Once upon a midnight moon, a girl hung her head amongst the stars...

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Lucid Dreams This Month: One.
Total Lucid Dreams [from time of joining Dream Views]: One.
DILD: 1 WILD: 0 MILD: 0 WBTB: 0

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;;LEGEND
.. NON LUCID
.. LUCID
.. COMMENTS

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DATE --
NUMBER OF DREAMS --
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY --
DREAMS --
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SEEKING: Someone willing to "adopt!"

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GOALS
Meet my dream guide [ ]
Make love with a nice boy under the stars [ ] ;D
Practice fighting [ ]
Shape-shift [ ]

DATE -- 5.18.10
NUMBER OF DREAMS -- one, although missing a connection between two parts.
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY -- non-lucid.
DREAMS --
a. I was in the movie theater. There were easily three times as many seats as there were in the average movie theater, making it a bit more like an auditorium. Groups of people sat together, eating popcorn as they waited for the movie to start. My friend went to get something, and I was alone. After 'a few minutes' - in the dream sense - passed, I wondered where she'd gone, and got up to follow her. Almost out of the theater, I decided not to go out and just located a few other people I knew from school (none of them being more prominent figures in my life) and sat by them, although I didn't really involve myself with the conversation.

There's a gap in my memory bridging the two bits of this dream; as a matter of fact, I think I may have been woken up by something and just went back to sleep, but I can't be sure.

Again, I was in the movie theater. This time, I was with a friend, who I identified as one of the people I actually hang out with <font color=silver>(Erika)</font>. However, in the dream, although she was still herself, she was a lot taller than usual and almost unnaturally beautiful. We were making idle chit-chat as we waited in line, when we realized that we didn't have our wallets or any money on us. In hushed tones, we discussed the possibility of sneaking in, only to realize that would be impossible. The door into the theater was not only smaller than usual; it was also guarded by a <font color=silver>(rather attractive)</font> employee. His hair was a rich brown, curling softly at his eyebrows. He closely resembled one of the guys on the track team (who is nicknamed Panda Bear). Knowing we didn't have an option of going into the movie without a distraction, we headed off to make one...and ended up being distracted ourselves. There was a line leading to "pictures with Santa Claus," like at the mall during the winter holidays. My friend donned a Santa hat and tugged me into the square area where pictures were being taken. I was surprised to find my mom and her (now) ex-boyfriend (they broke up just this past week) and his kids. I was surprised to find that we were all clad in red and white clothes, and we were hastled into a group and told to smile at the camera. The camera flashed, and we were ushered out of the building, my friend now nowhere to be seen. Her ex-boyfriend and his children piled into his blue Envoy, and my brother and I clambered into my mom's Yukon. I sat shotgun, and my brother sat in the back. I was slightly irritable and in no mood to talk to him, but he seemed quite content with rambling on about the cars we drove past. He quoted the commedian Jeff Dunham on a blue Prius (calling it 'bwue' instead of 'blue' - watch this and you'll understand). I thought of texting my guy friend who showed me the video in the first place, imagining him telling me that my brother didn't even have the right to quote him. I agreed, because in this dream I drew the conclusion that I'd shown him the video. I was about to tell him to "stop it, I showed you that video. It's not funny when you say it" when I woke up.

DATE -- 5.19.10
NUMBER OF DREAMS -- one.
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY -- non-lucid.
DREAMS --
a. I didn't sleep very well last night so it's not a big shocker that I didn't exactly dream.
I was at my old house. Where I lived about three years ago, and the house that I mostly grew up in. I was standing in my driveway, watching my mom pull out of it. The hill on it was bigger than it used to be. In the neighbor's driveway, I saw my best friend in the driver's seat of what looked to be a tan Envoy (incidentally the car that my dad's ex-girlfriend drives). I waved to him - the kind of wave where you raise your hand and just bend your fingers. He grinned and waved back in the same way, and I laughed. His mom was in the passenger seat, and it looked like he was driving for the first time. Oddly, I could see into the car somehow, enough to watch him put the car into drive. Then I woke up.

