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Welp, it sucked.

B2B LD's! So, I made another mistake of trying to do something physical to accomplish something in the dream world, but I was able to stop and re-evaluate my situation. I tried a new trick in my dream that I learned from Waggoner's book.

I can recall 4 very vivid dreams before my lucid dream.

Dream #1-Mattress Firm

I had a dream about work. I sell mattresses and Beth (my previous area manager and girl friend) was in my store, telling me that she had a plan to become my Assistant Manager so we could work in the same store together. She started cleaning and helping me put these new sheets on the mattress. She said that she called Joe, our district manager, to come to the store so he could observe the store and make a final decision to move her to my store. Joe came by as I was picking up food crumbs off the floor. He asked me, "Your dog isn't eating in the beds, is she?" I told him no, my dog doesn't eat in the beds, these food crumbs were made by some customer. I remember there was a back wall that was untidy and kinda nasty. It had stacks of boxes of paperwork that needed to be disposed of, that had been there for years. I started cleaning the area, picking up one of the boxes, then I realized that this paperwork had to be filed for at least 7 years and couldn't just be thrown away. So I put the box back and Joe left the building, finished with his inspection.

Beth and I go to the back of the building, where the employee break room is to gather our things. It's closing time. In the back room, there are rails and racks of baby product, mostly socks for little feet and cheap jewelry from Claire's. I found this jewelry box on one shelf. I open it and inside is a deformed ballerina. Her head is very large, she balanced on one bent leg with her other one extended parallel to the floor. Her leg is too long and her head is too big and as she rotates to the music, her head and leg rub up against the back of the jewelry box, making it difficult for her to turn. I show it to Beth, who makes a face, and I put it back on the shelf. We start collecting our things, mostly the jewelry.

Dream #2-Economic Revolution

There was an elder lady who was becoming very popular in the news for being an economic genius. There were commercials and ads all over the place about her new economic plan for the future. Now, in reality it's stupid and would never work, but the plan is that all companies start charging half price for their products and for every $10K they save consumers, they donate to a non-profit organization of their choosing. Well, I guess I was a reporter and I was charged with interviewing this lady in jail. She had intentionally committed a major crime of murdering a criminal so that she could be sentenced to jail. She wanted to go to jail so that she would have enough time and solitude to work on her economy book and get it published. She was still in jail when she became famous. So, I come to her jail cell and it's nice! It looks like a granny's living room. She had quilted blankets and cushioned arm chairs and little wooden tables with carved chairs. She was living luxuriously for someone in jail, and she had two older women as cellmates. Both were a little senile, one complained about her hip aching every time she sat in a wooden chair, so I couldn't interview her. The main woman that I was there for told her cellmate, "Oh, hush up honey about that old hip of yours. This is my interview." So, she was definitely a spirited lady, lol. I interview her with a recorder. I remember an older black guy, like Morgan Freeman, was my camera man, then he turned into a Michael Caine looking character.

Dream #3-Spy Classic with Love Triangle

I dreamt I was a spy who'd just escaped capture. The US government is looking for me. I sneak into a building that makes US Driver Licenses. With me, I have an old friend who's a computer nerd that knows how to make the license and hacks into government computers and gives me a new identity. I have another guy with me, who's a newby I ran into (he'd be like the ignorant citizen that represents the audience in any classic spy movie); he doesn't know what to do with himself. He's just there because he's in love with me, but I only see him as a friend. We wait for my nerdy companion to finish his work and at one point I confess my love to him and kiss him, but he says we can't be together. Deep down I know that's true. I remember walking on the rooftops of the building questioning my life choices, questioning what I wanted to do with my life. It was incredibly vivid and beautiful with the sun setting behind the buildings and a gentle breeze in the air. I was wearing this light grey hoodie, jeans, and converse sneakers. I was trying to figure out how to break the news to the newbie that I didn't love him and that I just wanted to be friends.

