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I was watching The Walking Dead last day and i thought i would be cool to have a dream about it. Well i had one about zombies. It was a pretty long one. Instead of fighting the zombies i was running away . I beat some of them using baseball bat but i was sliding without correctly hitting head. I argued with some others which way to run. I told them to go the way they came Now i can recall atleast 2 dreams from one night. Still no luck at achieving my first fully lucid dream

Dream of: 12 November 2013 "In The Cemetery"
While walking around Greenlawn cemetery in Portsmouth, I encounter a fellow whom I know and we talk for a few minutes. When a thin woman (probably in her late 20s) with kinky blonde hair walks past us, I start talking with her and quickly perceive that she has an accent. I'm surprised to find someone in Portsmouth with a foreign accent. As we continue talking, I realize how gorgeous she is. After we talk for a while, she says she has to leave, and a small white pickup truck pulls up. I have the feeling that her boyfriend might be driving the truck, but then I'm happy to see that another woman is driving.
The blonde and I both climb into the back of the truck which is so loaded down with stuff, I can barely find a place to sit. She moves in close to me and sits on my lap. The other woman then simply drives around the cemetery as the blonde and I continue talking. I ask her where she's from, but what I really want to know is what language she speaks. It sounds as if she might have a French accent, but I'm unsure. When I ask her if she'll tell me what country she's from, she refuses and says, "No."
I'm unhappy to hear her response and I continue to press her. Thinking I could exchange a few words with her in another language, I tell her that I speak a couple languages. Although she refuses to tell me what language she can speak, she remains pressed so close to me that our faces are almost touching. She seems attracted to me and finally I give her a sensuous little peck on the lips. I'm surprised that she allows me to kiss her like that, and I ask her if she does this with every man she meet. She asks me what I mean and I respond, "Make them fall in love with you."
I could just imagine this beautiful creature seducing one man after another. I explain that its not that I'm actually in love with her, but that she has definitely made me feel attracted to her.
The truck stops for a moment and a brown-haired woman (probably in her early 30s) hops on the back. I immediately recognize her as my Kievian Facebook friend, Kateryna. She stands pleasantly in front of us. Since I know that Kateryna speaks French, I start talking to her in French. Referring to the blonde, I say something like, "Je crois que elle parle français, mais elle ne veut pas parler avec moi."
The blonde - still sitting on my lap - is facing Kateryna with her back toward me. She says a few words to Kateryna in French, but I can't hear clearly what she says. It sounds as if the blonde is able to speak French, but as if French isn't her native language. I have the feeling that she may be from a small country which speaks an obscure language, and I think she might even mention the name of a tiny European country.
Kateryna only stays on the truck a few minutes before leaving. The driver of the truck continues driving several times around the cemetery. It seems curious that the other woman seems to be acting as our chauffeur and driving us around like that. I can't quite figure out why she would be doing that. I continue talking with the blonde until the truck finally stops. I hate to leave her. She says she wants to ask a favor of me. She wants me to do something for her. I really like the woman and I hope to myself that she's not going to say something like, "For a hundred dollars I'll do anything you want."

Dream of: 11 November 2013 "Bloody Dog"
*I'm in a house where I live. The huge back yard is enclosed in a black wrought iron fence. I can hear some dogs which I own in the back yard and I go outside to look at the three or four large dogs, one of which is black. Then I see five small black puppies walking toward the house, I think, "Oh my God", as I wonder if one of my dogs had puppies. That would be a disaster. I definitely don't want any more dogs. Then I see another black dog - wearing a red collar - which doesn't belong to me and I realize that it has brought the puppies into the yard. I think I'm going to have to call the dog pound to come and get this black dog and its puppies.
I see that my dogs have surrounded the intruding dog and I go to it. I find that it is covered in blood. I had thought the dog was black, but now I see that it is a lighter color. The collar also isn't red. I grab the dog by the collar and talk soothingly to it. When I see a tag with a name and a phone number on the collar, I think I'll be able to call the owner right now since I have my cell phone in my pocket. Hopefully the owner will come and fetch the dog and the puppies.
I use a white rag to rub the blood off the dog's face. The dog has a cut on the top of its head. I guess my dogs must have attacked it. Trying to be as nice as I can to the dog, I say, "Come on baby."

