non-lucid

I saw Atlas Shrugged yesterday and I am studying to drive an 18 wheeler. These truths combined in a dream.

There was a valley in Arizona that was supposed to be perfect for truck drivers. It was a paradise supposedly.
I trusted that, though it seemed like it would be hot as Hell. It looked like AZ. It was a desert valley surrounded by
somewhat baron, rocky mountains. I was happy there was a place that was supposed to be so great for truckers.

I started down a hill into a valley. This may have been the same dream, maybe not. The valley was different now.
Anyway, I was with a girl or I saw a girl and I wanted to be with her. We were friendly with each other, but I don't
remember much about that part of the dream.

This dream bled into a new scene where I was setting up a furniture display. I set up a chair cushion and a bunch of
covers. The assembly fell onto the floor and got the top cover dirty. I was going to throw the whole assembly away when
someone told me it wouldn't be necessary. I couldn't sell them though, so I went to store them where I could keep them.

I was putting them in a drawer or something when my boss from an old insurance job I used to have appeared. She didn't
say anything that I remember, but she was still a...well...that doesn't matter.

I saw a brown and green finch that was flying loose. It was a pet, I think mine, so I thought I should get it some water.
I got a tiny flower pot. I cleaned it out and started filling it up. There was a hole in the bottom, so I was going to have to
do something about that, but the dream ended there.

Ronas house

I was at an old girl friends house--RR's. She and her mother love the ocean and the mountains in waking life.
In the dream, they had a water-fall in the back yard. It was gorgeous.

The house became a party house. Snoop Dogg was there. I went outside and there was an Amusement park
outside. I saw Dr. Seuss characters, though none looked exactly right. One was a modified Cat in the Hat.

Back in the house I was given ear ring parts and other small items to divy up when I was told
it would be "$300 or 400 for the night." I wasn't expecting that. No wonder
Snoop would be there. He could afford it. Then I seemed to remember that I
had been made aware it would be that much to stay there, and you only go to
stay the night. It wouldn't matter if you left early, you still have to pay
the full night amount.

A friend was at a pool behind the house. Someone was explaining how we had the view of the waterfall.
There were these industrial ramps or something, but someone had cracked the skull and
the ramp that would have blocked our view was never rebuilt.

I went walking outside and saw a strange mechanically moving ornament in the tree. It had gears and wheels that turned.
It was very intricate.

Then my friend jumped in the pool and started talking to some guys over a wall. I checked it out
and saw them. They were rude, so I said something ugly to them.

Later, in the hall of the house, a huge guy with a strange build--long torso and long arms, strong, came up to me and said something provocative.
I pushed the guy to show I was not afraid. He pushed me harder. He looked like he would have kicked my ass.
I punched him lightly. I told him I could hit him hard, but I didn't see it coming to any good end. Why fight.
I wasn't being afraid. I just got to feeling like fighting wasn't the answer. I admitted to him it appeared he
could kick my ass, but that wasn't the reason I didn't want to hit him.

Dream Skip

I turned into a large, white room. It looked so barron. I said, "This is like jail...or heaven!" Then I was eating blueberry sherbert with someone. It was very blueberry, though kind of gummy. At first the person I was with liked it, then not so much. I couldn't understand what was not to like about the rich blueberry!

Dream Skip

I had tickets to something. I decided I wanted to take someone else to the event.
The friend i was taking had to go to Japan for a Japanese language test so he couldn't
go. I told my other friend whom I don't know in waking life that he could go.

I was looking at houses for sale. I went oven a hill and jumped it the way I did
in a recent dream. I was in some kind of shopping cart or something. I had to balance
the cart in the air so I didn't fall forward.

There was more to it, but it is foggy. I wanted to go back up the road, but the jump
was harder to traverse the other way.

So busy, I don't know how anyone else keeps up with their journal!

Yesterday:

I was in a specialty store. It was full of people buying things you really had to get at this store for the quality of the product and type of product.

It was a long line, and all I had was a little salami--not worth standing in the line. Then everyone turned around and I was towards the front. Didn't seem fair, but whatever.

