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I am lying in bed in my bedroom. My dog, frank, is standing on the desk across the room. She is whining and howling for me to take her outside. I open my eyes to look at her and there is a huge snot bubble growing out of her right nostirl. The bubble pops and turns into a huge stream of mucus that pours out of her nose and runs all over the desk. She is still looking at me and whining for me to get her some food.

There's a bunch of the Louisiana people hanging out in my living room. We are all eating cereal from the big generic bags Fruit Circles, Beehive Chunks, Chocolate tiny Rocks, etc. my friend Ced keeps taking his room mate to a separate room to have meetings. The other party guests ask me what's that all about and I respond that i lived with ced for 3 years and this was just part of what he did. He was always planning and making schemes.

They come out of the room and his roomate wants me to play the new tekken game with him. I tell him that i haven't played tekken in years,

he says, it's tekken, it's always the same game. Then he puts on a motion sensor suit and starts dancing around the room. I pick up a controller and sigh.

This is a tag version of tekken and he chooses my characters for me. First up i'm playing a Kazuya. I'm having a little trouble at first but then i start using the old tekken moves and i start wiping the floor with him. Power punches, heel kicks, spinning uppercuts. the problem is that the field of battle is so wide open i have trouble directing my attacks toward him. By the time the round is up i'm winning but i've only taken about 25% of his life bar.

In round 2 He's playing as roger the kangaroo and I'm playing as this shiny metal box. He's dancing around and throwing punches and I'm just sitting there like a box. I try a couple of different combinations and then wires and cables shoot out of the box, wrap him up and electrocute the kangaroo. I try some other buttons and flame shoots out,

forward forward circle gets me some bubbles that gets in the kagaroo's eyes.

the match is over and nobody wins. I grab the bag of honey comb and stuff a few handfulls in my pockets.

I am in a field playing kickball at twilight. Our team is getting trounced. The other team seems to be cheating with super powers. People on my team keep telling me to take the ball and catch it with my mind. It's my turn to kick. My team captain tells me that when I kick it, right before someone catches it, to use my powers to flick the ball away so they miss. I'm groggy but I have the vague Idea that I am dreaming. It's like I have an impression of my body from the third person. I want to tell the team that I am dreaming but I can't make my body talk. I can't make my feet kick either. Now I know that I'm in my body in my bed and can only move the ball a little bit with my mind. As The ball rolls over the plate I flick my finger and the ball shoots in a line drive pattern over the short stop's head. I wake up.

I am the leader of a dwarven city in the middle of a coo. I am not a dwarf. I have listened to one of my shadiest advisors and killed the dwarf king because he was slowing down the political progress in the middle of a major war. Now that the king is dead, it is up to me to calm the respective civic leaders before I send the town fighting. I must climb many steps to get to the city assembly. There is a meeting to decide if the people would kill me or accept me as their leader. With each step up the staircase I must formulate what I'm going to say about how I have killed their popular king and his most ardent supporters. Ultimately I know that my argument must hinge on safety and how I have done what I've done to protect the city and that my heinous actions have only come from a place of love and concern. I have pictures of the war outside the city and video of the atrocities that the advancing enemy has committed. I do not want to show the assembly these pictures but I know that if that's what I have to do to save myself and take control, that's what I will do. The dream ends with me and my elite guard pushing open the towering doors to the assembly and seeing the town gathered, thousands and thousands of people staring at me.

I am at the mouth of a huge expanse of caverns, preparing to lead an expedition to find these mystical sources of power. The entrance to this cave is very small but once I crawl through the tiny hole, I find myself inside of a giant chamber with several passages leading out of it. There is no source of light but somehow all of the rock has a dull blue glow. The cave is also chilly and damp. There is a faint odor of mildew. I choose the hole to the far left and begin following a maze. After a while of randomly choosing passages, I end up in a chamber with these statues of ogres holding hammers. On the wall behind them is a blood red war hammer bathed in a bright white light. I walk up to the hammer and touch it with my left hand. I can feel a surge of confidence from my arm to my whole body. I grab it with the other hand and the power is coursing all through my body. As I feel this influx I can see the hammer fading away in my arms. Soon it is gone and I am out of breath; my hands are hot from the touch of the hammer.

