Friday October 18
00:22 bedtime
02:51 Trippy bus music, bag, messed up bus stop

1) Daytime riding near the back of a bus on old high school route approaching parent’s home about 2 stops away. There are some guys hatching some sort of plan, it involves leaving a bag on the bus. They leave the bag (like a big sports/gym bag) on the bus, I go sit next to it and put my hand through the handles. Trippy drug music plays on the bus, kind of like “HWAH WAH Wah wah…. HWAH WAH Wah wah… ” kind of wave like and I move my left hand in an up and down motion to this music (kind of like the motion of putting your hand out the window of a car, swooping up and down in the wind). As the bus descends the hill to my stop, I pull the cord to signal the stop. I get off. At the bus stop are several recycling containers overflowing with computer code print outs. It’s the results of the programming competition. The correct results are printed in black ink, the incorrect results printed in red ink. I need to figure out what happened why we got the wrong answers. There is also a bunch of food garbage strewn around on the street around the stop, the whole area is very messy with printouts and food in and around the containers. I start straightening up the bus stop. DC says “wasn’t there some other young fellow responsible for all of this? Shouldn’t he clean it up?” I agree and will let that other guy finish cleaning up.

05:06 sandwiches, play an organ, drunk, friend at work

2) Standing in a large atrium/opening with some people and a pipe organ console and an organist. After a demonstration by the organist for some students, I asked if I could play the organ, I said I wanted to be a concert pianist and play the pipe organ. The organist says “Yeah but once you get into one school it’s really hard to finish the other one,” I answer “they never tell you that, do they?” They’re reluctant to let me play it but decide to let me play it. They say “your hands need to be clean” and I think about wiping my hands on my pants, “and you need to put your butt way over here” (about 3 meters away from the keyboard, I won’t be able to reach the keys!). I want to get right up to it, then they give me a tiny toy keyboard with just some buttons on it. I want to play the famous Bach Toccata and Fugue in D minor ). I see a button marked “B-flat” on the toy keyboard and press it. The Bach piece starts playing by itself and I feel cheated that I don’t get to play it myself. The students around the organ start wildly dancing/jumping around to the organ music, and eventually they break up in to two groups and start lobbing thick volleys of black arrows back and forth at each other.

3) A group of friends and I are massively horribly drunk. I’m covered by yellow slime. I take off my shirt and see that the yellow printing on the tshirt is what is coming off on my skin. It’s a college shirt. As we’re leaving someone says “are you OK to drive?”. I consider this fairly seriously, I don’t feel all that drunk. I answer “I feel I’m pretty OK.” DC says “as long as you get to 2% it’s OK, then you can take a breathalyzer test.” I think that everyone should rip off a piece of the bar (there are poles along the bar) and use them as walking sticks.

4) At N (old company), to SC (old boss), I say “you wouldn’t let me stay in the company building on Christmas alone after closing, would you?” Sitting at a computer, not my main work place, childhood friend MR is there, I don’t want to leave him alone in the building after I leave. I’ve taken a big risk of bringing him inside. If he messes something up they’re going to trace his entrance back to me. I realize that I have 3 monitors set up already, and another one is also sitting on the desk, I could make it 4 if I wanted to.

5) In parent’s house (DS) going up back steps to garage, sister is there and she is talking about the tastiest bread, ranking the different kinds of breads. “Buttered rye, sourdough, wheat…” Then ranking them by which ones make the best toast and which ones make the best sandwiches. We’re driving out of the garage and I realize that everyone’s leaving I may get back first and they may turn on the alarm and I don’t know the code.

05:45 get up for WBTB.

06:03 BTB Room temp 16C, close windows.

Long time getting back to sleep. Fade into sleepiness several times, into and out of light sleep, no dream recall.

07:43 I’m “elected” to get up and make breakfast for everyone, just as I’m really sleepy and ready for some major dream time. Room temperature 18C.

In my work I found out that entry level people do more complex work than I do (not true), and I suggested that from now on I should be involved when they are getting their assignments to see who is more appropriate for a task. It was not that they were doing a poor job alas, but rather i felt inadequate, like i should be doing more complex work than them. I also found out that someone in another team, who in my dream was a retirement age biologist (but in waking life is not), I found out that he knows a lot about creating charts and that we could learn from him, but that he alas is retiring now so we can't. He was leaving and I felt deep respect for him, and had the sense it was mutual. In waking life I know almost nothing about this man other than he works on the same floor as I do, and is much younger than in my dream.

My younger son was lost. My mother called, but I said I could not talk and hung up on her without explaining why. I was combing the streets shouting his name when suddenly my husband appeared with my son. my husband was supposed to take a flight somewhere, and apparently our son tried to stowaway in the luggage and come with him, but was discovered at the airport. I was so relieved to see him.

I'm at work with some girl. We borrow a radio and a multimeter and do some work on wiring in a power box. At some point we start talking sweet, and lie down together. She has dark brown hair and eyes, Then some other girl lie between us and starts chatting about old songs. She has light hair and her appearance breaks the mood. I recall mentioning the song Mrs. Robinson, by Simon and Garfunkel.

Mmk, last nights dreams were pretty weird and I can barely remember most of them.

1.
My mom and I were out in the front yard where there were a bunch of old people, each with a different bright hair color (pink, blue, etc). It was like some gathering but they were all just standing/walking around and talking about Christianity and how my mom and I were a disappointment. We made fun of them together and I said 'awful purple!!' in this manly voice with an English accent and my mom started cracking up.

