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04.01.2013

Mugged (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was pretty intense and vivid, and I woke up with a racing heartbeat. Exciting though.


I'm on a bus with my bags and bedding on the seat next to me. The bus is about a quarter full.

A man that I feel I've seen before [in a previous dream, perhaps?] gets on and tries to sit next to me, despite the countless empty seats elsewhere. He's large, dirty and wears a wedding ring on a purple, frost-bite-looking finger.

I resist, pushing my bags against him, as I suspect he's up to something. I begin to think he may be intending to beg, and feel bad, thinking people might judge me for denying a poor beggar.

Within seconds, however, I see that he's managed to get my phone, iPod and wallet and is hiding them between his legs. I grab my wallet, falling over him into the aisle, shouting

"This man is trying to rob me, someone please help"

People gasp, but don't move. I drop my wallet at the feet of a man in the middle back seat, who slips it into his bag. I give him a look of thanks, knowing I can trust him to give it back to me later.

I get up on my knees and look at the mugger, contemplating fighting him. The feeling that he'd win easily suddenly washes over me, and he explains that stronger people have tried and failed, and he now seems extremely confident.

As I begin to walk away, I find my feet (metaphorically speaking) and turn round to say

"I'm not the biggest fan of the police, but I'm pretty sure that they're very good at their jobs, and pretty soon they WILL get you. And when they do, rest assured that I'll ask them to give you a right kick in the balls from me!"

and walk off the bus to the sound of everyone cheering.


For some reason I soon get back on the bus for the remainder of my journey, and head back upstairs, avoiding the mugger who now sits comfortably at the back. The rest of the passengers sit in fear.

While looking out the window, I get a tap on the shoulder. The mugger offers me my phone, and I scowl at him, trying to figure out his angle, but he tells me it's ringing.

I answer it to my mum, but it's just an answerphone message, and I think to myself I'll ring her later. I give the phone back to the mugger, who's now walking about the top floor, talking one-sidedly to the frightened passengers.

As I go down the stairs I overhear him saying it's only 2 stops until Nottingham Street [not sure if that's a real place, but I was recently in Nottingham for New Years], and I come to the assumption that that's where he's getting off. I now know where to tell the police to find him.

I wait til the bus reaches its next stop and plan to sprint towards the crowded center of town that we'd just driven through. However, when I end up getting off the bus I instead begin writing down the events, as if in a dream journal so that I won't forget, as well as drawing an amazingly detailed picture of an abstract eye.

Remembering my initial plan, I get my phone out (which is mysteriously back in my possession) and ring 999. I ask for the police, but can't hear the man on the other end, who asks a series of irrelevant questions. The line eventually breaks up.

I contemplate ringing back, but I decide it's too late [time starts to merge as I begin to wake up].

Looks like he got away with it.

02.09.2012

Stealing Jaffa Cakes (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My 4th lucid, and my second in the space of a week! That's what I call progress. Still relatively brief, but definitely more vivid.


I'm either homeless or just poor, and I'm starving. It's early in the morning and I enter a shop in search of some cheap food. It's so early, however, that the shelves are still empty and the owner is nowhere to be seen.

Sitting in front of me, though, is a plate of chocolate biscuits and jaffa cakes which are free for paying customers. Looking around, I decide to just take them all and walk out the shop.

As I leave, I just about make out an announcement over the music coming from my headphones. I decide it doesn't concern me, but I take my headphones off just in case another one comes.

'You're only allowed one! You're only allowed one!' screams a second announcement, and I run, realising they've caught me stealing.

Looking behind me, I see four attack dogs close on my tail. I jump over various obstacles to try and escape, but the dogs follow in kind. Like many of my dreams, I can't run very fast, despite my efforts [my first hint at this being a dream], but I look back again and notice the dogs are bounding like rabbits rather than running like dogs.

This is all the proof I need, I'm dreaming. I ascend effortlessly into the air, taking in the imaginary landscape I've subconsciously created.

I get high enough to see that I'm on an island, and the higher I get, the more the landscape resembles a minimap from video game, with icons appearing over each building indicating their function.

I'm then reminded of what I'd read on DV earlier that week, about a DV user flying up through space. I give it a go, seeing how high I can reach, but before long I reach the Earth's atmosphere, and I start to get a bit nervous. I decide to save this for another night.