Dream # 4-Comforting the Child

I'm in my apartment with my boyfriend, in the living room watching tv. It's evening and my boyfriend opens the front door and says, "There's an animal running around out here." The mayor of Aaron City (if you don't know, that's Johnny Bravo's city) wants me to catch this animal. I'm naked, so I have to put on some clothes before I go outside to catch the animal. I remember putting the clothes on as well: panties, bra, shirt, sweats. I remember thinking, this dream feels familiar as if I've had it before, but i don't go Lucid just yet. (I think Waggoner calls this sub-lucid). I go outside to catch the animal, and at first it was a dog or cat, but then it turned into a child. It was a little african boy, no older than 7. I caught up to him in this giant tree house. He was running away from home because he thought his parents didn't love him because they were so strict on him all the time. I had to comfort the child and tell him that his parents loved him very much, they were only hard on him because they wanted him to be successful, to be a good kid. He seemed to understand this and was consoled. His parents arrived at the tree house to collect him and after the boy had gone, the tree house became a tree-house themed restaurant. It was fancy and apparently very popular. My family was there and I joined them at the table, but my father was in a heated argument with my mother. He was accusing her of something, not allowing herself to explain that she'd misspoke and didn't mean to set him off. My grandmother was there, taking my dad's side. I had to confront both of them and set them straight. I yelled at my dad that he needed to stop taking his frustrations out on mom, stop blaming her for his problems. All of a sudden, my old childhood friend, Archer, shows up. I look at her and realize I hadn't seen her in years. Then I realize I'm dreaming.

Dream #5-Archer in the Playground (Lucid)

I ask Archer why I dream about her so often, because I have dreamed about her often in the past. She answers my question, but I can't hear it. To me that's a sign I'm not focused enough in a dream. So, I ask her if we could step outside and talk. She follows me to a nearby playground. I'm asking her all these personal questions that I want answered, "Why is it hard for me to make friends? What can I do to make more friends?" She answers them I think, but I can't remember any of her answers. At one point, we climb high on this wood playground. The height makes me nervous. Archer smiles mischievously at me and starts breaking some of the support beams in the playground. I start climbing down immediately. I land on the ground and just as I do, she falls flat on her back, letting the tower crush her, but she's unharmed. I look at her, feeling stupid and say, "Yeah, I guess that really doesn't matter since I am dreaming after all" referring to my fear of heights and pain. So, I stare at my fingers, but it's pointless because the dream is already pretty vivid and focused. Then I look around. It's sunshiny, blue sky. I remember there being a large field for kids to run around and play. It was fenced in. On the other side of the fence, there was a Little League team practicing. It was a good atmosphere. I remember my tasks.

I shout into the open, "AM I DREAMING?" And Archer, still with me, staring blankly at the sky, says oh so nonchalantly, "Yes. You are dreaming." If I could go back and have this dream again, I would have talked to her more and ask her who she was and where she came from. She may have looked like Archer, but she definitely wasn't. What I did instead was get a little too excited. I answered her with, "Well, I'm finished with that little task!" So, I continue to the second thing on my list which was summoning. I called out Tomaki's name into the dream, which was the same mistake I used last time: using physical aid in the dream world. Shouting isn't going to get me what I want. Tomaki didn't answer or appear, so I tried again. I shouted his name and looked around the field. Nothing. All of a sudden the ground began shaking like an earthquake and the sky turned the orange and purple colors of dusk instead of daylight. I heard little voices, little feet coming my way. Archer and I look at each other and run! We run to the edge of the field where there was the gate 7 feet high. I knew I could jump over it because it was a dream, so I did. Archer stopped just before the gate. I yelled for her.

"You can do it! It's just a dream, so believe you can and you will! Just jump!" But she didn't jump. I saw her close her eyes and focus. Swirling lights circulated her body and she teleported out of there like Star Trek. My jaw dropped. She left me! No time to stand around and get angry though. I kept running from what was coming. I made it up the stairs into a subway station, where there were a lot of people running away from the evil creatures I had accidentally summoned: Smurfs. They were singing their little song, "Na na na-na-na-na!" and attacking people!! One lady grabbed me by the arm for some reason, trying to haul me in the wrong direction. I fought her off, but the Smurfs had caught up to me and surrounded me.

I learned in Waggoner's book that if you spin in a dream, the dream will alter completely. It's a quick way to randomly teleport wherever. So, I tried that as a means of escape. When I spun, everything went dark. I thought I'd woken up. I even remember staring at the back of my eyelids thinking, "Aw man! That didn't take me anywhere, that just woke me up." But the last thing I remember before actually waking up was walking through my parent's living room alone, seeing plates of half-eaten food from the night before. Loaded baked potatoes. Yum! Then I really did wake up. So, I guess the spinning trick worked, I just lost my lucidity.