Dream of: 09 November 2013 (2) "Dream Of The Dead"
*I've arrived on a bus for a visit at the home of Steve Weinstein (whom I've known since we were in the tenth grade together in 1967). Steve is living in a splendid mansion which apparently originally belonged to Steve's parents. I don't know whether they still live in the home or whether they have died, but I have the feeling that Steve has inherited this place from them.
*Steve, whom I haven't seen in a long time, is probably in his late 30s, and looks in good form. I say something like, "So how's life turned out?"
When he doesn't respond, I continue with something like, "I feel like my life hasn't even started yet."
I reflect that I actually do feel exactly like that. As old as I am, it feels as if my life is just getting started. I'm thinking how I've needed all these years to accumulate all the dreams which I've written. Now I have the material for the books which I still want to write. Its true that I feel as if I really haven't lived, but as if my life is only now getting started.
I want to tell Steve about a dream which I had on the bus on the way here. I think the dream was interesting because it had involved dead people. I begin telling Steve the dream and describing the people whom I met in the dream. I didn't figure out that the people in the dream were dead until the end of the dream and I'm anxious to get to that part as I relate the dream to Steve.
As I'm narrating the dream, I realize that Steve and I have left his house and are now sitting in a car. It almost seems as if we're heading north on highway 23 between Portsmouth and Columbus. The car is a red convertible with the top down. Steve is driving while I'm sitting on the hood of the car with my back against the windshield on the passenger side.
Steve seems to be driving very fast, and as he whizzes along the road - covered with ice and snow - I tell him to be careful. I reflect that I'm not as reckless as I used to be. I don't even like to go outside any more and I usually stay at home, especially on days when ice and snow cover the ground.
We seem to be on a four-lane highway, but cars are coming toward us in all lanes. Steve almost hits some people walking across the road right in front of us, but he misses them. I glance to my left and see that the road is on the side of a cliff which borders an area as big as the Grand Canyon. I gasp, "Oh my God." I can just imagine going over the side of cliff, flying through the air, and crashing at the bottom. Nevertheless, with me still lying on my back on the hood of the car, Steve continues to silently speed down the road as fast as he can. I think I need to slide back into the seat. This is really dangerous. I could just fall off from here.
Finally I realize that we're back in Steve's house and that I'm sitting on the floor of a bedroom. I'm only wearing a pair of white underwear. I recall that I took off my clothes as soon as I entered the house. A door is open and I can see into the adjoining room where a fellow (perhaps 30 years old) is lying on the top bunk of a bunk bed right next to the door. He's awake and Steve says something to him. Apparently the fellow lives here with Steve. I'm a little embarrassed because I have an erection which is perceptible under my underwear. I hope I don't have to stand up. I wish I were holding a book which I could hold in front of me if I do have to stand up.
The other fellow stands up out of the bed. Apparently he wants to shake my hand, but I remain seated. I don't really want to stand up. Since I know that Steve is gay, I think I might make a joke and say, "Forgive the boner. I got it when I saw Steve, but I decide it would be better not to say that. I know that I have no attraction for Steve and that I've simply had an erection ever since I entered the house.
Steve has walked out of the room. I figure that he also will only be wearing underwear when he returns. I anticipate that his body will be muscular and built-up. My body is in good shape, but I know it won't look nearly as good as Steve's. I feel a bit self-conscious when I glance at my stomach and notice a bit of flab.

I woke up in my room and immediately did a Reality Check. I was dreaming.
I thought that I wasn't fully in Sleep Paralysis so I just waited a moment so i can be sure that I was in full paralysis.
Next thing I know, I'm fully awake in my bed.

Details: I've been going through a lot lately. Firstly I was kicked out of my apartment by a jealous roommate, am dating someone but not sure of where it will lead me. Now getting ready to get into college and making strides to improve my life; as well as finding a new place with a friend (That I like, and mutually likes me in return). So lots of upheaval.

