Mewkitty's Meanderings

**Mewkitty** · 01-01-2006 08:36 PM

Hello and welcome to my Dream Journal! Come on in, grab a snack, get as comfy as you like. Please feel free to post comments, ask questions, give advice (you will be loved if you do), or just make fun of the crazy things that I dream up!

Currently Improving: Believing that I can control my dream. I've gotten very down after all my 'room dreams' in which I wasn't able to find a way to move properly, light up my room, or leave it, and I've subconsciously lost some faith in my lucid abilities. Must... remedy...!!

Recurring Symbols or Scenarios:
--Tornados. They're frigg'n everywhere! They're my universal "THIS IS YOUR DOOOOM!" symbol. But somehow I always manage to avoid them or they go off course in the nick of time.
--Dreams in which I am trying to hide but cannot find a hiding place. I usually wake up before I'm caught.
--'Room Dreams': I wake up in my bed, but I cannot move right (like when your foot goes to sleep, only all over). The room is dark, and I usually try to turn on the lights, which don't turn on. I often realize it's a dream, sometimes I go lucid, but most of the time I just groan inwardly and try to wake myself up.
--My family often shows up in my dreams. My sister shows up the most (though she looks like a freckled redhead in my dreams), and my mom shows up occasionally. My dad almost never shows up, though.

Current Dreaming Habits as of January 10th:
--My default stabilization technique is to rub my hands while looking at them. It's gotten unreliable, though, so I am working on switching to verbal commands.
--My flying is lackluster at best. Still. I find flapping my arms gives the best results--doing this results in me getting about 10 feet up. Then, I can spread my arms and glide down, but I can't get any higher.
--Most of my non-lucid dreams are in third person. I am controlling myself in the dream, but I can see myself through a mental 'camera'.
--My lucid dreams are usually in first person.
--In many, if not most of my dreams, I realize that I am dreaming. But instead of becoming lucid, I accept it as just a common fact and continue on my merry way ('this is a dream' seems as ordinary as 'this is Tuesday'--nothing to get excited about).
--You know that running-through-jello feeling you sometimes get when trying to run fast? Instead of that, I get a running-on-the-moon feeling, which is just as annoying as the former. I can't get any purchase or run fast--I just float and bounce.

Landmark Dates:
January 1st, 2006--First Official Lucid Dream!
January 7th, 2006--Second Lucid
February 2nd, 2006--First Partial WILD
February 26th, 2006--First Complete WILD
June 9th, 2006--10th Lucid Dream!

Lucid Indicator: If I attain lucidity in a dream, the title will be posted in blue. The actual lucid sections of the dream will also be be in blue.

**Mewkitty** · 01-01-2006 08:46 PM

Flying dreams! Here are the three flying dreams I have had previous to starting this journal.

Flight at McDonalds--when I was 8~10
This is one of my oldest dreams. I was in the playground of our McDonalds in Colorado. This McDonalds playground was awesome--in addition to the standard tunnels, slide, and ball pit, it had a 'net area' that was about fifteen feet across and big enough to stand up in, all made out of rope net. It was a fun place. Anyway, in this dream, I stood up on the top of the slide and flapped my arms as hard as I could. And I levitated off the ground! It was only a few inches, but I was very surprised and delighted. I got on the ground and tried it again, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't fly again. Very frustrating.

Flight over White Pole Road--when I was 11~13
In this dream, I was officially flying! I was holding my arms out to the side and flapping them like a bird to fly. It was quite easy, actually. The problem? I was afraid of heights! I was flying over White Pole Road (a long road in Japan with shops on either side) and it was very stormy out, looking like it could rain at any moment. I was about 50 to 100 feet in the air. Then, to make things even better, some psychos on the ground started shooting at me! So I was too scared to go any higher, and I was too scared to land. In all, it made for a very unsatisfying flying experience.

Flight from the Window--2005
I only remember a snippet of this dream. I had taken a coil of wire that was important to the 'bad guys' in the dream and was running up some winding stairs with it. The coil was shaped like a ring, and as I ran I felt it tightening around my finger. Once I got to the top, I was in a small room, and the 'bad guy' caught up with me and started gloating about how I couldn't get away. I suddenly became lucid and thought, "Why don't I fly out the window? This is a dream, after all." As I was jumping, I recall singing a bit of song from a tune of Phantom of the Opera (random, yes. It was a part from the end, "The tears I might have shed for your dark fate grow cold, and turn to tears of hate . . ." just with different words). Anyhow, I leapt, and could glide! I was so surprised at actually consciously influencing my dream that I woke up.

After the dream, I remember still feeling a funny feeling on my finger from where when the coiled wire had tightened around it. Very strange. This is also one time that I attained (limited) lucidity, although I didn't know it then. I just thought that I was using common sense in my dream for once.

More dreams...

The following two dreams are ones in which I have a whole past already laid out in the dream. It is as though I have lived in these places for my entire life already.

The Mountain Cabin/Lava--2004, perhaps?
In this dream, we lived on the side of a gently sloping mountain. We lived in a valley, with trees all around. Our house was a rustic cabin, rather large. We had several neighbors. When the dream scene panned in, the entire mountain was lit by a dark red glow. A flow of lava was coming down the mountain and we only had a little while to evacuate. All I can remember is trying to put out the lava with a garden hose...

This dream scared me so badly that I couldn't sleep afterwards. I had it while I was in my grandma's house, sleeping on the couch. All I could visualize in my head for the next ten minutes was a flow of lava coming down the hallway...

The Seven-Room House--also sometime in 2004
This dream was extremely realistic and I had a very profound sense of having lived there all my life (I'd love to visit back sometime in an LD). Anyway, in this dream, I lived in a house with a lot of other people. The house had seven rooms. The dream started in the 5th room--a very small, though cheery room where the little kids played. The vibe of the room was reminiscent of the nursery at church--happy and peaceful. The roof was sloped on one end of the room, and there was a small round table with juice cups and some toys on it. The whole place was lit with a dim, cheery yellow glow.

From here I went to a sliding-glass window in the 6th room. My dad was with me, and I went through the window outside. It was night outside. There was a grass lawn lining the outside of the house that extended about four feet, and from there it was dusty, hard dirt. After the lawn ended, there was a huge maze of large boulders, the color of the dirt and mountains you see in western movies, most of them larger than the typical car. This maze extended for about 100 feet, until it stopped at a ten-foot-high iron fence tipped with spikes. Outside the fence I could see the lights of a modern-day city extending out. I had never left the house in my life, and I wondered why we were locked in here.

Then I noticed that the mountain lions that inhabited the boulder maze were looking at me a bit too attentively. I slowly backed up and got back inside the 6th room. The 6th room was plain, with a wood floor and no lighting. The entire opposite wall made up the barrier between the 7th room. The 7th room contained monsters, and the wall that they shared was a light-absorbing black. After I left, people started screaming and saying that the monsters had come out of the seventh room... soon afterwards I woke up.

**Mewkitty** · 01-01-2006 09:07 PM

The Haunted House--January 7th, 2005 (Ohmygosh, a real date!

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This dream was in third person, like many of my dreams are. It started during the afternoon with us (a group of people, either a friend's family or my family) in a large van/truck, stopped in front of a big house in the forest. I believe it was a yellow or orange house, it was very large and almost mansion-ish. The forest was a pine forest like the one that's near our real-life house, and the whole thing was rather scenic with the sun shining brightly. I was in the back on some bluish-gray wool blankets and the back door was open (I don't even remember there being a back door). I was playing a Pokemon game on an old Gameboy (an OLD one, with no color). The only thing I remember is that at the starting screen you had to choose between a red or blue tree to start the game. I tried to shut off the game, but even with the power set to 'off', the screen was still on, flashing strange glitchy stuff and bits of Pokemon sprites (a lot like when you Gameshark and it messes up). I finally pulled out the game cartridge and that finally shut it off. When I put it back in and turned it on, it was not Pokemon anymore but some 'Alien Battle' game! I went to the select game screen, then went back to the start screen, and it was Pokemon again... AND the screen was in color! Even though the gameboy I was playing on only supported black and white. I was very confused by this whole turn of events.

The whole time this was happening, I was being told to get out because it was time to go to girl's camp. Girl's camp is a five-day-long camp that our church holds every year. Usually it's great fun, but for some reason I was really annoyed this time and didn't want to go. Apparently the girl's camp was going to be held at this house but I was really upset. I complained that I didn't even bring a change of clothes or anything and that I didn't want to go to this stupid girl's camp... I hadn't even known we were going until we stopped at the house and I was ordered out. Yeah... upsetting. I was mad.

The clarity of the dream started going downhill from here, and I only remember bits and peices of it. Or, it might be that the dream itself started to get more fragmented. I really don't know. The next scene I remember is that I was in a room in the house with some other girls and boys, all younger than me. The house had some sort of deep, disturbing legend, but I don't remember what it was. The feeling of it made it seem a lot like the haunted-house-murder legends that you hear in horror story books and I believe it had something to do with the house's owner (a large, sort of fat middle-aged lady that ran the house). Earlier on, I had had some mysterious prophesy or dream (dream in a dream?) that the house would flood and then burn.

Back to me in the room... the room itself was large and dark, with very nice wood floors and paneling, the lighting looking like it would come from a fireplace although I don't remember noticing one. It was a big room but it wasn't a main room, more of a side room with nothing in it. The kids with me were all nervous and whisper-y, sitting by one wall, and told me to come look. I went over and they were looking through some slats running along the base of the wall. I looked--the slats showed a view of the room below us. Unlike the room we were in, this room was eerie, empty, and starkly lit like a doctor's office, with dull white walls. It was big, and very tall compared to its floor size. The next thing I noticed was that the walls were spattered with bright red blood. This really freaked me out, and I got just as nervous as everyone else. I started to wonder what could have gotten all that blood all over the walls.