26.08.2012

First Stablising Attempt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


My third lucid since using DreamViews! Dream recall has be shit recently, due to getting a maximum of 6 hours of sleep each night from working 12 hour shifts at the Olympics. This dream occurred on one of my days off, however, during a comfortable 12 hours sleep.

As I'm walking a builder/gardener out of my family's new house, he hands me a massive joint, saying he doesn't want or need it. I gladly take it and walk back into my house. I walk past a room where my mum's sitting and worry that she may have seen it in my hand. Semi-panicking, I dash it under a cupboard in the next room.

She then calls me back and asks if I have any weed on me. I confidently say no, and challenge her to search me, but she uses an electronic radar device to search the immediate area. Thankfully nothing shows up, even after increasing the radius of the radar.

Once she moves to the garden, I act on my opportunity to move the weed upstairs to the attic room.

Here's where it gets interesting.

When coming back downstairs, I contemplate vaulting over the bannister. Suddenly I remember, vaulting over bannisters and falling the ground floor was a recurring dream during my childhood. Am I dreaming? The fact that I'm even considering falling that far suggests I must be. Only one way to find out.

I fall almost the whole way, but just before the ground I levitate.

I'm dreaming, I knew it! Now to have some fun.

I fly around the house for a bit, before making my way back upstairs to my room. For the first time I remember I have to stablise in order to keep this incredible dream going. I rub my hands together and a wave of euphoria hits me. Who knew stablising could feel this good?

I then rub my hands on my chest of drawers and I'm amazed at how accurately my mind has recreated its texture! The euphoria intensifies and I just stand there, rubbing my hands on the wooden cupboard.

I attempt to transport into my computer monitor, but this fails and I decide I'm not experienced enough to pull of such advanced maneuvers and the dream ends.

02.08.2012

Turning Into Babies (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


This has to be one of the most surreal dreams I've ever had. How this didn't spark off a DILD I have no idea.

I'm on the bus with one of my best friends. We get off the bus and start to walk home together. At one point in our walk, the conversation turns to the thought of having children [bear in mind we're only 19], and my friend talks about how bad it would be if his child didn't like the child of his best friend [me? I don't know].

Suddenly, we are babies. We're both about 1 year old, or whatever age babies start to stand up, but we're totally cool with it. It doesn't bother us. It's as if we've made this change by choice, and as if this was a normal thing to do. We're simply 19-year old guys in babies' bodies.

I explain that if I, as a baby, were to go up to him and push him over, which I demonstrate, he'd not remember by the time he'd grown up - in an attempt to explain it doesn't matter if babies don't like each other, as they won't remember anyway.

I then remark how strange it is that we have adult minds, and that anyone that saw us now would be incredible confused by our 19-year old intellect. I also point out that my voice is unchanged, while his is different - though he tells me this isn't the case from his perspective.

I get the feeling this element to the dream comes from the video of the two babies pretending to have an adult conversation, despite speaking in only 'daa daa's, found here.


I'm later in the attic room of my new house with my girlfriend. Again, we're both babies.

For some reason, we take some greetings cards sent for our parents and drop them in a large pot of liquid, so that the writing disappears.

After going downstairs briefly and coming back up again, we're back in our normal bodies. I pull her on top of me, and she complains that she's too tired to have sex. However, not because I'm trying it on, but because she's been complaining to me recently about being desperate for some action [we haven't seen each other in a few months], and now that's she's finally come to visit, she doesn't have the energy!

A flop of a sex dream if I ever did see one

02.08.2012

Witcher Obstacle Course (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a huge cave with countless platforms and bridges over a large body of water, again with one of my best friends. We've just finished a Witcher quest [as in, from the game Witcher II, which I've been playing recently] and we head towards the exit.

We fight through a few easy monsters, with me using my typical Aard sign tactic. However, the magic comes from a giant toothpaste tube, which I squeeze. I'm carrying my coat over one shoulder, which causes me to miss a few times.

We cross various obstacles, such as a tiny floating platform which moves across the water, which we almost fall off. We eventually arrive at two rope bridges, now joined by two more of my close friends. Two of them take one each, but almost fall off after not realising how unstable they were.

The dream ends with a tiny, squared rope ladder, which all my friends help me down on my back, but drop me at the bottom.

12.06.2012

Flying In A Futuristic City (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think this was my second lucid, but unfortunately it's relatively hazy due to my recent neglect of my dream journal. I do remember the immense pleasure, however.

I'm on my own in an empty, colourful, futuristic city, leaping of objects and buildings and flying. I spend a while playing with this new ability, though it fails me on occasion.