The dream: Starts with me studying at the public library I typically hang out at after class. Then an ex lover walks in I had not seen him for years. At first he does not recognise me. I notice him but stay silent and focused on my work, though I do not hide my presence. However he double takes me and walks up to my table. He kisses me on the forehead, remarking that I have changed so much since the last time he had seen me. We talk, he mentions that he is married and with kids ( I knew this in my waking life). Then tells me how happy it has made him,despite hating his wife. He then asks me if I had children yet. I tell him that I never want them (truth in life). He seems soloem telling me that he always wanted a kid with me, but things between he and I were too messed up; then it was a shame, since he thought that finally I was good enough for him.

The dream shifted to me hiking, I had a hard time getting up a steep hill and asked a friend for a hand up. He refused. And my ex rode past me on his bike. I got angry, and grew wings and just flew up the hill instead. After I bought a ton of Sailor Moon toys for myself at a store and skipped away to my home.

Bad night's sleep, horrendous recalls. This is what I can remember for the first part:

Bxcxgds. EWRaf asgdsgkldj blaskfj? Adgldskgj!

I woke up at maybe around 2:00 or 2:45 and was couldn't fall asleep due to various things on my mind. So I worked on some things until 3:30am and tried to go back to bed. Still took me a long time to fall asleep, but at least this recall isn't complete gibberish:

I hiked up a mountain. It was at times forested, and at times dry rock -- totally different climates. At one point, I came across a boulder. It wasn't particularly immense or unique-looking, but it felt overwhelming, as if there's a really dense gravity field to it, and it feels like I'm thisclose to it all the time. It actually felt a little like the dreams I'd have when I have a fever.

I'm not sure if I reached the top, or how long this went on. Eventually the dream fades, and I wake up.

Original journal entry dated July 14, 2002:

I dreamed I was on a road-trip with my aunt and uncle, except that it was like a video-game in that I could save at certain points and then "play" from my last save-point. My cat, Abby, was with us, and she fell out the window, but they refused to stop the car so I could go and get her, even though she was in the middle of traffic. So I screamed at the top of my lungs until they stopped the car. Miraculously, my cat had not been flattened and seemed perfectly fine, though I wondered if maybe she actually HAD gotten hit and seemed ok but was bleeding internally. Then I vaguely remember what was possibly a different dream, there was a lot of art involved, paint and colors and rainbows and stuff, and something about silk.

Original journal entry dated July 15, 2002:

It was sort of a waking-dream, a daydream, as I unsuccessfully tried to fall asleep. All I could manage was a light snooze. All the same, I imagined that I was leafing through my old Bible.
I don't consider myself a religious person; all the same, it had significance for me. I hated that old Bible because it was such an ugly teal color, and because the vinyl was cracked, and because it was dog-leafed from being studied and being in my backpack. I flipped through the pages and saw where they had been highlighted. There were a lot of highlighted passages, stuff that I was supposed to study for class. My old Bible was heavily highlighted, mostly in yellow, and I always hated how the pages were so thin that the yellow marker leaked through them and then you could see the black on the other side, and it made them so hard to read. In any case, I really hated that Bible.
I had to buy it for class - the King James version. And I hated it because my mother had had to buy the cheapest one in the store. I think I was looking for one verse - one particular verse - that would answer everything, every question I had ever had, and it wasn't there. All of the passages in smudgy black ink on cheap paper, highlighted in yellow, that I had had to study for so many hours for my classes, didn't hold the answers. The verse that I was looking for just didn't exist.

Wednesday:

Fragments involving a man with a hook for a hand, giving him a hand and taking his hook myself; a witch who was trying to force the hook-man to sleep so that she could somehow influence him in a dream; a prince and his army who arrived on this scene, with no knowledge of anything going on between the witch and the hook-man; and a man with some form of mental connection to the witch, his sister.