I looked out across a large room and realized I was dreaming. I said out loud and I was dreaming and tried to remember the task. I was losing the dream but stayed still and hoped it came back...which it did. I was in a cafeteria. I looked around for DCs to bite. I came across some old men. One looked liked Charlie's grandfather from Willa Wonka. I decided to pass. I might have unsuccessfully attempted to bite another DC but I don't remember. I then came across a little girl with short, blond hair. She was holding cherry tomatoes in her hand. I moved my mouth towards her hand, but it was out of reach once again. I finally grabbed her hand and yanked it towards my mouth before I bit down on her finger until she felt some pain. I walked away, done with the task when I heard her muttering something. "Is she saying sick ass?" I thought. I listened closer. "Sickest!" Sickest!" she muttered. Then she approached me. "Do you need anything?" I patted her head. "I don't need anything." I woke up.

*My sister called me in the middle of the night to talk about gossip related things which had no significance, so I hung up.

*I ordered some food for my dad at a local bar and when I went to go pick it up this guy greeted me saying you made me believe in the existence of a hierarchy. He met a privileged group of society dominating and taking control of another.

The dream begins with me being chased by something I am unaware of. Soon after I become fully lucid within this neighborhood.

I remember to do my dream plan which is to use dream teleportation goggles to change the dream scene. I then manifest some virtual reality looking goggles very easily.

I put them on and this distant hazy scene begins to appear. Not being what I expected, I took them off.

I was still in the same neighborhood and I proceeded along with the dream. I flew into the sky and noticed that there were two moons and the sky was full of multicolored clouds.

There was a van that would drive down the neighborhood street shooting colorful fog into the atmosphere for a reason I am unaware of. I thought to myself am I on a different planet. I ended up at this lady's house on her balcony which had a spectacular view.

Getting the suspicion that I was on a different planet, I decided to ask her. She said yes you are on the planet Zor. I then asked her why does this planet look so similar to ours but with small variations.

She then told me that, who do you think is setting the trends on your planet. At some point I also remember standing on the balcony just enjoying the view for a moment. The distant buildings reminding me of downtown Las Colinas which is a beautiful city.

Fragments
» I'm in my student room. I believe I'm standing in front of the couch and sort of leaning over it, because I'm kissing a girl that's on the couch. Then my girlfriend enters the room. She stays in the door opening and when I turn around I'm surprised to see her and have an 'ow shit' moment. She is clearly upset. The girl I was kissing was her though. She's there twice.

» I'm in a big shop or more likely a mall. I'm by myself, though there are other people in this mall. I remember seeing some clothing for sale as well as an escalator that goes up. I don't specifically recall taking the elevator, but I do recall being on a higher floor at some point. There's a big playing area. It's colourful and I remember the colours red and yellow. It looks a bit like a bouncy inflatable area. There are no people and there is glass in front of it. I'm standing behind the glass. I am playing somehow through using the controls which are placed there. At some point there are 2 or 3 people standing besides me. On the right is a girl who works here. There's something about there being semi-dried up yoghurt on the control table. I don't remember spilling it, but I believe I apologise.

» I'm sitting on the edge of my mother's bed. My 1 year old cousin is in the bed. She crawls out and onto the ground, where she stands up. Then she decides she wants to be in the bed again, so I lift her up and place her back. I cover her with the blanket. I don't remember why, but she says my name. On the one hand I feel it's weird/impolite that she calls me by my name, without adding uncle in front of it, on the other I don't mind too much.

Councillor
I'm at my uni. I just arrived somewhere to meet with a student councillor. There is a long grey desk and I'm talking to my councillor through Skype. It feels weird to talk to a councillor who I don't even know on Skype. It feels so informal. I ask her some questions about my thesis and perhaps also some other stuff. At the end I think she asks if I have any more questions. I jokingly reply that I don't, unless she has good ideas for my thesis subject. She doesn't like the joke and would like to stop the conversation now. We kinda sit there awkwardly for a few seconds because she doesn't hang up, so I press the hang up button. Usually when I use a screen (tv/laptop/etc) in my dream it is fullscreen and I don't see anything else. I don't think that was the case this time.