I needed to go to my truck to get something, but there were dark ash grey wolves beyond it. They were the size of coyotes. I knew I could make it to the truck, but not back to the line. I went anyway.

The close wolf was close enough to get me and he was really ferocious looking.

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Another Hell sequence. First it was Purgatory "to look down on me," then it was Hell. About 5 people were there and one was in a clown outfit. Colors were red and yellow and decorated as if for kids.

It wasn't scary, but it was Hell.

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In another dream I forget most of it, but I had a long hair coming out of my back that I could communnicate through like a phone. The end was a speaker.

I was going to tell a lady I talked to through the hair-phone that I was going to cut the hair and then I couldn't use it as a phone, but I thought that was gross to tell her, so I didn't. I never did cut the hair
either. ???

This is the second weird hair dream I've had. Once I was reading a poem made out of braided hair--now it's a phone made of a piece of hair.
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Now, on to last nights dream:

My alarm clock went off to NPR news. This bled into my dream. I remember I was controlling a little remote control corvette in front of a real corvette. In my mind this corresponded with the news some how.

Then, there was a bridge that disconnected me from the other side. It disallowed me from crossing something, but allowed others to cross to me. Strange.

Then there were these storm troopers dressed in black, on horse-back, with bow and arrows. I didn't have a weapon. they poured in to where I was on either side of an out-door type room I was in.

I knew they would kill me because I had nowhere to escape and there were so many of them.

Two weird creatures flew in and landed on the wall. One was an alien lizard, the other some other type of alien lizard thing. I was going to try to at least take one of them out, but I was about to be shot by an arrow.

I couldn't believe I was about to be killed. I was afraid of the pain. I did get shot in the back, but it didn't hurt.

Then I woke up.

Background note: I used to work at AIG. I did some unique, creative work for them which they liked. I was "promoted" a few times, but never rewarded with rank or title; but I was given better work. The used me for two years.

Dream:

There was more dream that led up to this but I forgot it, so I start out in a strange vehicle flying over the Japanese nuclear disaster.

With the plant shut down, they are releasing all the sea water being used to cool the spent rods back into the ocean as it will be diluted by the rest of the ocean.

I was being flown in a long box thing with windows. It flew by jet power or something. I looked down and saw the water rushing. There were officials overseeing the operation on top of secured train cars with water almost touching their feet, but they were safe some how.

The driver of my vehicle swoops down very fast and erratically and comes very close to the water, but we kept circling. It was like we were the news. Then, the driver becomes this Armed Forces guy--very serious, and he DOES go into the water...and we are not enclosed anymore. We have to hold our breath!

We go deeper until my head is under water. WTF?! The guy doesn't even warn me? So we are cruising deeper and deeper and I think this is pretty ridiculous now, and soon I need to come up for air.

I make it back to the top for air. Now I feel like I need to save the other guy, so I take four deep breaths to get oxygen back to my brain, I started feeling better, and then I went back down to see how the guy was doing.

Now I'm with my dad. We are all in Army attire but kind of futuristic (my dad was in the army), and we are lined up as if at a bank. My dad and I are signing papers.

My dad said to me quietly, "See, I've never had to sign papers with three other people." Only three people were signing the paper, but that is what he meant. (His point was that someone else could change something later and then his signature would still be on the paper, and he didn't feel comfortable with that.)

Soon, the person behind the counter was an old boss J.H. I was going back to work with her at AIG...kind of. The papers I was signing indicated permissions. I was allowed to map drives on my computer to Google and certain other programs.

I asked about it for more information and J.H. told me how my dad and I were signing the papers because I was known for talking a lot before. I couldn't get my argument out in this dream of how much I did for this company, so I said, "When do I get a promotion?!"

At this point they let the cat out of the bag. J.H. pointed to a man on her left and said I'll be working with the devil.