12.06.2012

Shooting Down Planes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a Fallout 3-type setting with a crowd of armour-clad strangers. Me and a friend, new to the team, try and shoot down an enemy plane with a pistol and a sniper respectively.

We fail to bring it down and get mocked by the other, more experienced, soldiers.

Another plane arrives, and I notice it's an AC-130. We frantically shoot at it, knowing it is likely to destroy us, but nothing works. Huge explosive shots begin to land all around us, and the leader of our troupe suggests we use the two rocket launchers.

I volunteer instantly and take it down.

12.06.2012

Earthquake (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm driving to a hospital with my dad, and I tell him about my recent lucid (see above), yet he doesn't seem to care.

After parking on the top floor of a car park, an earthquake hits the building. The building shakes erratically for an unusually long time, and everyone panics.

Once the earthquake has passed I notice a woman who has managed to keep a 5ft stack of pub glasses standing throughout, which I find very impressive!

Really good recall for my last dream of the night, but should have written my second down as soon as I woke up as it's only in fragments:

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22/4/12

All I remember is having to sing a Coldplay song with some uni friends to a large crowd on a beach. At some point during our performance, the song changes to a horribly cheesy 80s song, at which point I decided to wake myself up.

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I'm driving around to various places, picking up things to pack in my suitcase for going away. At a particular friend's house I walk in on a house party, and I remember seeing a large table with Gameboys belonging to everyone there. I see mine, next to Pokemon Crystal, and pack both.

Later, while driving to the station with my mum, I invite a hitch hiker into the car. Only once we arrive does my mum notice, despite not being hidden, and worries that he could be dangerous. I assure her he's harmless, but he has to leave nonetheless.

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The dream began as a transition from showing someone a Cannibal Corpse video on YouTube, to magically appearing in the middle of the mosh pit. Despite not liking Cannibal Corpse that much, I join in with the moshing, but see a girl get hit square in the face. I offer to take her to the toilet as she's got a nose bleed.

She explains that her nose ring has fallen out [something which happened to a flatmate of mine recently] but is eager to get back into the pit [my kind of girl!]. Just as we arrive at the edge of the crowd, however, I see a dodgy-looking man injecting people in the back without them noticing.

Outraged, I run up to him and smash his last syringe on my hand [thinking I can use the contents as evidence later].

"You're gonna get shanked!"

he shouts as I run to find a security guard. When I do, he walks past in a guards uniform, trying to look inconspicuous. It doesn't work and he gets carted off to jail.

However, I'm told I need to go as well to fill out paperwork or whatever. This wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't made to be escorted by a friend of the jailed man.

In the car I am practically shitting myself, as the driver is twice as menacing as his friend that I just incarcerated. I almost apologise but suddenly feel a pain in my lower back, and wonder if I had been injected as well.

I'm later on a train, still with the driver, which turns into a holocaust simulation. We arrive at a stage, where a 15 year old starts a presentation about it. The rest of the dream continues as me being at school, but is rather mundane, so I won't write it here.

My first night after trying out vitamin B6, though I think I took it at the wrong time, at about 8pm, at least 5 hours before I actually went to bed. Seems like it worked pretty well though, as I remembered 3 dreams pretty clearly. The first was exceptionally vivid.

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15/4/12
VITAMIN B6

I'm sitting in someone's uni kitchen, with a large group of friends, all with covers watching a film and talking. A girl a few flats from me comes in, and I offer her the space next to me on the sofa, as I've started to like her quite a bit.

Within minutes, she starts to touch my leg at exactly the same time as I start to touch hers. She starts to talk about seeing people she 'likes' in dreams, though whispering the majority to me. For some reason, I tell her I don't see people I like in my dreams because they intimidate me...

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I'm playing Saints Row 2 in first person, driving relatively safely with a flatmate of mine, on the way to a mission. He mocks my driving to which I reply

"Just in case we get a driving level, I like this car"
"Do you?" he asks
"Yeah!"

In the heat of the discussion, I accidentally drive into an activity activator [which fans of the game will know stops the car dead]. Unlikely in the game, however, this causes me to shoot through the windscreen. Unharmed, but disgruntled, I get back in the car, shouting

"Why the fuck does it do that?!"

As part of the activity, we gain one star of police notoriety, and helicopters arrive. I can't be bothered with this right now, so I exit the activity from a drop-down menu that appears in front of me.