Toilet shower
I'm in my room at my mom's house. My desk is standing where my bed is supposed to be. This is the way my room was arranged years ago. I'm sitting at the desk, using my laptop, which I don't see in fullscreen. I have Chrome open; one regular window and one incognito window. I open a porn site in the incognito window. At least that was my intention, but there is sound playing and I have no clue from where it's coming. I switch back to the regular window to find the porn site there. Then I suddenly get an extreme urge to pee. I don't recall going from my room to the toilet, but that's where I am. I'm standing in front of the toilet peeing, I think with the seat down. I can't recall aiming wrong, but in the end there is a puddle on the right side of the toilet. Somewhere high up on the left is a knob which I turn to turn on the shower. The pressure is high. I think it's a bit cold, but I don't really mind. I distinctively recall hearing the song Ghetto Gospel by 2Pac & Elton John playing somewhere in the distance.

FA
I have a FA. I climb out of my high bed and perhaps even perform a RC at some point, but it fails. The idea of it being a dream is present, but not that strong. My room is definitely not what it's supposed to be. The window is made up of a huge amount of tiny windows which can all be opened/closed and the windowsills are made of wood. I see a row near the top which are all left upon. Ahh so that's the reason why my room has been cold for all these years. There's more to this, but I can't remember what. Nothing much happened, but the window seemed to be the focus of this dream.

Fragment
» I'm in my taekwondo class. We're running laps for the warming up. There's a row of shopping carts placed in the room, so I move them to the side. I'm a bit scared of doing taekwondo, as I'm doubtful about my knee being up for it.

Family fight
I'm in my mom's living room. She's there, as well as I believe 2 of my cousins, a guy (20) and a girl (21). My cousins are sitting on the couch, I'm standing in the middle of the room and my mom just entered from the hallway. I'm messing with her a bit and the situation escalates. I think she's laying on her back on the dinner table. My guy cousin takes a hold of my left leg and raises it quite high, leaving me standing on my right leg. I tell him to watch out because I can't handle this situation well due to my knee surgery. In reality my right leg is my good one. This idea is present somewhere to the back of my mind, but I want him to let me go either way. I tell him that if I get injured because of this I will knock him out. My mom's boyfriend enters the room too. He's the type of guy that is always talking and always knows best, so of course he has something to say about all this. Eventually I'm walking out of the living room into the hallway, with my mom's boyfriend standing there in front of me. I'm grumpy and I don't wanna talk to him right now.

earlier - iemand liet mij verschillende klassieke componisten zien

4-11 - Wern, lsd spugen, heb je alles op? vroeg hij disappointed. Yep, manic, lol.

5-11 - Lauren tillen, winkelstraten, zwaar, kon het redden.

5-11 - mountaintop, ice-climbing with people/family and dad. Have no ice-boots just sport shoes. Fall a little, dangerous. Use holes of other people's boots to hold on to and climb and make holes myself to hold onto, fel like i can fall, feels comfortably safe. come to the top. lie on the peak with my belly. saw my dad there before, saw someone jump off and slide down the mountain. the peak looks like the inside ring of a tree. (dad) looks at me as if that should be obvious. i'm the only one that fits there, someone wants to get up, nobody can come up there before i slide off. i'm afraid to look down and feel like i lose the nerve to just slide off safely.

+ hiking/exploring on the massive mountainside carvings/statue
The scene [or my memory of it] begins with a group emerging onto a large open area outside high up on a mountainside. Ahead of me is a young asian man (with a small mustasche?) whom I think previously was on our team but has switched sides to the enemy?
I "know" that the place we are is very special massive carving on the mountainside, of a Chinese dog/dragon head. There are huge golden pillars/boulders to the sides, and I look up at the face of the cliffs and see the huge eye carved there. I see in the very far distance, a flat land far away and far below, and know that the carvings on the mountain are quite well seen from even that far away.

I'm looking down at the ground and see all sorts of very colorful stones/rocks. I want to take one or more with me, but I do not know if I have any spare weight left in my luggage. I look at several, and one in particular catches my eye and I pick it up and turn it over and look at it all around: it is a grayish stone covered with beautiful pastel blue and green polka dots.

Another stone has a clear crystal part and a deep reddish-brown translucent part, and I turn it over and see some bits of salami wedged into the rock. Of course, because this is a salami sandwich rock! I pick out the bits of salami.

I see more rocks, like flint/shale, sharp, ragged edges. I pick one up and turn it over, there are large scarab beetles (?) on the bottom. I move up a path picking up other rocks, and there are mussels inside chambers if you lift off the covers.