A man visiting his wife's family with her, the first time since they were married. The father-in-law's distant and judgmental. He's saying, "You'll have to understand, we only drink old French wines here - Bordeaux," that being where the mother-in-law's from. Inside, the mother-in-law is a tiny woman with long, thick grey hair, very warm and expressive. She asks her son-in-law how his meditation practice is going, and asks if he's getting by okay in New York - which he loves, but she doesn't understand how anyone could enjoy living in cities. She says, "You've been in that city for about a hundred years, but you seem to have left in a good mood." He finds her energy overwhelming.

In a small restaurant, the baker's brought out samples of new doughnuts for everyone to try, I had two, one with a peach filling, the other blueberry, and I was surprised by the taste of the 'blueberry' - it reminds me of pixie stix and sweet tarts and similar childhood candies, not in the sense of being sugary, it's more the type of flavoring those candies use. I comment on it, and someone at the next table asks what this lump in theirs is. I look and point out to them that it's a blueberry. They've never seen a blueberry before?

While walking across a field, I'm explaining to someone what juice is. I wind up having to describe it as crushing something until its external protection breaks down and its liquid insides run out, and I'm trying to figure out how to make it very, very clear to the creature I'm talking to that this is something that should be done only to plants.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I'm in a dream world, talking to an image of Regina that is breaking down and melting after being attacked by someone else, and I'm saying, "This isn't you." Allowing herself to show weakness, I mean. I say it again, then reconsider - it's possible this is one side of her, or even how I think of her. There had been a young girl with her, and now I take the girl by the hand and lead her away, ignoring the image of Regina that's still falling apart.

Someone's telling me they need me to act as a detective. I cut them off, saying, "What, I'm supposed to magically figure out where the dying guy came from?" But I do find some form of trail, scratches on the floor, leading to what seemed like a wall but which must have some kind of opening.

Vampires. I brought two humans to see a friend of mine, I wasn't intending to kill them, and I'm a little annoyed at my friend, but I'm not making any effort to stop him either. He's saying to the humans that he hasn't decided yet whether to kill them or turn them. His fangs dig into his own lip, and he spits blood on the human he's got pinned down, which has a sort of acidic effect. I, the dreamer rather than the character, observe that it's much like the way flies break down their food.

I've been working on a system of cables to allow transportation around an island. It's something two guys had been using on a very small scale on their own property, and I've been working with them to expand it to cover the entire island. I'm mostly doing this to help out a woman I'm in love with who lives in a very remote area, but it's going to benefit everyone on the island. Now I'm looking at the initial stage that's about ready for a test run, and feeling proud, when a troop of soldiers with wings descends out of the sky. Their leader - who I've met before, in a friendlier setting - arrests me on suspicion of killing the king, among others. This is a setup - I know who the actual killer is, and I came to this island in the first place to hunt that person. I'm blaming myself for getting distracted with this side project; if I'd focused solely on my mission, maybe he wouldn't have had time to frame me.

Thursday:

There's a room on a spaceship that's being converted into a sort of swamp. This alien species needed this certain type of room for some cultural reason to do with the sharing of emotions, and so we set it up for him. One of the other aliens, from a different species, says that if humans turn out to be understanding and reasonable, s/he's going to be very disappointed. I say nah, don't worry, no matter how many understanding and reasonable humans you meet, you can always count on a few of us to mess things up, every time.

A group of vampire hunters. A man leading things over the phone; someone who is either a doctor, a former doctor, or simply someone who steals meds from hospitals, refusing to be hurried by the hunters around him; a recording of a man interacting with someone who doesn't show up on video, with viewers arguing that it's definitely faked.

Original entry on March 18, 2008:

So first I dreamed about this one river, and it was very very polluted, and these guys decided to go fishing. Only they found this one invisible island. At first it seemed like a really wonderful, idyllic place, and this nice old lady invited them inside.

Note: if a "nice old lady" invites you ANYWHERE, it's a good idea not to go. In fact, run really fast in the opposite direction.