A door on the wall opens up where the hammer was before it. I walk through it and I am led down a narrow twisting corridor. Now I am running faster, excited and confidant. There is a slight wind at my back as I run. I find myself in another room. This one smaller than the room before. There are white wooden pillars set where the statures were in the previous room. Hanging from the pillars and forming an arc is a thick eggshell ribbon and behind the ribbon, mounted on the wall is a white sledgehammer similarly bathed in a bright white spot. I walk to the ribbon, step over it and then stand very close to the hammer. I pause for a second before grabbing it off the wall. Again, I can feel a sensation running through me as the hammer fades away. This time I can feel a calm pass through me, like a peaceful assuredness, and rather than fade the hammer was almost absorbed into my skin.

My old hometown is throwing a film festival at the local movie theater. April and rusty and I have tickets to go see some action flick that I'm not very interested in. Before the movie starts, I tell them that I'm going to the bathroom and sneak to another theater. I am going to see the new tom hanks movie and I'm see jim carrey sitting in a folding chair in the middle of the aisle. Jim carrey is very nervous, constantly shifting his sitting position and chewing on the palm of his hand in an exaggerated fashion. I sit next to him and strike up a conversation. He says hello and we chat a bit about this upcoming film. I tell him that I'm a fan of "Man in the Moon" and "Dumb and Dumber." We watch a bit of the movie and it's not very good. I whisper that I'm going to the bathroom and sneak back to the other movie theater. I tell april and rusty that I'm hanging out with Jim Carrey and that I'll be back in a little while. I get back in to the Tom Hanks movie and Jim Carrey is on screen doing a Fireman Billish Mugging and people are stand up to leave in disgust. Now jim is really freaking out and I sit in an aisle seat a few rows behind him. I see tom hanks sitting there as well.

(something about a teenage girl meeting tom hanks on a rooftop and a very young Forest Whitaker is spying on them. The girl takes her clothes off)

Later April and I are driving to a comedy show. I call my friend Chuck and I tell him about the weird experiences I was having. Suddenly april is driving on an aircraft carrier and is driving too fast to stop in time. The car flies off the ship and into the water. I grab my wallet and my phone and we swim to the ladder and climb back on the ship. We go to a tv/waiting room and take our clothes off and wait for them to dry. A man in a uniform tells me that I shouldn't wait too long to put my clothes back on.

This is one of the more detailed dreams i've had since my last major lucid dream last monday. I've been practicing the ADA technique but my dreams have gotten less detailed, not more. I've been working at it and hopefully i'll be able to push through this awkwardness.
I am working for my old boss again. When I walk into the office he is sitting behind his desk dictating a to-do list to his new assistant, who happens to be my ex-girlfriend. I see him and he ignores me, giving off a very cold vibe. I ask him to give me a couple of minutes aside and we go into the hallway.I ask him what the hell does he think he's doing and he tells me that I was right and he needs to work again and he needs to get money.
I go back in the room and everyone is getting ready to leave. They are wearing golf clothes and putting clubs in golf bags. I decide that I'm going to go with them and we all get in small 4 door white car. I am in the passenger's seat. We pull up to a driving range on the edge of a forest and golf balls start bouncing off our car. My ex realizes she' parking in the wrong area and starts to turn around but gets caught in the mud. The more she tries to adjust the car, the more we get stuck in the mud to the point that the car starts slowly flipping over on my side.
Now I am upside down with my face pressed against the glass. I ask her to stop that I am having trouble breathing but she laughs it off. Says they are calling 911.
I wake up naked in a full sized bed with white sheets. There is a party going on outside the door. My wife comes in the room and tells me we are going to leave. She asks me if I'm all right. I say it was scary in the car but I'll be ok. Then she gets a little angry and asks me if I am naked in this stranger's bed. I say yes but I don't know how I got here. She asks me where are my clothes and I don't know.

I am part of this experimental theater production that takes place in the banquet hall of a crappy family steakhouse. There is a small stage area in the front of the room and the chairs are all arranged facing the stage like some kind of improvised theatrical space. We are sitting around waiting for something to happen while the general manager of the restaurant paces around the front of the room looking nervous. A girl with short hair and wearing a flannel shirt walks in the room holding a guitar and the manager is excited and says that this is Macey and she is going to run our class, that she is an improv teacher. Macey smiles sheepishly at us and says that she just had band practice and doesn't feel up to teaching today. All of us in the class start stompin our feet and clapping our hands begging her to stay and teach us but she just waves and leaves.