Fuckin' A! I looked at my dad realizing we were in Hell. Then, very quickly, I realize this I'm in a dream. Cool! I decide I'm going to bitch-slap the devil! I turn to my dad and say, "Watch this!" Then I walked around the other side of the counter and told this bitch of a lady who knew I was going to Hell, "Watch this! Hey...watch this!" I couldn't really get her attention.

I woke up. Still, of all the times to go lucid, I was really happy for that moment!

I was in a warehouse. There was some kind of issue which I didn't understand, though neither did I question it. I had a 9mm gun and I was ready.

I wanted something with more punch, and there was a rack of rifles, so I took one. It was really heavy, but I kept it. It takes too much energy in a dream to pick out a new rifle!

I tested the rifle towards a warehouse bay door. There was no bolt. Instead, I would shake the rifle a couple times and get two more shots.

The bad guys backed up a box truck full of weapons. The back of the truck was open and I could see all the guns in the back.

There was an Uzi near the truck with a magazine beside it. I thought I would run get it, but I was afraid the bad guys would pour out any second. Then I decided I better get it because I didn't like the hand gun or the rifle I had.

I ran and picked up the Uzi and the magazine which was wood (I was dreaming about would a couple nights ago all over the place). It was shaped like a long Kit-Kat bar, but made of wood. Also, there was a filler mag in the gun made of foam.

The End

A bumble bee landed on my forehead. I was afraid it would sting me, but I started trying to videotape myself with the bee on my head instead of trying to get it off.

Eventually I got a stick to give to someone to help me get it off.

--

I had a lover. She was a real beauty. I kissed her on the mouth a little, but it wasn't vivid.

I ended up at the airport with some friends and this woman. I got out and saw my dad there. I felt I needed to explain why I was with this other woman, but it never happened.

Then I was in some room with a bunch of friends (no faces). My new woman became a wild, tribal black woman. She started doing a wild dance. She got a 2 X 4 and started banging it into her groin. This had to do with her being "beautiful," so her dance was sexual. I was stunned. Later she was white again, and beautiful.

--

I was at a BMX competition. I ended up on a bike on the front lawn, not in the competition. I could only hang on the handlebars by the very end of the bars, so I didn't have a good grip; still, I took off and went so fast approaching a chained-off walkway, I had to do a bunny-hop. I was surprised I got about a foot of lift or more and was able to clear the chain.

I started to use pedal brakes and was afraid that I had a fly-wheel. My pedal brakes worked and I started to skid and slow down.

Then I was overlooking the BMX competition. The track was more of an obstacle course and looked just about impassible. It would have been ridiculous in waking life. It was a crevice with the hill-side closing in on the narrow, rocky path.

I move to get another view, pushing aside a thick plastic curtain. It comes down from where it was loosely tacked up. There are a few guys on the other side and one gets upset.

I tell him I'll fix it, he gave me some wood, and said to his friend, "Here you are my leave," trying to sound aristocratic. He said that twice.

I responded sarcastically, "I'm not going to take this (wood), and I think you mean, 'Here you are my liege' (which he did).

Then I was in a warehouse with Chuck Norris. (This is the second dream in a month I have had of Chuck Norris ) He started telling me about women. He said, "Some of them want the (Male) cat, some of them want the cat and the dog! The dog represented the counterpart to a cat, or another way of representing the man. Maybe this is to say that some women want a sensitive man, and some want a sensitive man who also has a macho side to him.

I was going to help Chuck unload and stack three carts of plywood against a wall.

--

Dream skip to where I am somehow claiming a portion of land. I am with my brother, and I have a hand-held tiller much like a hand-held vacuum. I'm tilling the outside border of the land I want to mark it off.

I end up at a building which is apparently a church. A friend and I have stashed a couple cases of soda in the church and we are considering it a good thing to have it stashed to get at a later time.

There was something else stashed of more value, but I never really knew what it was.

--

I don't know where I was coming from; I forget, but I was in a shopping cart or something, cruising down the street and up a hill so fast that I flew threw the air.

I had to lean back or else I would fall forwards and crash. I landed in a restaurant.