We set off, now driving a Bear, but a bug causes a rogue police car to chase and shoot a nearby innocent driver. More cars get involved, and we all drive through a rocky tunnel to a dead end. I get out, letting the police and innocent drivers sort it out between themselves.

I proceed to slip through a crack in the wall to the starts of the mission, where I find a gangster with a shit-load of futuristic equipment. A woman asks me if I've just come from Guildford [a town near where I live] like most of the other people here, for a girls birthday. A girl named Georgie C. My blood boils at hearing that name, and it takes all the strength I have to ask the woman how she knows her [checking they're not related or friends] before I describe how much I loathe that girl. She's a bitch basically, and gave my sister a really hard time a few years ago.

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I'm given a few questions on paper, which turn into a huge maths problem. I start to write out all the information given so that I can try to solve it, but it soon begins to seem like it's unanswerable.

"Fuck that!" I think, and turn over in bed, ending the dream.

I've done it! I had my first lucid, albeit an extremely brief one. At least, I'm pretty sure I was lucid; I had been drinking a lot that night and my recall was close to non-existant - I'm surprised I actually remembered anything. Here's how it went down:

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13/4/12
DILD

Wherever I am [where I was and what I was doing have completely escaped my memory] I suddenly ask myself if I'm dreaming [the countless reality checks have paid off!]. At that moment I think I already knew the answer, but I look at my digital clock and do the nose-pinch reality check just to make sure.

As soon as I realise I could breathe through a pinched nose I get an incredible euphoric experience from my excitement, which unfortunately causes me to wake up before I could even think about stabilising. Oh well, I consider it progress!

Despite being very short-lived, it's really given me hope that my efforts are paying off. Here's to many more!

Another dream recall which occurred after getting up, this time in the shower. Such a nice feeling following each vague detail until you've got the whole picture (or at least a significant chunk of it).

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11/4/12

I'm in Bristol [where I recently visited to see some old school friends] and in some sort of school assembly or something. Behind the rows of people in the audience are a set of stairwells, filled to the brim with chavs. I go into one of them, and see the masses of chavs start to move towards me to try and cut me off. I pretend not to notice them and casually jump over the railings down a flight of stairs.

Later, I'm sitting in a large communal tent with about 50 or so others, all on picnic tables. I get up to walk about briefly, and stupidly leave my bag where I was sitting, which contains my very valuable laptop. As soon as I step out of the tent, multiple young chavs (no older than 12 years old) rush in grabbing peoples' bags, including mine. I sprint after the one with my bag, despite feeling extremely tired and aching all over. I catch up to him when he runs out of energy, trying to pass my stuff to his friend. I get my hands on him and the bag and punch him in the face a few times while he's on the floor.

Pretty intense dream...

On holiday for a few days with the fam, with pretty shoddy recall apart from this first night, where I remembered two:

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2/4/12

I'm going to a rave, but make a stop at my mate's house [though it looked nothing like it]. Once inside the club, I see various friends, old and new, and begin to get drunk. By the end of the night, I'm dancing with a girl I used to know [but in no way find attractive] but in an old fashioned, no-touching way. Any sudden advances I make are quickly parred away, as if it were the 1940s, so I stay back and skank unnecessarily to the jazz music being played. I'm wearing sunglasses at this point, looking like a complete fool, and it doesn't come as a surprise when I think I hear people laughing at me.

It's nearly the end of the night and I'm getting frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement I've been getting, so I spin the girl round to face me in an attempt to bring her in closer. This doesn't work, and instead I get lightly told off. Conceding, I peck her on the lips and leave the club - but not before someone from my old school walks past me with wearing no underwear.

All my friends have left at his point, and the night is coming to an end. I can't remember any of the night, despite not being that drunk, and I realise my mistake at not finding something to drop. I return to my mate's house, but it's empty. I ring my friends to no avail, so go to bed. Suddenly, one of the friends I tried to ring is in the bed next to mine, and starts talking.

What's really interesting is that the room was the same as the one I was staying in that night (on holiday) and on waking up in the morning, I still believed my friend was in the next bed for at least 2 to 3 minutes. A reverse false awakening of sorts.

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I'm in a kitchen of a flat in my uni accommodation with a friend of mine and several random metalheads. We're eating pizza, but not just ANY pizza, this pizza's musical. Each slice corresponds to a section of the song that's playing in the background, and you're restricted to eating only the corresponding slice when it's played.