DATE -- 5.20.10
NUMBER OF DREAMS -- 2
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY -- non-lucid
DREAMS --
a. I was standing in the shower at my dad's house. It was completely normal, the water was deliciously warm, and of course I was naked. Suddenly my teacher stuck her head in at the corner, asking me something - where to find someone or something - and I stared at her like she was crazy. Because, quite frankly, it was completely insane for one of my teachers to have her head in my shower.
b. My second period teacher was instructing us to write a three-paragraph paper. The class was huddled around the counter (Home Ec class; the room is half classroom and half kitchens) listening to what it was supposed to be about. It turned out to be on how to thread the sewing machines, since we recently started our sewing unit. In that odd dream manner, it changed so that I had already written my paper, skipping the actually writing process. I didn't know what was on it; only that it was somewhat elegantly worded, a bit fancier than it was intended to be. The teacher was reading the papers out loud to the class. She started with someone else's (but I don't remember her actually reading words, only the action bit) paper, then mine was in her hands. I followed her progress on the paper, yet I still don't know what it was really about or what it said specifically. I remember that I had interpreted the instructions incorrectly and had written my paper differently than she had intended. As she finished the first two paragraphs, she said, "Hm, well, it doesn't really explain it quite right," in a thoughtful way, then continued on, "but the third paragraph is perfect." I offered to re-write it, simply because I didn't want to mar my perfect grade by doing something wrong. Immediately, I pulled out a chair and sat down, starting to copy bits from the original but scratching most. I was working on lined paper, the ink of my pen green. I was extremely unhappy with the rough draft, and scribbled out the majority of it. Then the dream skipped, and I was wandering down the hallway with Sam. We were exchanging words and glances, as we often do, but not much more. Then, I woke up.

DATE -- 5.21.10
NUMBER OF DREAMS -- 1
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY -- non-lucid
DREAMS --
a. I don't remember much of this dream. It was kind of a blur, due to the fact that I got up immediately after my alarm went off instead of hitting snooze a couple times as I usually do. I only recall that it involved Sam again.

DATE -- 5.22.10
NUMBER OF DREAMS -- One
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY -- Non-Lucid
DREAMS --
a. It was a sort of camp or something. My friend Erika was there; so were several others. It was definitely an overnight camp. Each person had their own drawer in one of the two dressers that were in the room. I got my clothes out, and got dressed, then left. We entered the cafeteria, where we got lunch. It was the same cafeteria as the one at my school; but it was definitely not school. We got our food, then the dream changed. I was standing next to Sam, and we were walking and talking. We were doing our best to avoid other people and kept exchanging meaningful glances, both into each others' eyes and at each others' bodies.. ;D He reached over and brushed my ponytail aside. Typically, I don't wear my hair in a ponytail - only for soccer. Before going to bed I put my hair up. We sat down on a bed, and were sitting close to each other, silenced. Started getting closer to each other... Then I woke up.

DATE -- 5.23.10
NUMBER OF DREAMS -- Two
LEVEL OF LUCIDITY -- Non-Lucid
DREAMS --
a. The dream began with me standing in Sam's bedroom. It was about 10:00 at night; dark out. I was saying that "My parents will be so pissed...or worried." But I shrugged it off, not really caring. We decided I would just spend the night. I stripped down because it was unbearably hot out, and clambered into his bed. It was warm and comfortable and within minutes I fell "asleep." When I "woke up" I got dressed and went to the kitchen. He handed me a few pieces of gum, and I shoved them all in my mouth. His mom glanced over and saw the empty pack of gum. Slowly and deliberately she stood up from the chair and approached, dangerously calm. Her gaze was icy. Sam glanced from me and back to his mom, then back again, and shied in front of me, as if protecting me. She loomed over him, and made a motion as if to slap him. Then, to our surprise, she laughed. "Like I'd actually slap him?" She glanced down at the empty gum and said, "Looks like we need some more." Sam nodded. He stepped over to the garbage, pushed his foot down on the lever so the top raised, and dropped it into the trash. The dream sort of skipped, and when it resumed it was assumed in that odd dream sense that I had called my mom's ex-boyfriend and he was on his way to get me. Again, it skipped, and I was in his car (the blue Envoy). The car's gas needle was dangerously low, showing beside it a digital number that read "-3" as in "-3 gallons of gas." I remembered from reading that for a car's engine to work, there only needed to be the slightest drop of gas. But, alas, the car broke down, and we were forced to walk the rest of the way back to Sam's so we could get gas. When we showed up, the doors were locked, and we decided to climb up the steps. "We" turned out to be me, Mike, Sophie, and her friend Makenna. We were partially up the steps when suddenly they began to collapse. Sophie turned around and leapt to mine, and my then they started to collapse, so we jumped to Makenna's and then from there, to the ground. Somehow, we ended up in the house anyway, and we were chatting with Sam's mom. His dad was bringing us gas. The dream ended.
b. I don't really want to get into details on the other, creepy dream that I had. It was, eh, disturbing...