Later my friend Marshall is directing us in a play. He has a giant theater with thousands of seats. The stage is littered with very expensive moving lights and a ratty old gray fabric couch. There is about seven of us on stage and we are all wearing very casual t-shirts and shorts or bluejeans. Everything is painted black. Marshall is directing us on the blocking of a big musical number. He has each person sing or talk a little bit then move over to where they are going to stand on the stage. He gestures to the couch and tells me that it's the most important part of the piece.

He whispers to me that now is when I do my part so I walk over to the center of the stage and all the lights come on. There is a very loud sound like an electrically charged sonic boom and I start to speak. I talk but I don't know what I'm saying and I wave my arms back and fourth. When I am finished the auditoriom, which is suddenly full of people, bursts into giant applause. I look over in the wings to Marshall and he gives me the signal to keep going. Don't stop. The stage goes dark except for one spotlight on the ratty gray couch.

I am a wizard who is aware of the nature of the dreamworld. This is the basis of my powers. I n the dream I am tutoring the queen of our country to use dream superpowers as well. We are training in a castle courtyard By fighting giant spiders. I am wearing large heavy robes and rope sandles. The courtyard has patches of green grass and white stone benches and columns. The first spider is released and I show her what I am doing by pointing the index finger of my right hand at a spider. A beam of red light comes from my hand and the spider bursts into flames. I tell her that because the world is made of dreams, she needs to be able to visualize what she wants to happen. She needs to have intention and she needs to have the confidince that what she wants is going to happen. I tell her what she expects is most important. The world isn't real, I say

Regular Dream Lucid Dream
R and I a visiting a friend of mine C's apartment but he isn't home. We ride together in an SUV, he's driving. It's nighttime on the highway. We are having an argument and in the heat of the moment he misses a turn and goes through a guard rail. We slide through a muddy field. I am freaking out but I'm not terrified. I get out of the car and tell R that I'm going to find my way.

Now I'm at the apartment. I let myself in. I am feeling filthy so I'd like to take a shower. I go to check out
his shower and it's an awesome huge red brick room that is dark but not too dark with a toilet stall in one corner and a giant wall dedicated to a shower. The door to the room doesn't lock. I hear sounds in the other room so I go out there and see my friend R with a cute little blonde girl about 22 or so. They are sitting on a couch in the middle of the room. They are playing with a small magnet puzzle toy. I ask them what is that all about but they don't hear me. I try to look again but I see that R is getting his mack on pretty hard so I just back off. C comes home and tells me that my wife is going to call me in a few minutes and that she may be angry. I ask him if I can take a shower. He says sure.

I go back in the bathroom, get naked, notice a couple of different piles of clothes on the floor and put mine in separate pile. Find a green towel folded on a shelf and go to turn on the water. I'm bathing and the door to the room is behind me. The water is warm. There is a knock on the door, I say, come it but I'm naked in the shower. I hear the door open but don't look. I look at myself in the mirror and I can see that my hair is long and wet. That's when I realize. I have a shaved head right not, not long and wet hair. I look out the window and see a large tower, I also know that I'm in the middle of nowhere, not a city. I take a dream breath to secure the lucidity and it's confirmed that I'm dreaming.

I say, who is here? And the blonde that's with rusty says, just me. I put on my boxers and turn around. She is sitting on a brick window sill and is completely naked. I walk over to her and get right up in her face. She smiles but backs off a little bit. I say, excuse me, do you mind if I sit next to you.
She says, no, that's fine
I ask why she's naked and she tells me that she didn't want me to feel self conscious.
I ask if she wants me to take my boxers off and she tells me how about I just let the little guy out. She reaches in and starts playing with me. I'm staring at her breasts as she plays with me. She says, I bet you like this, and I bet you really like when I use both hand and play with the head.
I get a huge rush of pleasure and wake up.