--

I was in my house alone. Three women came in without knocking or anything, and started running around. At least two of them were really cute, but it was still kind of disturbing. Then a fourth girl, a black girl came in. One of them said they were just checking the place out and looking for something. Then they left and my wife came home.

--

I was at some kind of party. There were escalators going up to another level.

As if it were an instructional video, I saw how the escalators could take small tanks up, and if they weighed too much, they would get a jolting bump to push them up to the next step to help them out.

Then, I was going up the escalator. There was a heavy-set black lady in front of me who couldn't make it up. I couldn't understand why when the escalator would help her.

Then I was in another room trying to explain what had happened to a bunch of people who were socializing. I started explaining how the escalator could help bump up a tank, but this big lady couldn't make it.

I started to explain how that was what happened in a dream I had. I was getting confused if it was real or I had dreamed it. Casually but quickly, everyone started going outside. They left me feeling really stupid on the couch.

Then there was a guy who rode his bike everywhere. He was like super bicycle man with a blue, yellow, and white spandex outfit and matching helmet. He did it by choice, but Work was about 40 miles away, and when I told him I couldn't believe he rode his bike there, he rolled his eyes because it was so far.

We walked off talking about some stuff; I forget what. Eventually I was going to let him go, but then I saw a gun at his side. I asked what kind it was. I forget what kind it was, but he let me see it. I removed the action the way you would remove a camera from a tripod. Strange.

Then I released the mag and looked at the bullets. I said, "Hollow-point 40's?" He said, "Yea. It is awesome knowing about guns, isn't it?" I agreed. (I know a little about guns in waking life; not much.)

He finally left.

I was in some kind of club or coffee shop with some friends and my brother. My brother saw some cool people and wanted to impress them. He said something to get their attention. It embarrassed me, so I just ignored the whole situation.

Then one of them mentioned a song I put out on FB recently. One of the cool guys liked a song I recommended. I was happy to have an in with the cool guys.

I reminded him of the song, Mouth Full of Diamonds. I told him that an even better song is Spin Spin Sugar. I was surprised I could remember the name of both songs. I kind of knew something was weird. I could have become lucid there, but didn't.

I then saw a red head I had a crush on in 3rd grade. She was with her sister. I don't know if she really has a sister.

Then I was in a hotel room or something. I was on a bed with a blond and a brunette. The blond seemed OK with me getting with her. She was on her stomach. I had my hand under her and she started bouncing on the bed so that her breast ended up in my hand as she bounced.

Then some people came in from a field trip or something, including a man who ruined everything for me. I couldn't get with either girl with him their. Then their was another read head on the bead turned another direction. It was VERY cramped. I kind of saw her breast. She had a wife-beater type undershirt on.

I got frustrated and lay on my stomach and rested.

The End

I was in someones front yard, but it was across the street from my neighbors in waking life. I was with my wife or my cousin N

I said, "Let's fly," and I took off. I saw the stars. I got heavy above the trees. I was not lucid.

--

I lost some kind of contest. I was walking down hill at night towards a restaurant or something.

I made it in went to a room to get dressed. I put on the clothes and wig that Americans wore in Washington's time. I stood very proud so as to not be bothered that I lost the contest.

--

I was outside and saw a mated pair of Bald Eagles. I couldn't believe it. They circled above. Then I noticed they were chasing hawks out of their territory.

I grabbed a professional video camera. I thought it was mine. As I started taking video of the eagles, I started playing the harmonica. That was weird; it was attached to the camera. It only played one note.

I took more video and played the harmonica that was up to my mouth again.

I looked at the camera and noticed it was a strange dream version of my brother's old XL-1. It was partly blue and had wires making on empty frame underneath the body of the camera. I tried to see the harmonica, but it wasn't very obvious.

In waking life, my father taught harmonica. He also went to a Deepak Chopra seminar where he was told that the eagle is his animal spirit or something.

Dream skip: I'm in a building and receiving sun glasses. I'm some black market distributor. I am happy because this means money, but I realize I'm in business with thugs. This is dangerous business.