My colleague CC (companies "3", "b", current company "s") is there and says he's hungry. I ask if he's eaten those beetles from the underside of that other rock. He says yes, I say "even with all those gross wiggly legs!?".

+ visiting anderj101's new room, playing his piano
I'm hanging around a (dorm?) and [pretty sure it's] anderj101 comes up with pictures of his new room! He applied for and got a room for himself, the picture has a couch on it. I go to see his new room. In the picture there is a small square hard (wood?)-floor dance area where he teachers dance classes to kids. I think that those classes are probably why he was approved to get this room all to himself. I see the small area on the picture, and inside the room I see the same area but it's smaller. I look again and it's more reasonable sized now.

Inside the room we both hold out our arms to our sides and spin around in circles, and I say "oh boy, So Much Space!" I revel in all the open space in this room.

I move to sit on a couch, and I feel like I'm so comfortable here I want to sleep. But I say that "I'm just going to sit here and close my eyes and imagine things (decorating options?) about this room" but really I intend to sleep.

I get up and turn around and want to play on anderj101's piano. He says "well don't play that old one, it's out of tune." So I sit down on a (square cushioned?) stool in front of the digital piano which is a shiny, deep burgundy color, and very curvy/swoopy in shape. The keyboard is on the ground with no stand so I can't reach it. Anderj101 says "most people pick up the keyboard and put in on their laps." So I do that. I position my hands to start playing the intro to Arthur's Theme (Christopher Cross), but then I notice that all the keys above middle C are missing and there are only little circular buttons where the key would press down to activate the sound, and realize I can't play this.

I try to play anyway, and position my hands and try to play, but the whole keyboard is now flexible and bending up and down in peaks and valleys and the keys are all sort of squished close together, and I give up after just a bar or two.

We're outside now walking in to some door and I say "love songs are the most fiendishly difficult to play." Anderj101 says "yeah and girlfriends always want you to play those love songs." I say "so you might as well have to be a concert pianist!"

Inside the door I'm standing close with a group of people, one of whom is VTch who comes up, he comes up from the back and around the crowd to stand in front of me. He says someone apparently had been squeezing him very hard on his arm.

+ at work, watching a color printer in action
I'm at a job that I never go to much, it is a moonlighting job. I wonder if I can ask the president for my paycheck, and if I picked it up last time since I don't come around very much. I'm standing at printer, against wall, then I move to the one in the middle of the room which is managed by the IT guy who's desk is right there in the middle of the room. This is a color printer and it has a very special way of printing (dots?). I watch the process of a large long piece of paper has various color designs painted on it in a waterfall pattern.

+ (f) at a party, something about getting beer?

I had arrived in a town with some friends to run a half marathon. I hadn't done any training. I said that I was going to run it in around 2 hours. We were on a playing field and we started moving toward the start line. There were big crowds of people all moving in the same direction.
I became separated from my friends. I was carrying a bag and wearing a big coat and looked for somewhere to leave them. I thought a bench would be safe, it looked like someone was going to do some children's entertainment there as there were balls and other things left lying around. I put my bag on the bench.
I still had to get rid of my coat. I wandered into a changing room but it would cost me money to hire a locker and I didn't have any, I almost hung the coat up on a hook but it was a nice yellow skiing jacket and I didn't want it to be stolen. Then I was suddenly in someone's house and he had offered to let me leave it there. I was stood in his hallway but I didn't actually see him. I was looking at lockers on the wall, there was a poster on the lockers showing a building, his mother appeared and told me it was disgusting and I knew she was talking about a gay nightclub and the friend was gay.
I was outside again. It was sunny and warm. I realised it was 5 minutes until the start of the race and I was a long way from the start. I was running down a sloping street towards the town center. There were too many people in my way so I had to run over some rough ground covered with thorns. I made it to the start of the race but I had left my runner number at home so I couldn't run. I watched the start of the race as I walked along the side of the street, there were shops on the side of the road. I saw a few other people dressing in running gear and wondered why they weren't running.
A man came up to me and started asking questions. I knew who he was but couldn't remember his name. Then there were several other men stood around me and I sort of knew them all but couldn't remember exactly who they were.

I had some other dreams but have forgotten them now.

I don't remember any of my dreams last night, beyond waking up and reminding myself to remember what I'd just dreamed about.

d'oh.

However, while trying to remember at least a few fragments of it, I somehow dredged up an ancient dream from when I was like... 4 or 5 years old.