When everyone leaves, I begin to flirt with a girl I've never met about cheese. I'd love to know what I said specifically, but whatever it was, she was loving it. I go back to her room briefly, and put her block of cheese on her windowsill [no, that's not a euphemism], still flirting strong.

Once I've left, I walk up some stairs to the main part of uni, past a huge crowd of people returning from a football match. My old head of sixth form begins to give a speech on a stage in the middle of the crowd, which soon gets overrun by students in a flash mob. Almost spontaneously, however, some pick up guitars and begin to play together.

Woke up for my lecture this morning, wrote down my dream, fell asleep, woke up again with another dream in mind, realised I had missed most of my lecture, got some more sleep and finally woke up with a third dream - which is a great result compared to my usual 1 per night. My second and third were particularly memorable, so I'm glad I gave myself a lie in
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12/2/12
I'm home from my lifeguarding job [which I was fired from a long time ago] and my house is busy with dozens of random people. I look for my boss's wife to give her something [curry, I think it was]. Later, as I play with my dog, Reggie, he nibbles along my arm, leaving some sort of yellow dye [which I, for some reason, dismiss as normal] . I go to the living room of my house, where my dad and sister watch a rugby match, which a strange man proceeds to parachute onto.
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I'm on a beach in a film, and some guys nearby are annoyingly throwing sand. As I approach them, and the hole they're standing in, they leave. In the hole is a folder full of papers, which I throw away. However, a phone nearby rings and tells me to retrieve the folder, as well as to destroy the hole. Without question I do what I'm told, yet the tide begins to come in fast.

Soon the water is neck-height, and I search around for the folders (of which there are now two) with the help of my mum and sister. As we struggle against the waves we lose a lot of pages, before finally reaching the back wall of the beach. It's then that I realise all of my stuff is underwater, much to my frustration.
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At uni, me and several friends run for a bus to take us to a gig. Once on, everyone takes ages sorting out payment for the bus, making the driver wait, due to high levels of intoxication. Chemical Fires by Tides of Man comes on the bus's speakers [which would be great in real life] and I began to sing along. Very loudly.
http://youtu.be/JEW5gMqhid0
Everyone seems to enjoy watching me drunkenly sing, and sometimes shout, to the rest of the public on the bus. As the chorus is in a 3/4 time signature, a girl begins to waltz with me. At the end of the song I scream the final words and, suddenly worried I'll be kicked off the bus, return to my seat.

Two friends (one from uni, one from school) provide the follow up act: one beatboxes a strange mixture of banjos and club house, while the other dances frantically (and almost dangerously). This act of extreme inebriation is enjoyed immensely by everyone on the bus, until the two performers collapse on top of each other and throw up everywhere

Nice lie in this morning, so dream recall was pretty good.
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31/1/12
I'm in a pub with my flat for one of my flatmate's birthday, drinking. For some reason the pub suddenly gets locked down - no one can enter or leave - and Diana Skouris from The 4400 [a Heroes-esque TV show I've been watching recently]leads the investigation. In the commotion I realise I need the toilet, and proceed downstairs with an unidentified mate on my shoulders [though I have no idea who, or more importantly, why].

While queuing, two arrogant girls cut in, to which all the guys around me react with a flash mob, me included. I'm quickly exiled from the toilets (which doubles as some sort of clothes shop) as I still have someone sitting on my shoulders. In reply, I turn around and fart in the bouncer's general direction. Quick to anger, he immediately grabs me and abrasively escorts me to the security office.

As I wait in the office, I manage to hire two DCs to have a food fight, and another to watch [for my amusement?] and eventually I join in. I am later released back into the pub to join my flatmates once more. However, we have to wait to be picked up by the birthday girl's parents and taken home.

At home [my house, rather than my uni flat] the parents ignore my apologies and leave. I tell my flatmates about my night in the security office, and about the food fight. I am then transported back to that scene [as if telling a very vivid story] but with different characters (this time people I know). This time, the food fight ends in making a Christmas tree out of the food, in a similar fashion to Epic Meal Time. It looked incredible.

Ok so my dream last night was pretty much all over the place, and I'm sure the following structure is artificial due to my mind's desire to make the story more followable, but you get the picture this way at least.
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15/1/12
As far as I can remember, the dream starts with my family having just come into some money to take us out of our life-long debt (which we do not have IRL), of which my dad wastes on something extravagant [in some sort of Family Guy manner]. Angry with him, we all get into a rusty old car and set off.