I start seeing guys that get bigger and tougher up the chain of command. Each one is stronger than the next.

Finally I see the big boss. He's a black guy. One of the white guys tries to make me look good. He climbs up onto a platform, I get ready, and as he jumps me, I grab his jacket and throw him to the floor. This is designed to show that I can handle myself.

I start hitting, though pulling my punches. Again, I am just showing what I could do, though I was slow and very unconvincing.

I end up in a car with two black girls. I'm stroking the hair of one of them and I wonder if the other one accepts me.

--

My nephew was depicted as a cartoon character. He was outside in the snow. His mother called him Snow Cheese.

Then his mother started drawing cartoons of him. She was coming up with the text effortlessly. They were funny, but I never knew what they said.

Rare Coins Found

I was floating down a large creek in a boat with a few other people I don't see the boat or the people. A lot of my dreams are like that.

Someone mentions that someone gave a person named Oro (gold in Spanish) some silver...or something like that. I thought that was odd. Then we past some rocks. There were coins spilled all over the place.

I looked at a nickel and saw it was a war nickel (in waking life minted 1942 to 1945, 40% silver with a large mint mark above the Monticello). I saw the S above the Monticello, so I said, "Hey, a war nickel!" On closer inspection I noticed that all the coins were silver, and many were very rare, special pieces. It was a treasure!...but it wasn't ours!

We started picking up as many as we could. I filled to sport-coat pockets full, and of course I filled my mouth with them

Dream skip: We are all in a building and I get the feeling someone suspects we found the coins. I try not to look suspicious. I can't talk obviously or I'm busted. Someone asked why I have my hands in my pockets. I look like, "Whatever. I'm just walking around."

I tell someone about the coins in my mouth and he says, "Just take an aspirin." He was no help!

That's all I remember.

A Brush with an OGF

I was with a girl who used to torture me in waking life. I put my hand on her shoulder and very slowly inched towards her breast. She let me and I felt very relieved, but I never actually got to touch her. I just know that in my dream, the point was that she let me. It was like a dream saying, "Yada yada" right at the good part.

Anyway, then she was across the table and I couldn't be close to her. A sweet, sweet beauty but so, so cold! That's the way she always treated me in waking life and that was the end of that dream.

HUGE Tatooed Construction Workers

I was in a strange house. I looked out a window and saw a huge construction vehicle. It was like something you see on a PBS special about huge vehicles that you never get to see in waking life. I was amazed.

There were guys lined up on the ground all...doing something...at the side of the vehicle. They were like 7 foot tall body builders, all tattooed, every last one of them. I saw their builds. Just as in waking like, they had different body types, and I just looked down the line, amazed at how someone got a special crew of monster sized people. They must have been working on a very special project.

I kept going down the line until there was another truck. This truck was smaller, and had smaller guys, but I was thinking that if it weren't for those huge guys, these guys would all look pretty big to me.

Then there was a guy in a bobcat driving on top of two construction vehicles. He needed to be up hi for some reason, but what a ridiculous balancing act.

The End

Strange Movie Set

I was on some kind of movie set. A scene was acted out where a guy lost his head. I forget how he lost it, but when he was supposed to lose his head, he would press a button on his neck and his head would pop off.

His head was separate from his body, talking, asking if they should do the scene over where his head is cut off with a sword instead of however he lost it the first time.

The End

I was at my Dad's old house with my wife. Another family lives there now in waking life, and I knew that in my dream. I kept telling my wife, "Let's get out of here!"... but she was on her computer and wasn't moving.

I looked out the window of the kitchen door. I was afraid someone from the next house would see that someone was in my Dad's old house when they weren't supposed to be.

A car started to pull in the driveway. I just knew we were busted; but the car never drove up the driveway. that happened twice.

I told my wife to come on again, but she was eating a pan of pound cake or swirl bread. I decided to leave by myself. I slipped out the back door certain someone would see me leaving, but I had to get out of there.

The dream ended.

I had other dreams, but I can't remember them. Maybe I'll remember them later.