I was in a store in the mall with my aunt S. It was a clothing store, think of like Ross's but a much older one... the name escapes me... the chain has mostly faded away. I don't think I've seen one in a long time.

Anyway, I lost my aunt somehow. I'm wandering around through the aisles looking for her, when I see a yellow Mylar balloon with a smiley face on it floating in the middle of the aisle I'm looking down. A balloon is interesting, but I'm looking for my aunt. I continue looking down the aisles. When I turn around again, the balloon is behind me, a few feet away.

As I go through the store looking for my aunt, every time I turn around or look down the aisle, the balloon is there. I start to feel like it's following me. It goes from interesting to weird to unsettling.

I finally find my aunt and complain about the balloon. I can't really articulate what's going on or why it's upsetting me, though. Either way, she either doesn't believe me or doesn't care. Little kids say weird shit all the time, after all.

I follow her out of the store and we meet up with my grandmother and my cousin outside in the main area of the mall. There is a giant yacht in the middle of the mall, just sitting there. It's huge. Not quite the size of an ocean liner, but definitely way too big to just be sitting there in a mall. I recall that the lighting in the mall was very dim, and the ground was very... kind of fake brown marbly. Very "generic mall". The yacht was very white.

I wouldn't quite classify it as a nightmare, but I remember that it was an upsetting dream. At the time that I had it, I still didn't have a firm grasp on the idea that dreams are different from reality, so I spent a while believing that a balloon had really chased me around a store. I didn't like Mylar balloons for quite a while after that.

I'm at a groscerie store, it's in a old brick warehouse, with long rectangular windows. It's nicely cold inside with stack of brightly colored fruits and vegetables. I'm not alone in here; there's a teenage girl dressed to the nine in grungy, gothic clothes, with matching black lipstick and rebellious attitude. There's a groupe of men dressed in what's look like armies fatigues, they seem world weary and dangerous. And of course there's the cashier, a slimy, wannabe womanizer in a open collar shirt with slicked back dark hair and a gold chain dangling in the tuff of hair of his chest.*

The girl go to pay for her stuff and he hand here a small booklet with a black cover. I go after her to pay for my things and he and me a similar booklet, only mine looks like his little sister made it. I walk out of the back of the store to a park with gravelled paths and a fontain. I read the booklet; it's telling me that I'm some sort of paranormal creature, and that I'm both descending and under the tutelage of a godess named Asthatée. I get angry reading, telling that it's a bunch of horseshit. The dangerous-looking men are getting out behind me and trying to calm me down, telling me that they are used to that kind of things, but I blown them off and go to the cashier to tell him that he shouldn't hand out shit like this to teenager. He absolutly flips out and jump me, his hand turning into claw and going for my neck. I run away under one of the window, and one of the man, a hunter, manage to get on the ledge and use it to pour liquid fire on the enraged cashier, making him melt. Another of those men got caught in the fight and is badly burned; I look for something to soothe his pain. I spot a bottle behind the desk of the now deseased cashier: it's micronised milk. I grab it and pour some on the burns of my savior; it seem to work and he's relieved.

*classy act, this one.

I'm at a party, the girl is a friend of a friend who is hosting it. I eat cake as other people get wasted. I eat a chocolate mousse cake followed by another fruit cake. They are excellent. A kitten comes up and rubs up against me. It is doing it really hard, it must really like me. As it rubs its nose into my eye socket, it starts getting weird, it this cat sexually attracted to me or something?!?

At a McD's, a Spanish guy I know from school orders a sundae, I look into it and see it barely has ice cream in it, let alone sauce. The staff mustn't like him much. Suddenly he becomes the shift manager, uniform and all, and we sit down and start to talk.

Like in a real-life Springfield. Maude is there, no one likes her, she is very crabby and petty. No one likes Ned Flanders either, he is a religious nut. Bart, looking like a real person, says that Maude should be dead. There is a vibe can Bart can see the future.

*Note: Today in school we had ice cream. The Spanish guy from my dream, someone I've never talked to, comes up and talks to me at my table. If I were more of the free-minded type, I'd be calling this a prophetic dream.

Don't remember much. Main reason I'm posting this is to record the sleep paralysis I experienced, which I think is only the second time ever that I experienced it. Quite scary.