Then (with the viewpoints looking like a moviemaker took the shots in this part of the dream) I saw some of the gray pipes along the wall start to leak water. Small sprays of water started to hiss out of joints. Bits of connecting and some screws started to pop out of the pipes, and more water started to spray out. Eventually the room started to fill up with water. The rising water scared me and I wanted to get away from it. The water was clear, and the blood on the walls washed off where the water touched, and floated on the surface. But it was getting higher and higher...

The next scene was that I was outside the house. The other kids were outside, too, but they weren't near me and I wasn't paying attention to them at the time. It was nighttime, and everything was dark and gray, even the bright yellow house. If there was any color at all, it was very muted. The formerly scenic pine forest was... not scenic anymore. It now looked like something from a haunted graveyard. I was on a small slope near the house. At the front of the house, there was a driveway going out for about ten feet, then the land sloped down and leveled off again into forest about 30 feet down. There was no grass on the slope, only ashy dirt, bits of debris and cloth, and bones buried here and there. However I wasn't afraid about any of this. There were some small bones that looked like a little bird's skull and ribcage and I inspected and poked around at them with some interest.

Then, I looked up at the house and realized that it was on fire! The whole house was ablaze, but I didn't feel any heat from it, and even the flame seemed dull. I wasn't scared, only surprised. Then, I looked around some more, and noticed some very disturbing things going on... all around and down in the forest, there were strange ghosts, and ghouls, and demonish things, floating around and forming from the dust and bones on the ground.

The last part of the dream that I remember is that I was running away from the house up the road with a little girl who was my friend in the dream. We were going up the road when we were stopped by a demon/ghost/thing. It turned me into a whisp of whitish blue light (which was very bright, and contrasted sharply with the drabness of the surrounding scenery). The light wrapped around the little girl, and the demon/ghost/thing said that I was 'attached' to the little girl, or something like that. In some way or another he said that we could never separate from each other and that we'd be stuck together forever...

and then I woke up.

I posted this dream on another dream website, stating that the reason I might have had it was because I was stressed out by my Pokemon website. I got a very interesting and accurate interpretation, identifying all the symbolism in the dream, but it was lost when the site's forum went down and I had never saved it on my computer. I remember a bit though--the interpreter said that the bright yellow mansion probably represented the image I present to the world. Houses are normally representative of yourself, but in the case of a mansion the meaning changed. So, though I presented a cheery, yellow face on the outside, the inside was full of dark and disturbing secrets that eventually broke through. There were many, many other points made, and the whole interpretation really rang true to me. I wish I still had the original text.

Life of the Cat--July 14, 2005
This nightmare was surprising because it was in first-person. I usually have third-person 'movie dreams'--as if I'm watching a movie of something... usually consisting of cartoon/movie characters or other people I know doing something, and my emotions are like the ones I'd experience in a movie (not vivid as if the stuff was happening to me).

But anyway, this time it was as if I was actually in the movie. The viewpoints were like a movie's, but I was the main character, complete with emotions and fears. I was a human-sized kitty, in the style that I use when drawing my anime kitties. I believe my fur was a brownish-red, one of my favorite colors. Looking back, I thought that being a kitty was very cool, but in the dream I didn't think twice about it. It was as if I'd lived that way my entire life (this is usually the case in all my 'personal' dreams... I always have an entire alternate life made up for me in the dream).

Anyway, I can't remember the beginnings of the dream, but eventually it got to a very long sequence where I was in my room, trying to keep the door shut. I was keeping a human, a guy, in my room and someone (either my big sister--fictional, by the way, I only have a little sister in real life--or another family member) wanted to get to the human and I was trying to keep them away. Something bad would happen if they got to the human, probably involving him getting hurt. It was night time, but the room was very cheery and brightly lit (yellow walls, I believe), a stark contrast to the desperate mood me and the human were in. I pushed against the door and I dug my claws in the carpet and I finally put my back against the door and braced against the wall with my hind legs, but I could never seem to keep it shut. (I ALWAYS have these kinds of dreams, where I'm just not strong enough to do something... usually I'm trying to run away from something)

The dream seemed to fragment then, and I can't remember what happened next. But eventually it came to a scene where I was in another cheery, brightly lit (although bare) room with my big sister, who was another kitty with brownish-red fur. She was extremely mad at me for some reason. Then she grabbed a knife and started coming at me, so I freaked out and ran for the window. I believe this particular scene came from a time years ago when me and my real sister were arguing and she threatened me with a knife (she's two years younger than me but she's very dominant). Anyway, the window was shut so i just leapt and smashed right through the glass. At this point I vaguely remembered the human in my room and wondered why I suddenly decided to just abandon him after I spent all that effort protecting him. I also wondered why exactly I had been protecting him (sort of the way you would wonder about a plothole or plot device in a movie). I quickly switched my concentration back to escaping. I emerged outside in our backyard and landed on the fence. Our backyard was a plain grass yard, surrounded by a huge twenty-foot-high fence made out of logs. Beyond the fence was a dark, scary wooded area like the ones you would see in a horror movie (mist, creepy backlighting, etc... reminded me of the movie The Village. I couldn't sleep for three days after that movie...). There was a full moon out that night. I ran along the fence then started jumping across the roofs of our neighbor's houses, running away from my house.

Then I heard (as if it were a voiceover in a movie) my uncle, in the house, yelling at my big sister for making me run away. Apparently he thought that she'd made me run into the creepy woods on the other side of the fence, and it's not a good thing if people go into there for some reason (same way as it is in The Village... hmm). So she got really mad back, and started yelling. Her voice got very scary sounding as she yelled... like the way Galadriel sounded in the LotR movies when she got ring-happy. Then she decided that she would run away too. I was about four houses away at that point, and I was absolutely terrified because I knew she'd see me if she left at that moment. And I also knew that if she saw me, she would most likely chase me down and take out her rage on me. Just before she saw me, I woke up. I was so scared by the dream that I made myself stay awake for the rest of the night so that I wouldn't be able to continue the dream.

I had this dream the day after we got back to Germany from our month-long 'vacation' in America (family reunion... very stressful and un-vacationy). It took a total of 13 hours on a plane to get back, plus a lot of running and dragging suitcases, which might have made my body release the stress in a nightmare.

**Mewkitty** · 01-01-2006 09:24 PM

Ker-Pinch!--Sometime in 2005
This was the only dream in which I registered real pain. I was at my dad's house, sleeping on the top bunk as I usually did. In my dream, I was at some sort of beach, by the sea or by a river. Suddenly I felt a horrible pain in my finger, like the time that I got bit by a Tokay Gecko in Thailand (I was wearing a bandage on my hand for weeks from that! It was awful). I raised my hand, and there was a huge, horrible bug squeezing down on my poor finger! It looked like an earwig, except it had pinchers on its mouth instead of its rear. I saw a drop of blood squeeze out of my fingertip. Then I woke up suddenly. However, my finger still hurt from the dream! I spent the next ten minutes fidgeting and wiping my finger on the cover, paranoid that this four-inch-long bug might still be creeping around somewhere in my bed...

Bloody Mirror--Sometime in 2005
All I can remember is that I was standing in a dimly-lit bathroom, in front of the sink. I looked into the mirror, and my face was all blotchy and reddish! Like I had bloody bruises all over my face. I was really surprised and scared. I touched my finger to my forehead and looked at it, and it had blood on it. Then I looked up again, and my face was normal, except for a small pink spot on my forehead from where I had touched myself. The pink spot quickly faded away. Then I woke up.

**Mewkitty** · 01-01-2006 09:53 PM

Alright, here are my two most recent dreams after starting this journal.

Car-Surfing With Annie--December 30th, 2005
This whole dream centered around the fact that earlier (in the dream) my cat Annie had gotten up onto the hood of my car, and I had drove all around town with him up there. I spent the whole remainder of my dream being scared out of my mind at what my mom would do to me when she found out about it.

Very strange, eh? I had this dream the night after I found this website, and badly wished that I had realized the absurdity if the situation and become lucid.

My First Lucid!--January 1st, 2006
Kind of coincidental that I would have my first truly lucid dream on the first day of the new year! In any case, I did, and I was very happy about it.

This dream started in a world of anthropomorphs. I was non-lucid for the first parts of the dream, and spent most of my time flying around as a bird anthro--although I was in third-person, so I could not enjoy the experience of soaring. The scenery was very detailed and beautiful, an aerial view of forests, jungles, rolling hills, towering mountains... I got around quite a bit in this dream. In one part I was a male bird anthro competing for a female... very weird, but whatever.

The dream turned into one of my classical 'chase dream' nightmares after I helped free an insect anthro from a trap. It was what looked like a ladybug anthro caught in a strange trap (reminded me of a larger version of the trap that catches Celebi in the Pokemon movie), in the middle of a golden field. I helped free it, and people got angry. Bug anthros were abhorred in this anthro world, and I was bad for helping them.

The next scene was in my house. This house was mine in the anthro world, but not in real life--it was three stories, and had two lower levels. It was large and ornate, but not fancy. It had stairs and a banister not unlike the ones in my real house. Some of my anthro friends were talking on the third floor when a cop came to the door and started searching for me. He finally caught me in the basement, and hauled me upstairs. While he was questioning some people on the ground floor, I snuck away. I didn't take the stairs--I actually jumped down the gap between the banisters and landed on the lowest floor (do not try this at home! =3) in an attempt to put more distance between him and me (since he had already noticed I was gone when I jumped).