I'm living in a guest bedroom at Mrs. E's house. She has taken up with a new boyfriend. This is a hyper, anxious black guy with a mullet and all he wears is black spandex biking shorts. I'm lying on a bed still made quietly when he comes in the room to clean, he's talking to him self and running all over the place with a feather duster, less as if he's dusting and more as if he's searching for something. Later that day I tell R that I think his mom's new BF is probably a drug addict and I think he was looking for his meth in my room. (dream me is a little racist this morning.)

R laughs and says "that's crazy". We are hanging out in the kitchen. 70's style with round table in the middle of the room with a plastic floral print green tablecloth.

Suddenly there's a fire. People aren't noticing it a first because it's happening between the walls and I can only see it as if behind a sheet of white paper. I can however smell the smoke and hear the crackling embers. "guys look, THE HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN!"

Now everybody is standing on the front lawn and we are watching the house burn down. The crazy BF is nowhere to be seen anymore. Mrs E says "but, he was here just a second ago." I can feel the cool grass beneath my feet and between my toes. It is a very bright green.

Then a fireman comes out of the house holding a glass stem burnt black. "It looks like this started the fire" Mrs E wants to know what it is; the fireman replies "it looks like a crack pipe, not that I've ever smoked crack." we all look at him funny.

I am captain of a rogue spaceship. Our crew is on the run from interplanetary authorities. The walls of the ship are gleaming white and the floor is white tile with black diamond grout pattern. I am taking a routine tour of my ship and visiting the ship's technician. He works in an empty room the size of a large banquet hall. We wear white jumpsuits and dull green rubber shoes. He starts an argument with me. About a week prior we lost a crewman who was working outside on the hull to a flash meteor storm. The crewman was separated from the ship's tether and sent flying into the void. The technician is adamant that we find this crewman and I have to convince him that the poor sop is long dead by this point. Our technician doesn't want to accept this grim reality but I know I have to make the tough decision. I touch the middle finger on my right to my right palm and speak into my wrist. I say "Show him".


A large wall flashes from white to black and video of the event comes up. We see the crewman in a deep space work suit using a large blowtorch with a green flame on a gleaming white panel in the black of space. He is floating about two feet from the ship connected by a white nylon rope tied around his waist. Out of nowhere a large red rock flies into the screen from the left, smashing into the crewman and knocking him away. The camera pans to follow and we see the worker spin out of control until he is a speck and then nothing. I look away from the screen and the ship's technician is crying.

I am watching a video on my Zune about McGruff the crime dog, he's helping me take a bite out of crime. He is warning me about the dangers of dream gangs in my neighborhood. He says that they are going to come and snatch my dreams. I went out to the car carrying a big blanket with my earbuds in. My focus was parked on a side street. .I wrapped the blanket around me as I looked for my car. There was a group of women around and they were looking for their cars too. It was nighttime on the street. I found my car and put some weezer on my zune. I was getting ready to go to sleep when one woman told me not to sleep over there or the gangbangers would find me. I looked back up and saw a bunch of scary dudes prowling all over the cars. That's when the old tan van with the hippy couple pull up and ask me if I need a ride. I said sure.

I get in the van and there's no seats in the back, just a mattress on the bed of the van. The girl is driving and the guy is sitting shotgun. They are singing. I lie down on the mattress and put on the video and try to watch some of it. There is a cartoon oak tree sitting in a meadow with a blue sky. A male voice says "I want to tell you about lucid dreaming. You could be lucid dreaming right now." They ask me if this is my house and I look outside the van. It is. I thank them and I get out of the van.

I walk up to the front door and my key doesn't work. I walk around the back and there's a new cement patio and lots of construction. I see a little girl and I realize that this isn't my house. It starts to rain. A Little blonde girl comes out of a sliding glass door and asks me what I'm doing. I say that I'm just a little lost but please not to tell anybody, I am going to leave as soon as I figure out a way to cover up my Zune and figure out where my house is. I put the zune in my pocket and walk over to my house.

When I get to my house it's morning time. I walk inside the back door and people are sitting in my kitchen around the table laughing and looking at papers. Ed Helms is reading from a list of my lucid dreams and laughing every couple of seconds. I sit at the table and put on my zune again. I see the Tree in the meadow and an apple falls from the tree. The voice speaks. "there are many ways to find out if you are dreaming. You could be dreaming right now" then I wake up.