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I am on an unspecified Greek island with people I know to be my classmates. We are outside, in a rocky area - the context is rather vague. We talk. There are also some third-person views of the landscape at some point, which prominently features a volcano.

My father has just invited me to go visit him on Corfu for the week, which is something out of the ordinary. My mother is apparently on a different island. It occurs to me that there’s something symbolic to this - to all of us being so far apart, on separate islands….

At some point, the volcano starts to show some alarming signs of activity. People close to it are running. I’m afraid for them, and hope they make it far away in time - they need to make it past the water separating them from the rest of the island before it gets too hot to pass. But I should be getting as far away as I can too, just in case.

The landscape has a number of small canyons threading through it - the only real paths we can take, which is definitely kind of unfortunate since that’s where the lava is bound to be channeled as well. I can already see it, not far behind a group of people running past where their path intersects with mine. For some reason, I’m sure it’ll only follow one path, so I wait at an intersection, ready to go down the path it doesn’t take.

The group approaches, now followed by a big wheel of flame - just a large circle made of fire, rolling along on its rim after them. But it doesn’t follow the group, doesn’t go down either one of the paths: it stays at the intersection where I am. Not only that: it actually seems to be shadowing my movements. Something clicks. This clearly isn’t the situation I had first thought it was. What now?

I do what feels right: I hook the wheel around my right leg and spin it around. It turns blue when I make contact with it, and as it spins faster, it contracts from being a bit larger than a hula hoop to being around the size of a tire. After some time, I switch it to my left leg and spin it the other direction, and finally, I set it back down. It stays blue and small, and sits there looking slightly wobbly and indistinct for a few seconds before dissipating.

My father has picked this moment to arrive. I start to tell him about what just happened, but he interrupts and doesn’t really give me a chance to talk. It occurs to me - maybe it would be better just not to mention the whole fire wheel thing. He probably wouldn’t get it anyway. I wonder what my classmates must be thinking now - there’s a whole group of them nearby, their attention still focused on me.

I kind of wish he’d just stop talking and at least let me take care of the burns, though. I was doing that with bare legs, and yeah, I can see marks there, even though the burns don’t look too serious, and I’m not feeling any pain from them.

A false awakening after that, in which I make notes about the dream and then various other things happen.

There were so many dreams after that, many of them full of conversations, and without awakenings in between - at least that I can remember - I just didn’t have time to write them down after having already woken up around 5 to record that one. But the last dream of the night involved being in (probably) a gym, where I was doing an exercise that involved jumping over a yoga mat and then jumping backwards to the starting position in a certain posture. NR came over and set a timer down on the floor set for half an hour - an analog device, kind of like a big egg timer. The implication is clear. I don’t think I’ll have trouble keeping this up or half an hour, but there is another problem: I seriously doubt that I’m going to be asleep for another half hour to keep doing it.

Actually, I only stayed asleep for another minute or so. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to a time when I can devote more attention to dreaming and get back to moments like that actually resulting in full lucidity.

(Additional note: this was not my first volcano dream, but this one was almost certainly triggered by having seen video on the news of the port explosion in Iran the previous day, since that’s what my aunt had going on the TV in her hospital room when I went to visit.)

28.4.25

Hypnagogic Imagery: I saw the letters ZZ, I guess because of sleeping lol.

Non-Lucid: Some show about guys, "gal pals", on a plane with people in economy and others in main cabin. It was not a full flight.

Non-Lucid Fragment: My dad got (illegible -- ants?). Also: Do you want to stay for a movie? I said, well, 7 PM is a little late. He said "We're not getting dinner anywhere so I would keep score, but we would (illegible) cake ? (illegible) later.

Yeah, I can't decipher that one. I'm gonna have to count it as a fragment I'm afraid.

WBTB attempt: Failed. However, I did slip back into a non-lucid, though I have no memory or notes of it I fear.

Not great, but when work keeps me up late, sadly 'tis a gamble.

I’m in the back of Meadow main house at night. I approach a large rock and begin to lift upward. I become lucid. I fly toward the corner of the yard and notice a light on in Bud house. I decide to head into the room and explore the house a bit. I figure I’ll need to speed up quite a bit to not waste time and possibly destabilize. I imagine the window zooming toward me and me zooming toward it, and the distance closes rapidly. I phase though the glass, entering the home. I find myself in a fairly small bedroom and quickly shift into bird form. I fly around and notice that blue hue enveloping the entire room. I see a boy begin to enter the room, so I turn on invisibility. He doesn’t notice me, so I continue to fly toward the bed, landing on it briefly before exploring to the dresser to my left and beyond. I begin to head out of the room and begin to sense a maternal figure in the area below as I fly though the doorway, still in bird form. I head down the hallway and notice a dresser with some type of binder on top, fully opened. I notice what appear to be Magic cards inserted throughout the plastic pages. I float in front of the binder briefly, before turning toward the staircase, considering where to explore to next. I begin to wake up.