I went and hid in the laundry room. It was dark and grayish and gloomy. I knew he was coming down for me and I knew he would find me hiding behind the laundry room door and I knew that I would spend the whole rest of this dang dream trying to hide from him, just like I did in all the other chase dreams I had... hey, wait a minute! All the LD stuff I had read up on before going to bed hit me, and I suddenly thought, "This is a dream! This is MY dream! I don't have to put up with this stupid cop!"

So when he came downstairs, I grabbed him and threw him out the window! That was the end of THAT chase nightmare! I was very proud of myself. After that, I decided to try out the 'magic door' trick that I had read about. I went to the ground floor in quite a happy mood and opened a door, thinking, "Rayman (one of my favorite video game characters) will be on the other side of this door." And he was!

After that, I got too excited to maintain lucidity, and I couldn't remember much more of the dream. But I am still very happy that I was able to stop a chase dream for once! I think I really like lucids.

Next Lucid Goal: In my next LD, I would like to go to Halloween Town (from the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas) and meet the different characters. Why? I love the movie, so why not? I'd like to just explore the town for a while, meet different charas, maybe go to the Real World with Jack and scare the pants off of the teacher that tried to give me a referral in school. :3

**Mewkitty** · 01-07-2006 12:20 PM

YES! Another lucid dream!! I am one happy kitty

Of Swimming Pools, Skeletons, and Baseball Bazookas--January 7th, 2006

the first part of this dream was non-LD, and third person. I was on the Star Trek Enterprise... anyway "I" was the engineer dude... Trevor or Travis or something. A bunch of stuff happened--we got stranded outside the ship and had to launch through space to get back on, in one part--I can't remember much of this part.

Anyway, we eventually wound up at an onsen-like place. For those who don't know, an onsen is a Japanese hot spring--when you go in, you take off all your clothes (you don't even wear a swimsuit! Don't worry, there is a separate women's and men's side). In this dream version of an onsen, there wasn't a separate women's and men's side, but I didn't mind (I figured, what else are you supposed to do? Get your clothes wet?). The room I was in was small and very dim, with blue hues. The whole place was covered with shower tile which was pretty slippery, and there were American shower stalls along one wall.

I was helping a young woman with a walking disability get to the showers by supporting her as she walked there. I kept thinking, "Shoot, what if I slip?" Luckily, I didn't, and she sucessfully got into the shower, where she was very happy and started singing.

Afer a while, I started trying to get back out of the room into the main onsen area (I also switched into first-person at this time). I went to cross through the pool that was situated in the dead center of the room, since that was the way I had come. But I got lost in the pool... sheesh. Once I got in, it was suddenly a lot bigger and deeper than I had thought it was. Great. At least it was pleasantly warm. I swam around aimlessly, afraid to touch my toes to the bottom because of the drain (I am, at age 16, still deathly afraid of pool drains of any type). A couple of times I actually brushed my toes against the drain, and it sucked faintly at them, at which I promptly became scared senseless. What was worse is that there was a bunch of slimy stuff floating around the drain, and some of it clung around my toes after I swam through it (I promply kicked wildly to get it off).

Then, I started trying to see where the exit was, but everything was suddenly dark. I couldn't see anything at all. I forget how exactly I thought of how to get out, but I think it was by locating the singing of the young woman that I had helped, and swimming to the opposite side of the room from it (because I had gone in a straight line from the door to get to the showers). The first time I bumped against the edge of the pool, there was a wall, but the second time I was able to feel the steps and pull myself out of the pool.

Now, I'm not sure whether it was the 'chase' itself (lost in a pool, running from an evil drain) that triggered the thought, or whether it was that sense of triumph that I had felt in my last LD after 'defeating' the chase dream (and I had just 'defeated' the pool by getting out), but at that moment, crouching in the darkness in this freakish onsen, I thought, "....I'M DREAMING! YESSS! LUCID LUCID LUCID!!!" (Anyone who has realized that they are dreaming knows this feeling

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I immediately remembered how blurry and undefined my last LD was, and decided that I needed to quickly remedy that. So I rubbed my hands together. At this, the visible colors in the room suddenly became super-saturated... but then they dimmed back into the near-black that they were before. Then I tried looking at my hands... but I couldn't see them in the darkness. Shoot! I really needed some light in this place.

So I yelled, "Hey! Someone turn on a light!" And what would you know, a light appeared. It was a dim light that didn't light up the place much, but it was enough. I tried rubbing my hands again, but it didn't work. So I looked at my hands, concentrating on the outlines, the shapes, the whorls in my fingerprints... and it suddenly became very detailed. I thought, "Yes!"

But this wasn't the best surprise. When I looked up, I was nearly blown away by the level of detail in my dream. I could literally count the bathroom tiles in the entire place. The room was small, the light blue floor tiles contrasting sharply with the gray stone walls that looked like they came from a cathedral. There was now no pool in the center, and only one shower stall against the wall (I remember being confused at this discrepancy, because there had been more than one before). The reason why there had been no light was because the door to the main room had been barricaded off with a wall of bright blue shower tiles (the color that you get when you select 'blue' as the text color on this forum). I commanded these tiles to move, and a layer of them slid up, but then came back down again. Trying again yielded the same result. Because of this, and the fact that there were more than one layer of tiles to move, I gave up (why did I want to risk getting squished in the door so that I could go farther into the onsen anyway? I wanted to get OUT&#33

So I turned to the far wall, where the light was coming in from a circular window set into the stone. I went over, and thumped my fist against the window, causing the glass to pop out (with a small 'pop' at that). I climbed outside, and found myself looking out the second-floor window at what curiously reminded me of the courtyard of the college that I spent EFY at. In any case, my breath was once again taken away by the unbelivable detail of it. It was midday, and several trees were casting comfortable shade on the sun-drenched ground. About twenty feet away was a small gazebo.

I climbed out and crouched on the red-tiled roof/balcony thing that was under the window, collecting my thoughts. Where did I want to go? My mind temporarily spun with the fact that I could do anything, and how was I supposed to single out one single thing out of all those possibilities? But then, I remembered that in my waking thoughts I had resolved to go to Halloweentown and meet Jack. Alright, then, that is what I would do! But how would I get there? There were no doors around that I could use the 'magic door' trick on. Alright then... I would fly to Halloweentown.

I tried to fly down to the roof of the gazebo. Unfortunately, I could only gain a small amount of altitude before I glided down to the roof. This happened again as I flew to the ground. The closest thing I can remember to the sensation is how one flies with Kirby in Super Smash Brothers Melee--several small 'puffs' of altitude, that quickly run out, forcing one to coast back to the ground. Great. I couldn't fly there then. So I decided that when I rounded the corner, Halloweentown would be there. As I walked to the corner, I thought that it was kind of far-fetched to think that my brain could really conjure out all the details of Halloweentown, especially since it had been so long since I'd seen the movie. Therefore, I was not very disappointed when I went around the corner and there was just another stretch of street before me.

There were no more trees in this spot, so the sun was very bright. The street stretched out indefinitely, and there were a few buildings in the distance. Up ahead, I saw my little sister and my mom walk out from a building. This got me thinking, "Hey, I can go torture my sister by telling her that she is just a figment of my imagination! ...Hehe!" Filled with mischevious glee, I ran out to meet them, using my pathetic gliding abilities to cover ground faster.

My sister was dressed for a hot summer day with t-shirt and shorts, and had blonder hair than she really has. She didn't really look like my real sister... but she was my sister in the dream. she was holding a present, a two-foot-long, six-inch-high rectangular box with cream-colored paper and bright red ribbons and bow. When I got to her, my delight to see her (along with the delight that I was lucid, and that my dream was so detailed and stable, and that it was lasting so long) kept me from torturing her. Instead of saying that she was a figment of my imagination, I said, "Hey, guess what! We're in my dream and I'm lucid!" She became as delighted as me, and said "Hey, what if we were sharing dreams! When we wake up we can tell each other about the dream! Wouldn't that be cool!"

We chattered happily as our mom directed us towards a marketplace. Seeing that there were a lot of people, I got slightly nervous, thinking that my brain might not be able to process all those dream people and that I would lose lucidity (I was thinking about it in the same way that if you try to render a complicated 3D scene on a computer, that it goes very slowly and could crash the computer). Then I remembered my original plan of going to Halloweentown and thought, "Hey, I could meet Jack in the marketplace! Maybe he could help me get there." So I went in.

The marketplace was indoors, and there were tons of people there. It vaguely reminded me of the Brucken-Center (a German shopping center), but more antique-looking, with yellower lighting and more wood and 'warm' elements as compared to the dominant white color scheme of the real life Brucken-Center. I remember seeing a disproportionate amount of black men... who all had the same face... for some reason. Going along, I saw lots of animated skeletons that looked a bit like Jack, but were different in some way. One didn't have black eye sockets and looked too American (uh, as American as a skeleton can get, I guess...), one's skull was too rectangular to be the real Jack, one didn't have his long, spindly arms and legs. I tried again to fly, so that I could get an aerial view to find the real Jack, but once again I could only glide. I finally went into a sports store, where there was a Jack look-alike wearing a rather ugly sweatshirt, to ask him where the heck the real Jack was.