Anyway, so of course they listened to her, and they went into this house and down these stairs into this, like, underground mansion thing. Which seemed really great and everything at first, but then they started to notice discrepencies in stuff that they didn't notice at first. The woman had a pet dog, like a big mastiff, only it seemed a little strange sometimes, like it couldn't quite fit entirely inside of its form. Like sometimes the walls would flicker, or there'd be stains where there shouldn't be, or the furniture or the stuff hanging in the closet would seem really weird for a second, that sort of thing. Then one of them made the mistake of looking behind the shower curtain and there were a bunch of skinned bodies hanging there. So all of the sudden the illusion fell away and they realized that they were in a structure made entirely of bones and decomposing bodies and other stuff like that, the remains of people and animals and stuff. She'd fed some of them to her "dog", which was actually this huge demonlike thing. So anyway, she turned out to be a pretty ooglay monster thing herself, and chased them. They jumped into the river and managed to get to their village. The mayor, who was a woman, and looked strangely... well, familiar... led an expedition to the island with a bunch of big tough guys, only when they got there the place was deserted and all of the bones and stuff were dried up.

Ok, dream number two, there's this really busy police office and they're trying to catch this one serial killer dude who's responsible for a bunch of really gruesome murders. But well the police office is really busy, and they're very overworked and everything. They get this call from this one woman who seems to sort of be freaking out, there's a bunch of growling and snarling in the background that sounds like really pissed off dogs, and she's asking them to send people over. The cops are like, "We're really busy and we'll send animal control, ok?" and then they hang up before she can say anything. So the woman's stranded on the bed with her two kids, and she DOES own a doberman, only it's sort of dead right now because she's being attacked by evil vicious snarling demon-babies. And one of them goes after her kid so she winds up wrestling with it and it sinks its teeth into her arm.
So the cops are looking at this newspaper clipping later on, and the headline is "Woman And Children Found Dead In Bedroom, Eaten". And they chalk it up to this serial-killer who's been going around. They just can't seem to catch the guy.

Hotel Entertainer.

I think this dream might have been from the night before last. But I only recalled it now.

I was visiting this hotel that was owned by three siblings. (Kristie, Ryan, and Grey.) Each of them had designed and built one wing of the hotel. Ryan and Kristie's wings were very straight and orderly, while Grey's wing was built sort of haphazardly, and the rooms in the building looked sort of crooked. Some jutted out from the side of the building while others were pressed into the building. Somehow, someone explained to me that Grey was "off" compared to the other two. Even then, all three wings were unified by the fact that they had large windows and were constructed of a white cement material. The hotel was built in a suburban area, there were alot of one-story houses and stores around.
I sat down at a picnic table outside the hotel with two other male dream characters. We talked for a bit, I can't remember about what. Just that we were entertained.
One of the things that I recall best was that a good portion of the first floor of Kristie's wing didn't have a wall. There was sort of this indoor/outdoor type room with a bunch of laundry machines for washing the bedsheets and towels in the hotel. I watched a pair of housekeepers working for a few minutes.
I started hearing this buzzer and seeing this light go off. (There was a small alarm-type box on the table.) I couldn't figure out what it meant, but the other boys started laughing. Then Ryan showed up, and got really mad at me. He said that I was supposed to go to the room that the buzzer had came from and entertain the guests. (Becaue apparently I worked here now.)
When he left, the other boys explained to me that it was our job to entertain the guests, and the only time we were allowed to deny them entertainment was if we were already entertaining someone else. I looked behind me, and there was a large cart filled with different colored tee-shirts. The boy continued by explaining that when a guest calls and wants to be entertained, they can request that you wear a particular color of shirt.
I got a cell phone call, and it was another guest wanting entertainment. I answered and it was a man and a woman who had just gotten married. They asked me to put on either a brown or orange shirt and come up to their room. I started looking through the bin for a shirt in one of those colors, but I couldn't find one. I was still on the line with them, and they asked me to keep looking for the shirt, because for some reason, having me look for a shirt over the phone was entertaining to them. (Dream logic)

Pokemon Builder

I had a dream I was playing the new Pokemon game, and playing this minigame where you could design your own Pokemon. The idea was sort of like playing with stickers. Where there were a bunch of stickers that looked like eyes and bodies and spikes. You could arrange them into a new Pokemon.
I can remember I was trying to create a Geodude. (I think that was a 1st Generation Pokemon, and one of the favorites from my childhood.) But my Geodude ended up looking like crap, and I got frustrated.