Our journey takes us to a rollercoaster-shaped path - throwing us up into the air over every hill. The car disappears without us noticing, and I realise the small cart I'm sitting on (now detached from the rest of my family) is rather unstable! I put all my effort into keeping it stable, but I'm more concerned about my more less-well-balanced family, particularly at the speeds we're all going.

We all make it safely to a platform in the water (apart from my mum, who had to swim the last bit) which features a set of bungee ropes and two body straps. In my mind I know I've done this before, and that it catapults you across the body of water to another rollercoaster, yet there if you don't strap yourself in fast enough, you risk serious injury. I barely save my sister as she slowly attempts to go first. The ropes snap off violently into the distance and we wait for the next set to arrive.

The rollercoasters then appear to be a video game, and we're all back in my front room back home, with the addition of my cousins and aunt. I get a brief glimpse that this is an Adventure Time video game, seeing Finn and Jake, while also finding out the aim is to deliver an extremely sugary cake to a group of rappers (given to me by P Diddy himself - I don't even like his music). My sister and spoilt cousin try the game but do not even reach the rollercoaster level, so I offer to try. My aunt gets stressed and says my cousin has another go (rather unfairly, yet I go along with it as the elder) before she breaks down into tears, claiming she doesn't want another go! A tense family feud ensues, and I unfortunately never get the chance to deliver the cake to those disappointed rappers

No dream recall last night as I was fairly intoxicated, so I thought I'd share a recurring dream I used to have when I was very young.

The dream would always start differently, in various places that were at least 1 floor above the ground. It would feel exactly like a normal dream (and probably would have continued normally, if left uninterrupted), and there's one occurrence that I remember more vividly than any dream I've experienced:

I am in my parents bedroom with some friends from school, jumping on the bed (remember, I must have been 7 or 8 years old). Suddenly, I hear the sign that I hear in every instance of this recurring dream: footsteps up the stairs. [No doubt the sound of my parents going up to bed in the real world]
I know exactly what to do at this point, as I've had years of practice: lie as flat as you can, hands by your sides, head tilted sideways. I tell my friends to do the same and they follow, apart from one. He stays standing up on the bed, and as I close my eyes I hear the door open and my friend scream as this monster throws him into a nightmare - the price to pay for not lying on the ground and therefore being invisible to him.

I think I was caught by the monster a few times in the early instances of the dream, and thrown into a nightmare, and though I never remember the top half of its body, I know that the bottom half consists of the pair of 'wrong trousers' from the Wallace and Gromit animation. I can't watch it now without being reminded of those nightmares.

This is by far my best-recalled dream since I started over a week ago, and was definitely the most interesting (if slightly disturbing).
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11/1/12
I am in some European country, probably Italy by the way it feels, with one of my best friends (Luke, an old rugby teammate), my dad, and my former head coach, Kiwi. [Rugby tour perhaps? My dad always used to love coming along and pioneering the drinking games]
The four of us are looking around some sort of touristy ornament shop when another close friend/teammate, Ant, and Luke's dad (also a former coach) walked in. Despite us all being friends, no one says hello to either of them (I didn't recognise them initially) and the atmosphere gets a bit tense.
Luke's dad asks why none of us didn't greet them before Ant looks at Luke with tears in his eyes. I knew instantly that Luke and betrayed him in some way, presumably over a girl. [Incidentally, earlier that waking day the three of us were commenting on a picture of the two of them, in which Ant's goofy grin ruins Luke's serious stare]
We all leave the shop and I discuss the situation with Kiwi as we walk through some ancient-looking ruins.

Later, I'm back in a hotel with my mum, dad and sister, as well as my old head of sixth form from school (who had morphed from Kiwi). A hotel staff member explains to my dad about damage to a note in the cupboard under my bed. He gets the note out and it's two pieces of crumpled lined paper, with what I explain are my shopping lists and one 'to do' list. [I had recently made both those lists at uni, and the bed resembled that of my uni room]
Strangely, my dad tells me not to worry about the 'rerun thing', which makes no sense but I know he's referring to the Ant and Luke situation (not that this makes it any more understandable) and asks me how much he should pay the hotel for the damage to this note. I realise everyone thinks I crumpled it by masturbating on the bed, of which I'm 100% innocent, but I'm too embarrassed to mention it, especially in front of my sister. Instead, I go along with it and tell him to pay £100.