I was waiting in line or something trying to register myself as a character for the LD Video Game.

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I was back at school in a class with my head on the desk. I was asleep. I knew I had to wake up to get to my own class. I was already late, so I made myself wake up. I was scared about getting into my class late.

I got up and as I walked out, I looked at the teacher. She didn't look at me. As I looked for my class, I said hi to an old acquaintance by his last name "Zski" (though I used his complete last name). I said hello to an old teacher "Mrs. Jpe" (used real last name), and I gave her a hug. I saw an old friend "Swn Tnnt." I was nervous that I couldn't find my class room. What was I, stupid?

The End
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I was walking along outside when I saw a large trash can--the type supplied by trash companies.

The lid was open and there was a girl about 5 yrs old, and two babies in the trash. They were sleeping--kind of. I was terrified for them. Someone with me stood up inside the trash can.

I told the DC to be careful a few times, but he/she kept almost stepping on the head of one of the babies. Finally they weren't standing in the trash can anymore.

I asked the girl who was the care taker of the babies if they wouldn't rather just sleep outside in nature, but I realized that that could be dangerous

I was thinking about helping them somehow. Then there were only two girls and they were older now. One took off her pants the way entertainers do with special pants designed to come completely away by ripping them off. Both were cute.

Then I was with my brother I think. He climbed into the back of a pup-truck and I followed. I told him he shouldn't sit on the tail gate, but he wouldn't listen. I don't really know where we were going.

The End

I was driving a van. There was a prehistoric dog next to me that was excavated and lived. He was more ferocious than any dog on Earth today.

With my right hand, I broke off a piece of wood about 2" x 2" x 1 1/2' that was loosely secured to the side of my seat. I needed to protect myself. I kind of gave the dog a whack, but didn't really want to hurt it, so I ended up just pushing it towards the sliding door. In waking life I was recently working in my attic and had to deal with 3 wasps. I caught and released two. The third I didn't really want to kill, but ended up trying to by pushing it against the rafters, though he got away.

The dog became submissive after I pushed him towards the door of the van. I asked a dream character if it could really be a dinosaur dog. I don't really remember him answering, though I got the feeling he said that it was dug up.

--

I saw a driveway, not mine, with flowers that I left. I went to get them. I picked up a 1 gal pot with a rose, and some much smaller pot. I couldn't get the third.

There was a hole at the side of the driveway. I put the plant I couldn't take in the hole to protect it. Then I realized I shouldn't have, so I got in the hole and put it back out. I climbed out of the hole disturbed that I had to get a little dirty, then the owner of the house turned into the driveway.

I was busted! I was thinking about explaining to the lady that came home that they were actually my plants. That dream ended there.

Prediction: I am going to have charged dreams tonight. I hope to go lucid.

I had my first day of trucking school today. I drove a tractor trailer. This should be a great stimulus to induce great dreams. Also, I'm going to pretend to shoot fireballs from my hands and watch things blow up before I go to bed. I am hoping acting out will help me go lucid and have better control. I will then try to enter my nightmare.

I have been talking with someone on DV who suggested that I pretend as I did when I was a kid, whatever my dream goal is. Much of that conversation took place last night. Before going to bed, I spent a little while pretending that I could shoot fireballs from my hands. Then I went to bed.

I was in a park. A DC told me to pretend with my Dream Goal, so I started pretending that I was shooting fireballs at trees, that they exploded, and the explosion blew me backwards.

The DC didn't seem to be impressed by my ability to pretend. Soon the DC tells me to look down the hill. I see my daughter with a lighted ball. This represents some kind of success. It is "like a fireball." It was pretty cool, and I suppose it was a great tool to pretend it is a fireball.

My daughter throws it up to me, and I turn and throw it up to my son. We play this for couple throws until one time I throw it to my son and it doesn't make it all the way to him. It starts to roll towards him, but turns and goes across the street.

The next thing I know he is across the street with the ball. I run over to him and explain that he has to look both ways. It is a $1.00 ball that I can buy again, and nothing is more important than him being safe. At that point, the ball was not the lighted ball anymore.