Graduation Crashers

I am so looking forward to getting out of school.

We were graduating, but the graduation ceremony required all of the underclassmen to be present as well. We were in this location that my school clearly does not have in real life. It was essentially this huge hexagonal stadium-type room. There was a wooden stage in the center where some important educational figure was giving students their diplomas and congratulating them for completing school.
After one particular student was called down, the Junior class started booing them and the room started to get out of control. Some teachers came in and told the Juniors that if they didn't quiet down they would all be written detentions.

I don't remember the first dream I had, although I think it had something to do with my mother. I know I was talking in my sleep again, because I said something and heard/felt myself speak out loud (but still didn't realize it was a dream or wake up).

I recall the second:
I wanted to go Trick or Treating. My brother had gone Trick or Treating earlier in the evening, and he brought home a huge bag of candy, which he shared with me. I felt weird about doing it, though, since I'm 30, but I thought I could get away with it if I tried to look like a teenager. Unfortunately, it was almost 9 pm and all of the porch lights on the houses were off. There was some candy scattered on the ground outside some of the houses, so I picked that up. There were also tiny plastic spiders all over the place. This had something to do with my friend R, but I'm not sure what.

Morning of November 21, 2013. Thursday.



In one of several of my recalled dreams of this morning, I am a bat-like being (more bat-like than usual relative to this recurring nighttime flying theme) and fly about in a “cloak” which in this dream is actually more like a set of four webbed membranes of some kind - yet somehow they still seem a bit cloth-like (thus man-made) at different points. There are two for the arms from wrist to ribs and two from the hips out and back to the legs and ankles. There are four open arc-shaped spaces between where the thinner but tougher membranes or sinew are attached at the eight points. I have not ever, to my knowledge, seen anything exactly like this in any fanciful imagery in real life, though probably the closest I have seen is only very slightly like one aspect of the Marvel Banshee character (he does not have the two extra parts that come out for the legs - somewhat butterfly-like).

As usual, I do not flap my arms or make much effort related to directional control, but just glide along at night, simply and willfully - mostly by thought alone. I sometimes form a sort of hourglass shape. It is not nearly as vivid or enjoyable as my other recurring “late-night flying in a cloak” dreams, and does not have the same sense of subtle bliss and comfortable “endlessness” as that type.

At one point, an unknown slovenly woman follows me around, annoying me for a time, and I ponder on how she has the ability to fly (though not as well as I do). She may represent someone from a factory I worked at years ago and who had a drinking problem (but was going through treatment - have not been around such people at all for over twenty years). I land in a tree (remaining near a cluster of larger branches near the trunk) and she lands in the same tree (though about six feet away, farther out on the branches) and I become really irritated, with my sense of privacy feeling violated. Maybe she has mistaken me for someone else as drunks tend to do. I do not speak to her or express my anger and frustration to any degree. This same event repeats about three times before waking.

00:00 Wednesday 2013-11-20

00:20 3mg tablet melatoninn

00:56 bedtime

03:52

1) playing a big tennis match, approaching court, I'll need sunscreen because it wil be hot. I was also checking my supply of water, the match may come down to to lasts longer in the hot conditions I think. Going down steps into the court area the courts are inside, the floor is red and rubbery. The courts are crowded along the fences they're full of people. The floor is covered in pingpong balls and lots of other stuff, the more I look the more I see, I'm trying to sweep away the ping pong balls and tennis balls and junk from the court. I see the corner from the court, brushing them off of the singles border up towards the net. One of the organizers (they're young boys) says "yes that's right, just sweep them away, there's some room down there you could put those balls down there on the other side. " I think this is stupid why should I have to do this. HEad back to the fence behind me, they say "we ran out of chairs because we ordered them from we forgot te tell them that this school had ramps" so they couldn't get the ordered chairs to the courts. No room for people to sit. View outside, why school with ramps, it's because it's a school for people in wheelchairs, I see young people in wheelchairs rolling towards the courts outside in the daytime. There are rolling hills outside with the paths and there are some pretty girls in wheelchairs rolling towards the courts. They're preening and making suggestive poses with their arms in order to attract boys at the tennis match.