But before I could reach him, I had to duck as a baseball shot by my head! I looked back, and there was my sister, holding her present like a bazooka. There was a large, smoking hole blown in one end of the present. I could only conclude that she had some sort of mini baseball-shooting rocket launcher in there. I went over to her and yelled at her, why did you do that!? Then my mom came over and yelled at her that she couldn't use her baseball-bazooka yet, because she wasn't 'at the right level' yet (okay). I was exasperated at her, and decided that if I was ever going to get to Halloweentown, I needed to ditch these two. I began to run, trying to glide as much as possible to put more distance between us. My sis kept shooting her baseball bazooka, and my mom kept yelling at her that she was 'not at the right level' to be using it.

I finally reached a door to outside, and opened it. It was the same scenery as the place I started out in, but as I went to run down the stairs, the whole thing started to fade to black. The last thing I remembered was thinking, "No! I'm waking up! I still haven't gotten to Halloweentown!"...

And then I woke up.

ARRRRRGH.

My disappointment from waking up was overcome by my happiness at having such a long, stable, and detailed lucid. I am very happy! I think that my failure to go to Halloweentown or meet Jack is because I didn't (and don't) think that I can recreate the scenery or characters well enough to be satisfied with them, since I haven't seen the movie in so long. I will wait until the Nightmare Before Christmas DVD arrives next week before I try again, perhaps it will give me the 'jolt' I need to get there.

Regardless, I have changed my rank from 'lucid beginner' to 'lucid student'. Still learning, but I have managed to become lucid multiple times and stabilize my surroundings. I just need to work on my confidence and sense of control, now... I have so little self-esteem, and excercise so little control over my surroundings in the real life that I forget that I am literally capable of doing ANYTHING in my dreams!

Note: When I told this to my sister, she pointed out that I had never recalled putting on any clothes after coming out of the onsen!! Eeek!

Revised Lucid Goal (until I get that DVD): I will go to The Crossroads of Dreams and go play in the Temple of Water and Ice with Rayman ^_^

**Mewkitty** · 01-08-2006 09:00 AM

I don't remember much of anything last night. This might be because I only got about six hours of sleep (as compared to the sweet 13 hours that I got the previous night).

All I can recall is a sequence where I was looking through my suitcase, and I found four pairs of nice, matched socks! I was very happy, because I have two dresserfuls stuffed with unmatched socks and I never have enough that I can actually wear.

Yes, I know you're all jealous at these magnificent, soul-shattering masterpeices I dream that so eloquently reveal my deepest subconscious desires. After all, when you get to the bare necessities of life, all anyone ever wants is a nice pair of matched socks.

I want to try a WILD sometime. But I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night...

**Mewkitty** · 01-08-2006 11:21 PM

Forgot to write these down earlier, so here they are. The first two are successive dreams that I had after my first lucid, and before my second. The last two are old dreams.

Pufferfish and Mad Scientists--January 2nd, 2006
In this first scene, I was in a library-like place with my sister. It was all very ornate, with red carpets and rich brown bookshelves. There were tall wooden shelves full of books, like you would see in any other library. But the shelf closest to us (right next to the main walkway) did not have books--instead, it had fishtanks in rows like you see in the pet shop. These fishtanks had pufferfish in them. They were blotchy blue, softball-sized, completely round, and had no spines (looked like this, but were more blue, and they were puffed-up). They looked a bit like comical swimming balloons, their skin stretched so tight with water that they were translucent.

Somehow (either I touched one, or my sis touched one, or something) several of these pufferfish fell out of their tanks. When they hit the ground, they splattered like water balloons, leaving a squished-jellyfish-like residue all over the carpet. I remembered that in the CSI episode we had watched a while ago they had said that pufferfish were very toxic, and so I decided that I needed to clean them up before someone touched them and got sick. Also, in the dream I 'knew' that the poor exploded pufferfish were actually still alive, and that if I could get all their parts back into the tanks, they would reform and go about their happy little way again.

So I went trying to clean up the pufferfish guts with a dustpan, but wound up getting the gunk all over my hands (smart, yes). Then my fingers and toes started to feel tingly, and I wondered if had accidentally poisoned myself by touching the fish. Was I going to die? I was actually genuinely afraid that I might die, so I went and laid on the couch so that the poison wouldn't spread so fast. About this time one of the librarians (a ditsy lady in a wine-red suit) discovered the mess and started freaking out. It was kind of annoying that I was dying here and all she did was ditsily cry over her precious carpet.

Then I remembered that I had anatomy class! I had to get there, whether I was dying or not. So I ran outside and took a right. It was night, pitch-black in the sky, with the place starkly lit by bright white streetlights. I ran several doors down to where my anatomy class was, and there, outside, was the whole class along with the teacher (who is my anatomy teacher in real life). He had gathered them all there to view some spectactular achievement, although I forget what it was. He was getting very preachy (the whole 'raise-your-arms-to-the-sky-cry-out-with-a-deep-mighty-voice' thing that villains do in movies). Then I woke up.

Boat Chase--January 2nd, 2006 (right after the last dream)
This dream confirmed my suspicions that I have been watching way too many CSI Miami DVDs. The setting seemed almost like a 'boss battle' area with the way that it was closed in. It was an area of water surrounded by red brick buildings. It was in the middle of a city because I could see other buildings beyond the area, and it all somehow tied together to strongly remind me of the settings in CSI Miami. The red brick buildings boxed in the area in a way that it was completely surrounded by brick and held in the water (which was about 10~15 feet deep). The water area itself closely resembled a typical swimming pool although it was much larger.

In the middle of this water area was a large white boat (like the typical boat in CSI Miami... can we see a theme here?

). There were a couple of walkways along the building, and coming along them was a criminal from one of the CSI episodes. Brown spiky hair, evil manaical expression... yeah. He was out to get us. Anyway, me and this guy and his daughter were in the water, thinking that we could swim to safety. Well, the bad guy went in the boat, and revved it up, and drove it right at us, trying to chop us up in the propellers! We dove underwater and the boat went over us without hitting us. We continued this over and over until I woke up.

Personally, I can't believe why I didn't go lucid on this one. It was the typical chase dream. I even remember thinking, "Man, I hope that guy and his daughter are okay staying underwater for this long... after all, they can't cheat by breathing underwater like I can!"
Pssh... failed RC, anyone? Gawsh.

Water Park of the Gods--older dream, from 2004 or 2005
I began by entering a huge water park place. The entire place was bounded by a huge, black-marble, circular wall that was open at the top, letting the bright summer sun pour down. It was enormous. Shops, rental places, and restaurants were built into the black wall, and in the center was a huge series of pools (no water slides, though). There was white, shiny tile lining the floor and the whole place was awesome-looking.

I went into a shop (it sold inner tubes, that I can remember). The shop owner took me out to the back (for some reason) and showed me an amazing white dragon (here is a picture I drew of it). It was about fifty feet long, laying in a dirty-brown pool of water, in a very yucky pen. Then the dragon took me down to a mine. I saw several gems in the wall, and found out that I had to get them all to free the dragon.

After that the dream got fuzzy and I couldn't remember much. Never got to figure out whether that beautiful dragon was ever freed...

Island of the Pandas--older dream, from 2004 or 2005
In this dream we all lived on an island that looked like it was in infinite dusk--the colors were always dusky red. Far off, on the horizon, the mainland could be seen, with all its modern lights. I wish I could remember what happened, but I can't, so I will suffice to say that we eventually discovered a plot to steal away all of the island's baby panda-creatures. These creatures were the cubs of the island's god (or something important like that). They were awfully cute, looking like a cross between pandas and puppies, with big, sad eyes. I drew a picture of them once...

I finally found the place where the evil people were stealing away the pandas. The place was hidden in a rock wall, and I uncovered the entrance. I can remember it vividly--it was a four-foot-high or so dome-shaped entrance, lit with a deep red glow, the walls striped with glowing yellow bars that continued indefinitely down the tunnel. I went inside and was packaged inside a 'cage' and sent into the bowels of the earth.

Further into the dream, I had left the cage and was exploring an underground cavern. It was filled with water so I was navigating in a small wooden boat. The whole scene was tinged in a dull blue hue. It wasn't a natural cavern--all the stone was in geometric shapes like squares and rectangles. It was very crowded and difficult to navigate.

Just some snippets. But I remember the images very vividly... must draw them sometime.

**Mewkitty** · 01-10-2006 09:47 PM

I've been dead tired for the last few days and I think it's interfering with my dream recall (as well as my consciousness level in school). However, I had a nice little nap after school today and was able to recall some dream fragments.

Fragment 1: I was lying in my bed and hadn't yet been able to get to sleep (or so I thought...). It was pitch-black, because before I went to bed I had shut all of the rollaeden (German window shutters). After a while, I started getting nervous of the dark, which I frequently do, so I reached over and felt around until my hand touched my lamp switch. However, when I flipped the switch, the light didn't turn on. At this moment, I started thinking, "Hey, wait a sec... this usually happens in my dreams..." I decided to try the overhead light, so I turned over and felt along the wall for that light switch. As I was doing so, I decided that this was not a dream, since I usually never registered touch, and right now I could feel touch vividly--all the little bumps on the walls, the contours of the light switch, all without being able to use sight to back it up. But when I flipped my overhead light switch, nothing happened either. For a minute, I struggled to comprehend this (if it wasn't a dream, but they still wouldn't turn on, then what was going on?). Then I remembered that when I had gotten home the electricians had been messing with the breakers downstairs, and assumed that they must have turned off the power to upstairs, which was why nothing would turn on.

Then I woke up, and mentally kicked myself. Device failure! One of the most obvious dream signs around and I know it! The touch sensations were startlingly vivid, I can't deny it. But still... I shouldn't have been able to fool myself so easily.

