lucidius

again i awake to recall nothing and let myself drift back into sleep.) I feel as though i am watching a news segment as i see a man with gray hair and a perfectly combed beard and a younger person wearing a black shirt argue about something. the images cut to a female reporter who says "now the situation does seem like a fight so he has scheduled a planned wedding for the assembly, at 97 he makes a decision"
my dream fades into darkness and back in, now i see a class room, the teacher says something and a little girl replies "good gracious, good gracious, good gracious, ..." and then a voice comes in with a visual, the visual appears to be yellow skwiggley lines and the voice says "second grade, Good gracious Animations. (at this point the dream fades out as i hear the phone ring and i wake.)

(i wake up and i try to recall, however i did not remember anything do i go back to sleep and begin to dream) i am at my Dads place with a bunch of family and i remember spending the night there and i couldn't sleep because i was in the same room with an evil plant that slowly warped around peoples neck and strangled them. i do a RC and and count my fingers, 5, it doesn't feel right so i do it again, as i recount i see six fingers, i now know i'm dreaming and my goal is to fly. the dream fades out into a moment of nothingness and fades back in where it left off just before fading out again, it repeats this several times not giving me enough time to even try to fly. (i eventually wake up and remember my dream instantly)

i wake up on the floor of a sleeping quarters on a boat, across the small room from me is another person; brown hair, blue eyes, i feel as though i am related to them. this person is just waking up as well. i try to remember my dream and as i do i see a person associated with very negative feeling in my mind, i almost tell the other person in the room my dream but they say "i know what your thinking" before i can say it, the person continues "i had the same dream as you, you saw Archibald.

my Dad, two other people and i are standing outdoors in a surrounded by hills and streams of running water. one of the other people tells me "bang your hair, i want to see if you can move water"
then the other person says "shouldn't he do it over at that coyote creek?" referring to a calm waterfall
then the former replies "no, over there" pointing to a more airborne and misty waterfall.
(at this point my dream is put into darkness as my Dad walks into my room and wakes me up)

my Dad, two other people and i are standing outdoors in a surrounded by hills and streams of running water. one of the other people tells me "bang your hair, i want to see if you can move water"
then the other person says "shouldn't he do it over at that coyote creek?" referring to a calm waterfall
then the former replies "no, over there" pointing to a more airborne and misty waterfall.
(at this point my dream is put into darkness as my Dad walks into my room and wakes me up)

I stand in my house looking into a bowl containing our beta fish, it swims around and looks at me, (this fish actualy died yesterday) the next thing I know I am standing at a gas station, I hold up a motor and see my face filled with tears, the ski is lit with lightning. My dad walks out of the tiny gas station shop and up to me with a attachment for an exhaust, I turn around and behind me stands a FZ1, I pull of the muffler add the part to it and hand it to my dad who I notice is dressed in full rideing gear. The dream skips agin and now I find myself in some sort of gathering spot in the middle of the desert, lightning is still active. I notice a huge steel cage containing a hot blaze. I stand in my spot for a while and look into the crowd of people, then someone says that my uncle is in the cage, I run over too it and the flames slowly go out. My uncle sits in a chair extremely dehydrated but alive, (my eyes open to see the bright sun, they are slightly moist from my tear ducts and my lips slightly chapped from thirst.)

I stand in the living room of a house I do not recognize near the frount door, there is decorative wooden lineing on the walls and a reddish brown leather chair sitting across from the fireplace. I preform a RC with the preconceived notion that I am dreaming but it fails to give me evidence that I am dreaming, I do it agin with the same result. The dream fades out in my memory with me trying to come up with a way to be sure that I am dreaming

As usual for a LD I stand in my living room near the front door and do a RC, I agin gave 6 fingers. *I walk out the door and pleased to see a bright sunny day I say "yes!" I walk to the center of the street and begin trying to fly, I jump twice then close my eyes and focus on me flying as I jump agin, no luck. I decide to fly I will use the JetMan suit, I agin close my eyes and focus, but this time on me wearing the suit, as I open my eyes I see the suit and I am pleased, then I realize that it is on backwards, I turn it around and grab the controls. I begin running up the street and push a red switch on the hand control. I repeat this several times and then I realize that the whole time I was using the break and the green button next to it is the thrust. I make one last run that agin ends in failure, (the dream then fades out in my memory.)

On a abnormally large windowsill sits two tanks, I stair into a small goldfish bowl at orangish brown triops. Then I look to the other, a 10 gallon fish tank with a blue separator in it, (I have actually constructed this in real life to breed triops.) swimming around in this tank are iridescent purple triops about .5 in. *Long, as I gaze at the wondrous purple creatures my cousin walks up behind me and I say to him, "I am probably going to breed my triops to be purple like those ones, he replies with a "huh?" then I say, "I will evolve them, it would actually be considered domestication." (then last bit of the dream I remember is my cousin saying "oh")
( I also remember a fragment of) me dieing and going to heaven.

All I seem to remember is putting a game on my I pod and something about the tree of life.

I was constructing a rocket out of scrap metal, on it's completion I was planning on going to the moon, my cousin and I enter through the only entrance there is, a standard iron door, we each put on home made helmets with glass visors/viewing areas. I press a red button on the poorly constructed steel wall and sit back in a seat, it was uncomfortable, I can now feel the great acceleration. The door rips off its hinges and my cousin and I get up from our seats, I can no longer feel the acceleration. We walk over to the door, I jump out and land on the surface of the white, grey Moon. After a brief moment I begin to choke and suffocate. I begin to panic. I thrust my legs and push off from the moon to fly into the doorway and land on my feet, I can now breathe but still run over to my seat and sit, as soon as I do This the home made rocket turns toward earth and begins hurdling toward it. It crashes into the ground and without so much as leaving our seats my cousin and I begin converting. He says "did you notice you could breathe if you are near the ship?"
I reply "ya, it's probably because it's gravity created an atmosphere."
Then I say "it took NASA 3 days to get to the moon, it only took us 1."