-4 people dying in a beautiful tragedy style dream

-I'm on the street by my house french kissing everyone I see. I realize I'm lucid, and decide to go to my neighbor's house to see who's home but I wake up.

-I died and went to heaven. I'm opening drawers that when you open them seem to go on forever.

I wake up, but I can't move. I can't even open my eyes. It's scary but I figure I'll come out of it eventually I try to fall back asleep in hope that when I wake up I won't be paralyzed anymore, but I somehow am finally able to move. Sometime during this I hear things like my dad in my room(in RL he's not at the house) and my dog(also not here in RL). Weird dream-like state.

Helping my parents
I'm in the kids' bathroom (which is as it is in real life), getting ready to take a shower. I check my phone and see that I need to move quickly - Mom stayed with us last night, and she wants to head home soon, but first she wants to go to the store with us to get something.

Now I'm downstairs in "my house." I'm working on some kind of balance transfer from eBay for Frank. He's been selling stuff, but the money has been accumulating in his eBay account and he can't figure out how to transfer the money out into his bank account. Now I'm holding a bunch of printouts of emails from eBay which should document the amounts and accounts involved. I remember that some banks have a minimum deposit, and I don't know if this will meet it, so I think it may be necessary to make a withdrawal and then immediately redeposit it, plus the eBay stuff, so it'll go through. Now I'm printing out a cashier's check for $90 - that plus the eBay stuff will exceed the minimum. As I'm looking at it, I realize I should have ensured that the documentation I have (the emails) is enough - it seems kind of flimsy, and it would be a pain to have requested the cashier's check for nothing.


A strange day at school
I'm in a small classroom with only my oldest daughter, oldest son, and our physics teacher. I'm listening to him with only half an ear as he drones on about something. He's standing at the head of a short rectangular table. I'm sitting to his left, and my children are sitting across from me. He's going on about something, but it doesn't make any sense. I hope the book will be clear enough to figure out the contents of the lecture and do the problems. Now my children are doing the problems in their workbooks. While I was distracted, it seems the teacher finished his lesson and gave us the rest of the period to get started on our homework. I keep doing whatever it is I'm doing, since I don't actually have the workbook with me, and I feel a bit embarrassed about it. Eventually I look in my backpack, on the floor to my right, just to make sure - and it turns out the workbook was there all along. Whoops. I get it out but then can't find anything to write with; I end up borrowing one I find laying around somewhere.

Now I'm outside class talking to my daughter. She says the teacher is really well known, that he's currently second in his field. She says something about the intermediate competition she and her brother are part of, then wonders what it must be like to be in advanced like I am. I have no idea what's going on at all, so I say something generic.

I look around and see that we're in a clear grassy area which is surrounded by trees and which has a scattering of small buildings. As we're talking a strange plane comes in view. It looks like just the fuselage with no wings, though in the dream I'm not at all surprised by its appearance. I am surprised by its color scheme - it's got a kind of yellow/black check, so I assume it's some kind of taxi service. The most surprising thing about it is that it's moving every which way and is sometimes on its side or even up-side-down. I point it out to my daughter, who turns around to look at it. I get more and more worried as it heads our way. We're the only two who see it, so eventually I call out a warning as loudly as I can - something along the lines of "Look out!!!" - and it crashes in the middle of the clearing. Most of us start to run towards it, to see if we can offer aid to anyone inside, but a man with a very commanding voice orders us to keep back, then less loudly explains how important it is to wait for it to cool down. Someone else says something about a majority of airplane deaths being caused by inhaling poisonous fumes.


Fragment: During WW2, an injured soldier is being shown a black and white video of a little American plane taking down a much larger enemy plane.

Dl1 - In a changing room with benches all around the outside. D is needing help getting change. I kindly help him put his socks on. I then feel the urge to hug him despite him being a little .... I hug him and feel a relief wash over me. Maybe he is not so bad after all
He offers me some of his food,a carrot. I sit down and take out my lunch it is a giant Baclava (greek cake with honey). On top there is strawberries and cream. I take a bit then offer him a strawberry. He opens wide and takes a bite like pittbull dog. His jaws are locked over the cake and my face, aaaaaaa!! (Hmm seems familiar), why do people keep biting me).

Dl2 - On holiday, in a shalley type room with double doors opening onto a veranda. Below is a short drop down. There are cupboards below , I investigate and find they are full of food in jars. I sit on the grass in the sun and sample the food stuffs.