Fragment 2: I started playing my Nintendogs game. Since it had been about a week since I had last played, I was slightly concerned (the dogs are known to run away if you don't get on the game and take care of them regularly). When the game booted up, my two dogs were famished and parched, but they were still alright. I fed them and got them something to drink and then turned off the game.

Then I turned it on again, but when it booted up, my beagle, Jenka, looked emaciated and neglected, and Greta (my sister's dog) was DEAD! Jenka also looked changed, she had a very malicious look and could now talk. She started shooting off biting comments (in, strangely, a male voice) about my poor ownership, while I was trying to comprehend why this happened after I had just taken care of them and what on earth I would tell my sister about her poor dog after she asked me to take care of him...

After that a load of stuff happened with me and Jenka (I was wandering around in the game??) but it was all fuzzy. Good thing, too... I might have been scarred for life by the malicious comments of my virtual beagle...

**Mewkitty** · 01-12-2006 04:40 PM

Well, I was right--my lack of sleep IS interfering with my consciousness level at school. I can now proudly annouce that I have officially fallen asleep and had a dream during class time. Well, at least I think I did.

I was in Math Analysis, and was eye-droopingly, head-saggingly tired. Oddly, this seems to occur every time I am in the class. Hmm. Anyway, our teacher always goes over questions that we didn't get in the homework before teaching the lesson, and we were currently running through a bunch of problems that I already knew how to do, so I wasn't paying attention. Plus, our teacher was running off on a tangent again, which would guarantee that nothing useful would come up for the next few minutes or so. I sit in the front row of class, about five feet from the teacher, but he doesn't care if we choose to ignore what he's teaching. It's our funeral, after all. So I succumbed to the lure of resting my tired head, plopping my head down on my desk and closing my eyes.

I wasn't intending to go to sleep, just shut my eyes for a moment. But then, a vision appeared in my head. It was much like the way that one remembers images in their mind's eye, or the way that I conjure daydream scenario images--fuzzy, half-defined recognition of an object. But the thing was, I hadn't consciously thought it up. My mind just put it there. I was in a bright, grassy field, under a scenic tree, with the sun gushing down upon the green foliage and flowers blossoming all around. While I was observing this with interest, I could still hear my teacher's voice explaining the math problems, although now it seemed to be booming down from the heavens like the voice of God.

I remembered the WILD technique of lucid dreaming and thought, "Is this what hypnogogic imagery is like?" I have seen the strange moving lights that are described as hypnogogic many times while trying to sleep, but I have never seen actual scenes. I thought, "Hm, why not try doing some lucid stuff?" and rubbed my hands together, but then decided against the idea--I didn't want to sleep for too long. The dream scene started to fade away, and just before I got back to full consciousness, I heard a beeping sound that sounded like my alarm clock. Very strange.

So yes... that was my dream. I hope my math teacher isn't offended that this was the thing I got the most out of in his class!

**Mewkitty** · 01-16-2006 12:03 AM

Can't remember much. But I remember dreaming about holding one of my church teacher's toddlers... and she didn't cry when I held her!! Seriously, you can't imagine how happy this made me. I normally have a 'curse' that causes every baby within three feet of me to start screaming. I was even able to feed her most of a bowl of what looked like asparagus-colored ice cream... yummy...

**Mewkitty** · 01-30-2006 06:10 PM

I could not remember having a single dream while I was at the THIMUN conference in the Netherlands last week. But as soon as I got home, lo and behold--I had a (teeny, tiny, fragmented, but still wholly real) lucid!

Catholic Monks, Laptops, and Pretty Dresses--January 29th, 2006
This dream started out a large building that looked like a catholic cathedral, with the inside all warm hues like an adobe building (like this except there was much more light in the building). There were priests there preaching, but they looked like buddhist monks, not priests. I was bored, so I took one of the laptops that they used (they looked strangely like mini DVD players). The laptops were supposed to be used only for sermons, but I decided to use Microsoft Word and write a story using one. I opened it up, but there was no 'new document' option on the file menu. After way too much searching, I finally found a 'new document' button near the power button at the top of the laptop (what the heck!?) and got a blank Word document to pop up.

Of course, after going through all that trouble to get a new document open, the dream switched before I could write anything. Figures.

In this next segment of the dream. I had gotten a new dress for some occasion and was trying it on. It was black and pink. I walked in front of the mirror to see how it looked, but to my surprise, my reflection was wearing a ditsy blue dress! (it looked like a certain dress on Gaia Online, and it looked really ugly on me) I also didn't look like myself, I had long dark wavy hair in a ponytail and I looked like a little girl. I thought to myself, "Well, this isn't right. Let me try this again." So I moved so my reflection didn't show on the mirror, and then I moved back again. Still wasn't right--my reflection had on a yellow dress now.

I thought, "Sheesh, this dream is really messing up my dress style! I've got to change this." (at this time, I was aware that I was dreaming, but it wasn't the true 'getting it' that real lucidity is. It was more like another layer to the dream... if you know what I mean) Anyway, I willed my reflection to change into what I was really wearing. It changed to a black and pink outfit, but the colors were still off (for example: the reflection had a black top and pink skirt, but I really had on a pink top and black skirt). I kept trying to change it to the correct colors, to no avail, and after about the fifth try, I finally thought to myself, "Gosh, I'm in a dream anyway, aren't I? Why don't I go do something more productive? I don't need to worry about wearing the right dress to this occasion--I can just skip out anyway!" (see the difference between this in my previous attitude? Now, I knew that I had control) I didn't get all excited about being lucid like I usually do. I just took it as a fact ("Duh, of course I'm dreaming, what's to get excited about?"). Just goes to show that this was a pretty low-level lucid, if I wasn't even happy about being able to control my dreams.

I remember going about trying to stabilize my dream by tasting things (?!?). I think I licked the wall... and it tasted like plaster... smart move. Unfortunately, I didn't remember to look at my hands, which seems to be the most effective stabilization technique for me so far. After a bit of stabilizing, which didn't really work anyway, I decided that I would go to the Rayman world like I had planned to.

Now, the method I used to get there needs a bit of explaining. I have a character I made up (related to Nightcrawler from X-Men) who has claws so sharp that they can cut through the fabric of time and open up portals to other dimensions and worlds. So I decided that I would use this method. I swiped my hand across the air (rather lamely) and ripped open a portal to the Iron Mountains in the Rayman 2 game. Okay, not exactly where I'd planned to go, but it would do. I went through, but the dream suddenly started to get very fragmented--I couldn't hold on to one scene for more than a few seconds at a time. At one point I closed my eyes, but I got the horrible feeling that if I opened them, I would be awake and opening them to the real world. So I kept them closed until I was fairly certain I was still dreaming. Despite my efforts to stay lucid and asleep, I woke up about a minute later.

Well, it was a pretty small and fragmented lucid, but it was a lucid at least. I'm hoping more will come my way soon!

On other thoughts, I finally got the Nightmare Before Christmas DVD. Woohoo!

**Mewkitty** · 01-30-2006 06:29 PM

Just remembered---before I went on my THIMUN trip, I had a dream concerning CSI Miami. It played out just like a CSI episode, with a long and convoluted plot. Sadly I can't remember much of it. It had something to do with a hispanic family who had a little boy who played soccer.

And joy of joys, Horatio Caine was in it!

You guys don't need to know how pathetically obsessed I am with that guy.

**Mewkitty** · 02-02-2006 06:06 PM

Dang... just a minute ago, I think I found myself in an unintentional WILD!

You see, I've been in bed, sleeping on and off, since 10:00 AM because I've been sick. At about 3:00, my sis got home from school and woke me up to show me the leather jacket she got at the lost and found. Oh boy, how exciting. After that I just laid in bed and relaxed to try and get back to sleep. I daydreamed for a while. I entered that stage where my body gets very sluggish and I know I'm inches from sleep. Then, after a minute or so, I decided that I wanted to move to a more comfortable position (I was on my stomach, with my arm trapped underneath my body, and I didn't want to wake up to pins and needles).

But when I tried to move, nothing happened! My limbs would not respond. It's the same frustrating sensation that you get when you wake up and your arm is numb from sleeping on it, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get your fingers to move. Of course, since I was paralyzed in my bed (and because this had happened before and I hate it), I started to get mad (stupid body! MOVE&#33

and slightly panicky. I kept trying to move my arm so that I could turn on my bedside lamp and properly wake myself, but to no avail.

Then, for some arcane reason, I thought of the WILD technique. 'Hey, I've been sleeping for hours, maybe I could be doing it...?' Almost immediately after that thought, my mind was suddenly barraged by very noisy SOUND... there was a noise like the static on a radio, and a noise like I was in an excited crowd, all talking. My body also felt very strange. Needless to say, hearing a huge crowd in my bedroom brought my panic over the edge, and I moved my upper lip in a silent snarl (the same way that a scared cat might bare its teeth). This movement seemed to break the spell, and a second later I could move my body. I immediately turned on the lights.

Even an hour later, I'm still very jumpy and keep turning on all the lights wherever I go. Next time, I think, I will try to go with the flow when I find myself paralyzed, instead of panicking. I'm just not that used to the oddnesses of WILD yet...

**Mewkitty** · 02-04-2006 06:44 PM

Had a dream where I had gone around without wearing my retainer for too long and that my teeth became hideously warped without it. They were so bad that I couldn't even get the retainer to stay in my mouth when I tried to put it in. My two front teeth were like half an inch apart and the rest were sticking out all over the place.

I hope this isn't a premonition... stupid retainer.

**Mewkitty** · 02-11-2006 12:16 PM

I can recall having two dreams while I was away at Creative Connections (an awesome week-long art seminar), but I can only remember one. Ah well.