This wasn't what I wanted for last night, but at least my intention came through in my dreams.

Note: Yesterday I met my brother and his wife and their 1 1/2 year old son at Stone Mountain. I asked both about their LDing. I later went to a friends house and we went back and climbed Stone Mountain to see the "super moon" last night. It was full and really close to Earth last night. I see that as three stimuli that could have helped me go lucid just now.

I was a slave along with hundreds of other people, to aliens (I never saw). We had built a huge wooden tower and were now painting it. The paint was unnecessarily thick and difficult to use.

I was working with a group that I really liked including a girl that I liked. We somehow broke away from everyone and made for a grassy knoll. There were some rocks (like man-placed stones we saw at Stone Mountain). I threw some into some trees that lay just beyond the path of rocks. I was trying to hit the trees. Someone else started to do the same. We encouraged him to hit what he could.

Then I lay down to go to sleep on the hill. I woke up and everyone was gone. I realized I was under a spell that made it really hard to wake up and move. I decided I better catch up with my friends and get back to work otherwise I may sleep forever, or the aliens could get mad that I left and was sleeping.

I forced myself to get up; I was so-o-o-o tired. I worked my way up the hill and towards the top, very tired, I forced myself to run up so there would be no lying back down.

I found the tower and started looking for my friends. I really needed to find my group and pretend as though I had been working on it the whole time.

I worked with them, but then went to a hire point on the tower. I saw myself in a mirror, though I didn't see the mirror. I was wearing a black knit cap and looked like I had had a really rough day.

I then found the girl that I liked. She could see that I was feeling rough, but I knew that everyone felt rough from working so hard. I felt guilty for trying to gain her sympathy, but I thought it would make her like me.

I took my black cap off and put on a blue one and I felt much better.
Soon I realized I better get back to work again. I am back on the tower looking for my friends. They are the group at the top painting. The paint was as thick as the Nutella we ate at the mountain last night, and it was the same color. (You think I carried the Nutella into my dream?)

I was working around this guy with a bicycle at the top of the tower. I was trying to get to painting. Then someone had to go to the bathroom. I did too, so I went with him. The bathrooms were like something cattle would use. There were these super-long gates to the stalls. It is hard to explain, but I realized it was too weird and that I was dreaming.

I was a little afraid that if I defected and my job was real, the aliens would be mad, but I didn't think much about it. I sat down in defiance and was lucid.

I looked at my righth hand. I had written on it with a red pen. I tried really hard to focus on the numbers and make sense of them. There was a long division symbol with the numbers and the word "look!" It didn't mean anything, so I looked up in the sky to see the stars thinking about a recent dream where I did that and saw stars. I saw them again.

I decided to try my personal task which was to revisit an old nightmare. I stated the address of the house where I had the nightmare. Then I tried to make a ring of ashes appear. I couldn't do it. I tried to make them red hot even though I couldn't make them appear. I saw a place get red hot, but I couldn't sustain it. The next step would have been to have a demon appear in the red-hot ring of ashes.

I got frustrated that I couldn't make my nightmare begin. I tried to make fireballs shoot from my hand, or to just appear in my hand. No luck, so I started to fly. It was fun but I couldn't enjoy it. I wanted to enter my nightmare, so it was totally disappointing.

I was flying around my old stomping ground and thought of someones idea discussed in the Lucid Dream Game Idea thread--super-speed. I tried it. It kind of worked and kind of didn't, so I just started flying around.

There were some bicyclists. The were amazed that I was flying. Someone asked who I was. I gave them the wrong name and then someone called my by my complete real name. I asked how they knew and they said people knew me and were calling out to me.

I flew through a restaurant. It was really cramped. I made my way out the back and then I woke up.

Note: Next time I LD, I plan on trying to find my old house. I think I may have better luck if I try to reproduce my nightmare in the proper location. I don't know why I didn't try to fly to my old house. I guess I just didn't think of it.