A group of young people sitting down at a table drinking. One young man is deeply in love with one of the girls and said "I touched the lights" and laughing about it, but he was also sad. The girl just liked him as a friend.

A very drunk guy with a fat moony face. He was trying in vain to get directions from a subway cahier. It was like a scene from a candid camera comedy show. He kept asking questions and never got answers to the questions. He was there all night long trying to get the cashier to answer some question, any question, at the end he was asking about some sport from California and she answered "well I don't know anything about that."

07:02

2) touching moment, PT big hug, feel his scratch cheek against mine. Service for his parent's passing away? Down a ski path into the snow, find a buried bit with all of the T family's buried gold. I have to bring things back to them, there's a big truck to dig up the things in the pit. More detail forgotten.

F1) in a dorm room trying to choose the right bed. It's fun to be in a big room full of people, but then I realize that sleep is more important so it's better to be in a room by yourself.

10:03 haven't slept to this REM cycle in about a week or more, probably the melatonin helping

3) Old poignant memories. In my old house where children grew up. Petted my deceased dog L, I knew I could do this because it was a dream (not lucid!). He purred like a cat, and I "remembered" that he could do that. "In dreams you can even smell things" so I tried smelling him but I didn't sense anything. I walked away from him weeping and sobbing because I missed him so much. Looking through a hole in our fence in our yard blasted wide open. I was confused how that could have happened. "Realized" that it must have been the wind (In WL very windy a few days ago), I imagined going to the hardware store, buying wood planks, and sawing them to size and nailing them. I imagined stepping through the hole in the fence into the neighbor's yard and stepping on to a spider web. It was a long-deserted house.

I'm in bed with my wife. We're getting naked (I'm taking off my pants) and getting ready for sex but she didn't want to she said our son will hear us because he's coming home soon. She was lying naked on top of me. It was enjoyable. Instead of blankets we're lying under wood/lumber plank which were wet and black.

Saw my young (3-4 years old) children sitting at a table with red placemats. I thought they could do their homework at this table.

Upstairs, in another room, a strange destroyed piece of furniture. At first it appeared to be a glass topped dining table and the frame holding the glass seemed to be damanged. Looking closer at it there is a space underneath the glass and a wooden bottom. There are lots of things in there, like some mechanism, but it is damaged. I ask "what happened to the piano? How did it get like that". The table is a shell meant to hold the piano, which is a separate construct now visible just beyond the table.

In parent's house, S2 is sitting at the top of the stairs to the basement, with his back facing down the stairs, he could have fallen backwards, I say "A, don't sit like that because you could fall down the stairs bump-bump-bump-bump and fall off. You should always sit sideways." He turns sideways and places his hands in the crack between the door and the frame, I say "don't get your fingers pinched in the door."

Children are being really cute. I felt like I missed them being that age. They were running around lightly bumping their heads into things and saying "bimp! bump!" They're doing it on purpose. S2 was stretching and moving in the way of a baby. My wife starts to say "you can really learn a lot from..." and I thought she was going to say "the way a child moves" but she didn't say that.

I wanted to see S2, he said something really cute (forgot it), I say, "A, come here!", he says "Daddy, why are you sad?" I say "I'm not sad!"

Neck hurt all night long. Probably because I slept on stomach previous morning with head at bad angle on pillow.
3 wakings with pretty good recall each time.

So after a 30 minute WBTB, I decided to head off back to sleep with the intention of having an LD.

I lied down and after a while my phone went off and I checked it feeling upset that it may have screwed up my attempt to sleep/WILD, I looked at it and it had a huge worldwide notification saying that the US has just found out that Europe has a bomb that is half the size of the earth .

After seeing this, I said this must be a dream, I laid back down and tried sinking through my bed, it kind of worked. I decided, lets get this started and tried putting on some music from my iphone and have it sounding throughout my dream. After this my vision went out and I awoke in my bed.

Must've been a false awakening because I don't remember ever falling asleep in RL, very seemless transition. Was a very dark dream and my vision was extremely limited.