Runners, Lawyers, and Orangensaft--February 9th, 2006
This dream concerned me, my sister, and a lady who was our caretaker. She was a professional marathon runner, and she needed to run down to the city so she took us along. She ran really, really fast! I was amazed we could keep up. We ran miles and miles over all sorts of places (one was a big highway that was a bridge over the ocean).

We finally got to the city, and she took us to this little, dingy shop that looked like an antique shop. She was trying to get in through the window, for some reason, and obviously couldn't. So I opened the door to show her, and she was all amazed at how smart I was. When we got inside, there were a lot of people waiting and she had my sister and I sit down with them while she went off and did something. Apparently she needed to go to the city to find a lawyer to sue someone.

While me and my sister were sitting, we got a carton of orange juice, and a bottle of mineral water (carbonated water, which both of us hate). We were sitting on opposite sides of the room, so we passed the bottles to each other by asking the people next to us to pass it on (like a human delivery line). Needless to say, the people in the room got kinda annoyed at having to ferry our stuff around. Anyway, my sister sent me back the carton of orange juice and the water. The water was full, but all the water had been sucked out of the orange juice, leaving a soggy orange-juice pulp at the bottom! My sister started laughing at me, thinking it was just hilarious that she had left her sister with no orange juice and only some nasty mineral water. Then I suddenly got a little revelation--I could mix the orange-juice pulp and the water and make carbonated orange juice! (Which isn't so bad--like Fanta) I turned to the people around me and said, "Well, I can mix these two and make orangensaft! Hah!"

'Orangensaft' is German for 'orange juice'. At the time, I thought it meant the carbonated version, but I asked my mom later and she said that it's not. Funny that I specifically used German in my dream, though!

**Mewkitty** · 02-11-2006 02:56 PM

*Points up* Woohoo! I finally have two pages in my journal! I'm so proud. But anyway... onto the dreams. I had some huge dreams last night (my first time sleeping well in a week). Here are my attempts to describe them.

The Mountain-Slide--February 10th, 2006
Me and my friends were in the mountains, in a place like this that looked like it was in the grand canyon. The rocks were brick-red and the sun was bright. We were there because there was a famous waterfall that had a waterslide built into it. (looks like this except a smaller river) We were all in our swimsuits and having a lot of fun. We also all seemed to be younger--8 or so, the age that I was when I lived in Colorado. The built-in parts were green plastic, and the rest was smooth stone that had been worn down by the water. I jumped in and slid down the lower parts a few times before I finally went all the way to the top to experience the entire thing.

At the top, there was a blue netted sitting area for people to wait for the next 'wave'. Apparently the water only came down from this high about once every minute, and when it did, it came down in a big wave that swept everything in its path down the slide. I sat down in the net and immediately I found that my fingers kept getting caught in the netting. I was afraid, because I thought that if my fingers were stuck in the netting when the wave came, that the force of the wave would pull my fingers off (this is the same fear that I have with bowling balls--I don't like putting my fingers in the holes because I'm afraid they will get stuck and my fingers will pull off when I let go of the ball).

I finally extracated my fingers, but then a few seconds before the wave arrived they got stuck again. But they didn't pull off when the wave hit, they came unstuck after a few moments and I went whooshing down the slide. It was an awesome feeling, like a roller coaster and a fast water slide all in one. There were huge drops and bumps and it was very fast-paced and exciting!

I finally got to the bottom, where my friends were waiting. They were all gathered around a small round cave opening in the side of a rock face. There was a sign above it reading, "Do Not Enter." Of course we all wanted to go inside because of this. I wanted to, but I didn't get up the courage to until one of my other friends went inside first. Inside, it looked ordinary on the ceiling and far walls, but there were piles of cool-looking rocks and neat rock formations around the entrance.

I went poking through the piles of multicolored rock and picked up a few peices of rock that looked like fool's gold. Further on in the cave, I noticed what looked like fossils on the ground! I picked one up and looked at it. It looked like a strange tile, with the fossil imprint on top, and it was completely square. I thought this was odd because that's not how real fossils are supposed to be. Then a manager of the water slide came in and told us that the cool rocks and fossils and stuff were all fake, they were just put there to 'spice up' the cave and make it more impressive for the visitors.

My dream switched after that. Why would anyone go to so much effort to spice up a cave that has a "Do Not Enter" sign over it?

Blood Club--February 10th, 2006
This fragmented dream was extremely third-person, somewhere between watching a movie and listening to a story. The main character is also a guy. I have no sense of connection with the character whatsoever, so I will refer to him in third person.

The dream's main character (let's call him Chris) went into a bar that had been around for some time, but he had never ventured into before. It was a place in a dingy side of town that didn't look too populated. The inside was not much more spectacular than the outside, with very dim lighting and a seedy look. When he got there, there was a small bar like he expected there to be, but he soon got directed to a large side room that seemed to be the real purpose of the place.

When he went inside this place, the entrance disappeared, and everything became very misty and disorienting. It was like a huge maze. The goal of the maze was to catch up to this guy that was dressed as Darth Vader (?!?!?). The Darth Vader guy was several spaces ahead. There was an illusion that made it look like there were three Darth Vaders. The three each went down separate paths, and then Chris had to choose a path to follow. As soon as he went down a path, the two fake Darth Vaders would disappear. If he'd chosen the right path, then he would be closer to catching up. If not, he had even more mazing to do.

When he finally caught up, the Darth Vader turned into a fat hispanic guy, who promptly started attacking him with knives. Chris also had knives that magically appeared, and he had to fight back. This is the only part of the dream that I was 'connected' with--when Chris got cut, it hurt! Chris was fighting for his life and getting injured badly. He was sure he was done for, when suddenly the mistiness cleared and he found himself back in the ordinary-looking side room. The fat hispanic guy was dead at his feet in a pool of blood.

The guys in the bar brought Chris back into the bar area. They told him that this was how the place worked, that you could have lots of fun 'fighting' and when it was over, you weren't really hurt at all (indeed, all the wounds that Chris had sustained had magically disappeared when he left the side room). But, they said, since it was his first time, he would be exhausted from the whole thing. Immediately after they said this, Chris began to feel extremely tired...

Quite a while later, Chris woke up in the back lot of the bar. He had slept for an entire day. He got brought back inside, and pushed inside the side room again. But this time, Chris refused to fight. He wouldn't spill blood to continue the magic spell that was holding the place together.

When he did this, the 'spell' on the place broke, and all the injuries that the other people had sustained from their fights in the side room (that, before had been magically healed by the magic in the blood that was spilt) came back all at once. Cuts and gashes appeared and many people's finger's fell off. They moaned and groaned and begged Chris to help them. Then a narrative voiceover started, informing everyone that Chris could choose to have mercy on these people and their wounds would heal if he did. Chris chose to be nice to them, so their wounds healed and their fingers reattached and they were happy and grateful.

This dream seriously freaked me out...

The Petsite--February 9th, 2006
I was in a pet site, except that it was a place, not a website. I was collecting green gobs of goo from the outer space area that changed pets into an 'alien' color, but then I realized that the green gobs didn't sell for very much money (because anyone could pick them up) and so I abandoned the venture.

**Mewkitty** · 02-14-2006 09:23 PM

Betray--Feb 13th, 2006
Probably the most intelectually complex dream I have ever had. We were staying overnight at a mall. It was nighttime, and I was on the Internet. I met a terrorist online who needed to have something in order for them to carry out their attack. So I was nice and gave them the information (the car number of a train, it was number 1). At the time, I didn't really realize that what I was doing had any consequence. But the next morning, the papers were all abuzz with news of the terrorist attack on the US. I was horrified. I had helped these guys! What if someone found out? I remember thinking about the being able to trace my IP from Germany (I was in Germany, the people in the States might be able to find out).

My counselor called me into his office to talk about the attack and I acted sad and pretended I didn't know anything about it. Afterwards I realized that if this got out, I would not be able to just shrug and apologize profusely and let it blow over. It would never blow over. I would not be able to show my face in public, ever again. I would be the American girl who helped the terrorists attack the US. (I never thought about the fact that I would probably be arrested before I ever had the chance to show my face) I spent the next few days in internal agony. I was scared to death. I thought about how one could go about changing their name... maybe I could move to Japan and live as a hermit for the rest of my life.

The big shocker came when I was at home again, and my dad came up to me and asked, "Hey, Danielle, what's this?" Then... he held up the paper that I had written the train's track number on. I fought to keep from freaking out and said, "Hey, thanks for finding that, could I have it back?" Then I raced upstairs to my room. The incriminating number was a long string, that looked something like this:

19632058052342

(Of course I don't remember all the numbers exactly, but I remember the first 4) If I could change the numbers after the first four (I couldn't change the first four or else my dad might notice and be suspicious) then they wouldn't connect it to the number that I gave the terrorists. But it was written in ink. So I grabbed another scrap of paper the same size and started to copy it. Unfortunately the original had a bunch of notes my dad had copied onto it, so I had to copy those too. I struggled to copy my dad's blocky handwriting. Right in the middle of me writing down the last of the modified numbers, my dad appeared at my window (weird since I have a balcony) and started knocking on the glass, asking for the paper. I was terrified because he had caught me and now they would find out and I could NOT ESCAPE!

Then I woke up. I don't think I've ever been so relieved to realize something was a dream in my life. I spent so much time in my dream ruminating and thinking and despairing over my situation--and it was lifelike thinking, too, not just the blind panic I have in most chase dreams--that I worked myself into a very realistic suicidal state of mind.