2.
Mom with me again, we were in a little seaside cafe. We shared a booth with an elderly husband and wife couple, and they were talking with my mom about her work and planning how they'd help her out.

3.
I was with a friend (not someone I actually know) in this strange house, and this large puppet/doll with a knife comes in. He's very threatening, but not attacking us, just keeping us there. We're just automatically assuming it must be some creature, like it's not too out of the ordinary for puppets to move around like that :/ But then something happens, not sure what, that makes it fall over and break in the middle. Inside is a creepy-looking guy with glasses and unkempt facial hair. Think he was a wanted criminal?? Anyway, way creepy.

My friend and I ran out of the house and the area was suddenly way different. We were on this raft in the middle of a body of water that was surrounded by tall buildings and broken down amusement park rides. There were lots of other rafts too, and a few boats. It was very dark, and there was a dense, foggy haze over the whole area and a sense of chaos but I'm not sure what was going on. There were lots of people trying to get to the boats. My friend and I got to one, and sat across from this man who seemed rather cheerful despite the circumstances. He said something about the weather, can't remember. I replied with something like, 'you're not allowed to say that unless you're a pirate!' and we both started laughing.

No entry for yesterday since I'd rather it not be public, but for documentation's sake I did dream about Dave Strider again like I'd intended! Bro, too! I also became lucid briefly to change the scene twice so I was pleased about that :) Tags/categories for that dream are: lucid, memorable, nightmare, fandom: Homestuck. Now for last night's:

1.
Jake trying to get our mom to buy him a subscription to something on the computer, a game? She won't because she's too busy with job stuff at the moment, and Jake harasses her, asking exactly what she's been doing this whole time since she has yet to gain a single client.

After/at the time this is happening (idk) I'm looking at a Dragon Age mod for a new character race called 'Fajjyn'?? The character is a slightly creepy-looking female with deep eyes, grey skin and bright red hair. Then I hear a short police siren and when I look outside I see the light from a flashlight shining on houses, but the light is pink.

2.
I'm on the floor drawing with Brandie, using paper and pencils. Somehow she is really fast and near-perfect, and I get frustrated because whatever I draw isn't that good. She tries showing me her technique by drawing a rock, and I copy it but the rock looks too flat. We practice more til I create some decent-looking rocks, but unlike her small, smooth stones, mine are large, black and jagged things that pile up in sheets, literally! As I keep drawing, the rocks become real.


notes: During 1, I was feeling upset with Jake for acting that way but I wonder if it's my subconscious worrying that my mom will back out on everything after she's put in so much effort. The drawing dream definitely came from my worrying about being good enough when it comes to my art. But it was cool to draw something into existence, I'd like to try that again sometime!

Also, I had intended to dream about Dave again, but if it happened, I don't recall it.

I was in our hometown. I was online. Suddenly, mom asked if I can buy something (food called laswa) from the store. I exploded, asking why she's asking me to do this when she just came from the store this morning. She replied calmly and reasonably that they don't cook it that early, and they should have it by now. I was still mad, wondering aloud why buy that particular food in the first place. I replied that I'l just finish something on the computer or Twitter, and I was also eating.

I hurried to finish something on Twitter because I felt that she's going to leave already. I went out to find she did. I angrily said that I said I'll just finish whatever I was doing. It was afternoon. Found my sister and asked about mom. It was night. Found mom still within ear shot at the corner, and called out to her. She paused and looked back, asking what is it. She looked unsure and went back. I also wondered why my sister was there, and since she's there, why didn't she buy the food. Mom arrived. We talked. I asked sister if she has work. She said something about resting and a buy-back scheme with her work, that after she worked a number of years (five?), she can rest for a bit (vacation?), and store the value of her work. She can then just return for her work in the future, or the company can buy it from her for a certain amount. I thought of a way to make it a good investment scheme.

#214 - 4:41AM - DILD

I am working at my old plant before we moved. I realize this and become lucid. I look around and notice that there are no people and it is only partially lit. I guess that I must have got here before anyone else. I remember the place was haunted in waking life and decide that maybe I was the ghost all along. I decide to make a mess of the place but I have become ethereal. I manage to turn over a table but only with great concentration. I then proceed to make a mess of the things on my old supervisors desk.

Then people arrive and they comment on the mess I made but they don't seem to notice me. I enjoy this idea and scream and shout at them trying to scare them with ghostly sounds. It seems they can't hear me either. I turn to see the mess I made on the desk but there is now a large hardcover book about lucid dreaming. The title has the words, "Lucid Dreaming" in it then something else. I try to read it but the text become long and confusing. I get the gist about it saying something about how science and church can come together to bring the joy of lucidity to everyone putting away all misconceptions about it. It all seems confusing and kind of boring and I go back to being a bad spook. I run at my old lead shouting and roaring. As I crash into her I get the random idea to grab her right boob. The scene goes briefly dark.

I focus and the scene comes back. I see, Bradley, a kid I knew a long time ago. I try talking to him but when he ignores me I bite his ear. There was no response so I start sucking on it. He just keeps walking with me latched to him like a leech. I follow him into the break room when I then realize that he seems incredible sad. I say, "Bradley! Why are you so sad? I was just messing with you. I didn't mean anything." He looks like he is about to cry and I put my arms out to him. We hug and I comfort him. The dream goes dark again.

I think I am wake but can feel myself standing and sitting on the counter-top. I try to DJ buy my device looks like a stupid calculator. I realize it a dream and put it away. Before I can do anything else, I wake up for real.