I had been planning to take a nice long shower this morning, but this dream got me so depressed (I mean, how could I even DREAM of that!? Me helping terrorists bomb innocent people...) that I barely got out of bed in time to get to school.

My mind thinks of some pretty twisted situations.

**Mewkitty** · 02-26-2006 06:17 PM

Wee, I am finally back! I have had very little time to post dreams in the last few weeks, so I have many backed up. Unfortunately, my dream recall has gone down the toilet ever since our visit to Rome, so what I have is not very detailed. I'll post my two lucid endeavors first and then the rest of my dreams.

Lucid Fingers--February 24th, 2006
I was in the middle of my dream when I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. I think it was at the beginning of a dream switch. I quickly looked at my hands to stabilize the dream. The colors were surprisingly realistic, unlike the last time I tried looking at them when their whorls and contrast were overexaggerated. The entire dream had pastel colors, I remember. Anyway, I must not have concentrated well enough because after looking at my hands, my poor little mind couldn't decide what I wanted to do! I woke up a few moments later.

Not too spectacular, but I WAS lucid. I just didn't do much :/

WILD Fun!--February 26th, 2006
I can now officially say I've done a WILD! I was taking a nap after church, and my mind was in a befuddled, half-asleep state. I was slipping in and out of dreams. First I had fun with the fact that when I am half-asleep, my attention becomes so fragmented that I can visualize loads of completely nonsense words out of the blue. I visualized them in my head for a while--"Wizzle" and "Nodaph" and other things--before I slipped into a dream and found myself in a strange bedroom. It was big had a second-level loft in it, and a bunkbed. I remembered that this was one of the houses that we looked at when we were buying a new house (of course, it was actually a room from another dream, but that's what my mind came up with). I had loved this house and it had been absolutely perfect, but for some reason Mom and Dad hadn't like the house so we didn't move in.

Now, this whole time, I had actually been laying in my bed and looking out at the scene--as if part of my bedroom had been teleported into this room. It was suddenly dark and I could see cat shadows flickering across the far walls and I began to get nervous of the dark. So I decided to turn on the light. In the process of moving my arm, I woke myself up to an extent, enough to know that it had been a dream. However my mind was still bogged down in half-sleep and my body was partially paralyzed (it took me ages to get my arm unpinned from under my body and get it over to the light switch by my bed&#33

.

As I touched the switch, I realized that this would be a good time to try the SILD (I believe that's what it is) technique, where one waits until they are almost asleep then taps their fingers. After thirty seconds, when they stop tapping, they should be in the dream. I tapped my fingers only a few times before I discarded the idea, remembering that it seemed unreliable. Instead, I decided to try WILDing. I relaxed, but kept my mind alert, and waited.

Only a few moments later, thick vertical bars of pale blue light appeared in my vision. I was passing between them at extreme speed, heading towards a stationary strip of light, and every time I passed through a pair they whooshed past me loudly. I pretended that I was flying towards my lucid dream. During this time, I was aware of my entire body/mind in the real world, and I seemed to be passing right through it, spiraling downward through the levels of consciousness to the ground floor as I zoomed through the bars of light. After a few moments of flying through the bars I got to the stationary strip (and got to the 'bottom' of my real life body). Everything glowed pale white for a moment and then went black.

I waited for a few seconds, then opened my eyes. I was back in my room and it seemed like the WILD had failed. The eye-opening sensation felt very realistic, my room looked like my usual boring one, and I was afraid that I had just woken up. But I decided to experiment further. I sat up in bed, and realized that my whole body felt odd, as if it were asleep. Obviously, this was not normal. So I really was lucid dreaming!

However, before I could do anything, I noticed that faces seemed to be pushing through the walls of my dream room (ever seen Harry Potter? The scene with Voldy coming out of the back of Quirrel's head? Yeah, that's just what it looked like). I panicked, and woke up.

Still haven't gotten used to controlling my LDs yet, then. I still get scared of them. Gosh-darnit! I need to meditate or repeat a mantra or something before I go to bed... "This is MY dream, nothing can hurt me!"

Oh well :3

**Mewkitty** · 02-26-2006 06:37 PM

Artemis Fowl in Haven--February 24th, 2006
Third-person dream. Artemis fowl (from the Artemis Fowl series...) was tagging along with Holly the elf in the city of Haven. First they were in a clothing store, which was supposed to be closed but they were still in it along with a load of other people. Then Holly was taking Artemis along the transit system. Julius was also there, and he and Holly were busy making wisecracks about Artemis and Artemis was busy making wisecracks about them and their city. The transit system was extremely odd, just to get to the tracks you had to get onto platforms that whooshed you along several feet but then just set you down again. We never managed to get all the way to the tracks, Julius got stuck trying to get on one of the platforms halfway there. The whole system was very unweildy and hard-to-use and I remember wondering what all the handicapped elves thought of it.

Sneaky Al and Ed--February 18th, 2006
Another third-person, this time concerning Ed and Al from Full Metal Alchemist (this was while we were in Rome and spending all our free time watching our friend's FMA DVDs). Ed and Al were infiltrating a miltary compound up in the mountains because there was something there that Al needed. The whole place reminded me of a ski resort. The compound was very strange and convoluted, and didn't look much like a military compound at all, except for the barbed wire and fencing around it... that and the guards with machine guns. Inside, it was more like a bunch of scaffolding with lots of netting and mazes and stairs and ledges and crawl spaces that looked like the tubes from McDonalds playgrounds. Never did find what they were looking for, those two. I felt sorry for them.

Stranded?--February 20th, 2006
I was in a tribal society in which it was considered noble not to wipe your tush after taking a poo. Gross! >_<

**Mewkitty** · 03-19-2006 08:20 PM

I'm finally getting my dream recall back, bit by bit. Not sure why I suddenly couldn't remember my dreams for the last few weeks...

Dream Snippet--March 10th
Just a bit that I can recall from my dream. I was in a large underground tunnel that looked like an oversized sewage pipe(although it was pretty clean)--a large gray concrete tube that had knee-high, crystal clear water flowing through it. There were lots of other people walking down the tunnel. I decided to swim down it, and that I did--I moved very quickly and sleekly through the clean water. After a few moments of swimming, I heard someone remark, "Oh, we've gotten to the Hudson." Suddenly the water became yucky brown and murky and I quickly surfaced to get out of it.

I am fairly sure I know where the Hudson remark came from--the day before, I watched National Treasure. There's a quote in the movie when they are trying to find the main character who has jumped into the Hudson river--"Agent Dawes, do you have a visual? Do you see Gates in the water?" "Sir? It's the Hudson. Nothing is visible."

**Mewkitty** · 03-21-2006 09:40 AM

Evil Death Claw Plague--March 18th
The start of the dream was a story. It showed how little creatures from another dimension came into our world. They were little catlike devil things that I invented, the same type whose claws I used to 'cut' a portal into another dimension in a previous lucid dream. But their claws carried a deadly 'plague' (sort of like a spectral mist) that would kill everyone it touched. Luckily, the man who introduced them there locked away the plague, so everyone was safe.

Cut back to the current time, with my family and I. We were in a mountain cabin for some trip and were just getting settled in. We wandered downstairs and what do you know, there was a free treadmill there! My family was all very excited and wanted to use it. I inspected the treadmill, and got a feeling of dread--somehow, I 'knew' that the aformentioned plague was, for some reason, trapped inside this machine. If a certain button on the machine were pressed, it would be freed and proceed to kill everyone in the entire world.

Of course. The terrible, apocalyptic plague that will destroy all mankind has been bottled into a treadmill! Oh, the horror.

Now of course my family didn't care about all this--they just wanted a go on the treadmill. I said it was okay, but warned them--"Don't touch that button!" "Be sure to keep your hands away from that button!" "Leave that button alone!"

Three guesses what they did.

When they touched the button, a small, ominous black stain began to spread from the area. I yelled at my family that we had to get out and dragged them up the stairs. They were wondering what in the world I was talking about, and argued with me for a moment, until we looked into the living room area and saw the now-large 'stain' coming up through the floorboards. They decided that I was right then.

Cut to us driving away from the cabin on the snowy mountain roads. I explained to my family that the only way to 'reset' the effects of this evil plague (to make it as if it didn't get released) would be to kill ourselves. This was a similar philosophy to that in video games--when you die and get game over, you come back with all the settings reset. I also thought of 'killing ourselves' in video-game perspective--it didn't seem permanent. We agreed that we had to go kill ourselves for the safety of mankind. We found a bridge and drove off of it (landing about 100 feet down in a snowy ravine near a river) but it didn't seem to work (gosh, how hard do we have to work to kill ourselves?).

Somehow, after that, the dream flashed to us arriving at a party further down the mountain. It was big and lively with hundreds of people. It was decorated in a tropical style with lots of little ponds and plants and animals. We were still trying to kill ourselves, so we stole some poor guy's handgun and decided that we would shoot ourselves. One of us stood with the gun and the rest of us lined up to get shot (hmm, this sounds really morbid, doesn't it?). The person with the gun (I'm not sure which family member it was) aimed it at me first, and I suddenly became extremely scared. I thought, "This is REALLY going to hurt! What if I get seriously injured?" When they fired, I ducked--I couldn't help it--and the bullet missed. I said sorry and stood up again, but once again, when they fired, I dodged the bullet out of fear. I didn't want to die quite as much as I thought.

Then we looked out a window into another party room, and saw a change coming over the people there. Something invisible seemed to be spreading from one side of the room towards the other, suffocating everyone it touched. We realized it was the plague. Then we realized that once it hit us, we would die, and it would be reset again anyway. The last thing I heard before I woke up was the words, "It's coming."

Pretty odd, eh? I'm just glad I'm getting my recall back. The dream was a little fragmented, but it wasn't too bad. Kinda creepy that I would wander around trying to kill myself, though

**Mewkitty** · 03-21-2006 07:59 PM

Had a dream a few nights ago that definitely ranks on my 'most weird' list. It was, as a voiceover at the beginning stated, Nightmare Before Christmas 2. And I'm sure glad it was a dream and not real. At the beginning of the dream, I sat down in front of a TV to watch it, then the dream melted into true 3rd-person.

I can only remember a few fragments (I'm not sure if this is bad or good). I'll post some of the more memorable bits:

--Jack had a wife, but she wasn't Sally. She was a black woman, who was nine months pregnant (!!!!!spazz!!!!) They acted very sweet towards each other, it was rather cute when you got over the weirdness of it.
--The 'bad guy' was this silly-looking cartoon pirate that looked like it came out of a Fairly Odd Parents episode. Totally ridiculous.
--Jack goes up with an army of zombies and attacks the Real World. I don't even remember why. But it was kind of disturbing as they killed lots of people.
--There was a sequence where Jack's wife came up into the Real World after Jack, but emerged in an old, dilapidated house that was the dwelling place of a retired obstetrician. The guy was obviously crazy, and when he found her, he started threatening her with a peice of broken glass. He cut her arm, and at that moment she suddenly went into labor (and blood gushed everywhere O.o). This event scared him off.
--There were many other sequences with Jack's wife in it after that one, but she never showed any other signs of labor or giving birth or anything. Disappointing--I really wanted to see what a human/Tim Burton character cross would look like.

Weird? Yes! And very disturbing.

**Mewkitty** · 03-21-2006 11:07 PM

Lucid Down the River—March 19th
This dream was fragmented, but I eventually got to a sequence where I was walking with my sister down a road to a big bridge. Like in my previous lucid dream, she was thinner and looked different from real life. I was balancing two white books in my hands, along with my Minidisk player and some minidisks. The bridge was one of those bridges that splits in the middle and rises up to let boats through, and while I stood halfway on it, it began to lift, throwing me off balance so that I fell into the river below. It was technically a river, but it had no current, the water was perfectly clear, and the bottom was a uniform slate-gray color. I could see, as I floated on the surface, that my two books had sunk to the bottom (about fifty feet down).

My sister jumped in after me, and offered to dive down and get the books. I said no, don’t bother, it’s okay, it would be too hard to swim all the way down there. She kept insisting, and I finally dove down to get them myself. I found that I got to the bottom easily, that there was no water pressure, and that the water was actually pretty nice too. I also realized that I was breathing, and thought, “Well, this sure only happens in dreams, doesn’t it?” I plugged my nose and tried to breathe (wow, an actual reality check&#33

. When I found that I could breathe, through a plugged nose, while 50 feet underwater, I concurred that I was pretty darn well in a dream!

I quickly grabbed my books and my Minidisk player. Then I teleported my sis to the riverbank (I mean, I’ve got to be nice to my sis, even when she’s a figment of my imagination). Then I imagined a piece of paper, and began writing, “I am dreaming” on it, while saying the words out loud. The amazing thing was that the writing actually made sense on the paper! I could actually read it. In the dream, I wondered if this meant that I was too awake--since I had an ominous, half-awake feeling in the back of my mind the entire time.

I first tried to use my dream to try and visualize my Mewkitty character, which I’ve been having a lot of trouble drawing. I figured that seeing it in my dream would help me draw it in real life. I visualized it for a moment, then realized that I was fragmenting my dream by just imagining things. So I decided that I wanted to revisit a dream environment that I had dreamed up a long time ago. It was the place from the "Water Park of the Gods" dream. I ‘teleported’ to a beach in a jungle-like environment. Up ahead was the big, black, football-stadium-like resort that I remembered. I also realized that I was now in my Mewkitty form (a cat/bird/squirrel mix that is my fursona).

I went through the big gates leading into the place, wondering how much like my old dream this would be like. I was slightly disappointed. My old dream resort had beach-like, stark white floors and sun so bright it was blinding; this place looked more brownish, drab, and jungle-like, as if it were years after the place had shut down and nature had reclaimed it. With my squirrel-like Mewkitty form, I scaled a platform running up the side of the wall and looked down on an aerial view of the place. The shops built into the walls of the resort jutted out and were more irregular than I remembered, and the pool area had an interesting shape to it. I decided that even if this dreamscape were different, it was still very cool (and more detailed than my old dream). I would be able to adapt this dreamscape into my old one.

Soon afterwards, I woke up. Phooey!

I think my main problem in this dream was the fact that I did not stabilize it enough. As a result, it was fragmented and hard to control. However, I am very proud that I remembered to do a reality check! Breathing underwater seems to be one of my dream signs. Next time, I must remember to look at my hands before running off on adventures! =3

Dream Fragment—March 19th
I was in a large warmly lit room with bright yellow hues. I was walking down a big, clunky staircase. When I had been at the top of the staircase, I had passed by a bunch of people, including a guy who looked like Jesus (!?!??!??!?).

Dream Fragment—March 18th
Dorchette-looking guy, except he was a bird master, and another chimera came to the outskirts of a desert city to rescue one of their fellow men from the military. They escaped on a gray, chocobo-like bird.

**Mewkitty** · 03-29-2006 08:46 AM

So This Is A Dream!—March 23rd
I just had a very amusing lucid--and my second in as many nights! Wow! Anyway, last night, I’d been trying to get to sleep for a while, since it was my first opportunity this week to get 8 solid hours of sleep. But I just couldn’t get tired! I counted my breathing and tried imagining my body getting heavy and thought of dream scenes, but I just couldn’t get myself to be tired (or get those darn Chronicles of Narnia songs out of my head). So I went downstairs to use the Internet for a while.

After messing around a bit on the Internet, I saw that it was midnight and decided I’d better get back to bed because I could hear my mom downstairs and I didn’t want her to catch me. But when I tried to shut down the computer, this weird ‘network program install’ thing popped up! I’d never seen it before--it must have been something that Mom put on. I tried to quickly click through it and finally got to the end of a bunch of confusing settings that I was sure Mom would have to change later. As the computer finally shut down, I heard my mom’s voice from her room downstairs. She sounded pissed, and was yelling that “It made me reinstall everything!” I snuck up the stairs to my room very quietly--I did not want to have her catching me up with her in that mood.

I went into my room and got into bed, trying once again to get to sleep. After a while, my body got very sluggish and unresponsive--the typical sign that I was close to sleep. But then I heard a weird noise from the attic and decided I wanted to turn on the light, so I flicked the switch for my bedside lamp. But it didn’t turn on. I figured, “Great, the light burned out. Why am I even using that light anyway? I should just turn on the overhead light.” So I reached over and hit the light switch for the overhead light. As I reached my hand over it touched the fan by my bed, and I felt the realistic sensation of all the little wires on it, and reaffirmed to myself that I wasn’t actually dreaming at the moment--the sensations were too realistic.

But after I hit the switch--the light did not turn on. I waited for several moments (it’s florescent, so it sometimes takes a while). But the room remained in darkness. Then it hit me--I’d been fooled! This was a dream! I’d been asleep and dreamed up everything previous, including my trip downstairs that was supposed to make me sleepy! I was tickled pink at this and even said out loud, “So this is a dream!”

Remembering the vagueness of my previous lucid dream, I promptly looked at my hands. I then tried a technique that I thought up before I went to sleep--looking at my hands while I rubbed them together (two techniques in one&#33

It worked very well, the dream seemed to settle and become more solid. But I couldn’t really see my hands too well, since the room was in half-darkness. So I put my hands in the faint light of my big digital clock on my bed so that I could look at them. It didn’t really work, and I decided that I would go find another source of light later. Looking back, I remember that the dream clock was on the middle of my bedstand--in real life, it is at the far right.

I turned around, and found that my room wasn’t exactly like it was in real life. There was something blocking the path between my dresser and my cabinet. I looked closer and saw that it was my cat Baby--except that he was as large as a tiger. I petted his head, and he gave me a little love bite. Because of his size, though, this ‘love bite’ hurt a lot. So I grabbed him, said “Bad kitty,” and shrunk him down to his original size (reveling at my control in the dream as I did this).

I went out into the hallway and stood below our skylight that is over the stairs. This was a dream, so I could do anything, right? Including changing night into day. I was tired of it being dark. So I raised my hands theatrically and willed the sun to rise. However, it didn’t work--I could also feel my control over the dream slipping a bit. I rubbed my hands together and decided that my sun-summoning attempts would work better if I was actually outside. I got up on the banister and reached up to climb through the skylight. I knew there was actually glass there in real life, but since this was a dream, I could make the glass just not be there. But when I reached up, the glass was still there. So I decided to just smash through the glass. I balanced on the banister and then jumped straight up. The glass broke into pieces (although it made no sound) and I landed on my roof. As I got a handhold on the roof, I noticed that I was wearing a hat because it was slipping over my eyes. I tried to push it up while balancing, but everything seemed to be spinning out of control--then I heard a noise from the Real World and woke up.

Turns out it was my cat that had made the noise. Stupid cat. Amazingly, I fell asleep and went lucid within 1 hour--it had been 11 o’ clock when I got into bed (for real), and it was midnight when I woke. It was probably because of the four-hour nap I’d taken from 6 to 9 pm.

One of my dream signs seems to be my bedroom lights malfunctioning. The other seems to be me saying to myself that “it can’t be a dream” since my touch sensations are “too realistic”. Of course they are...

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