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05-20-2013 -- [Hints of lots of stuff at the edge of my memory, which might be in the same dream, or from different ones in the night. Might have been bits with Harry Potter, Runescape, and/or Roller Coaster Tycoon.]

I find myself delivering a package to some place that seems to be a bit of a cross between a hotel or maybe an Orlando Paving plant. I make the delivery, then call in, but dispatch doesn't seem to have anything else for me. It seems to be kind of blending between a courier job, and hints of driving for Mears. I find myself considering exiting the parking lot through the proper exit, which would force me to turn east, where I would have to drive a little way to a place I could make a u-turn, while somebody leaving in a truck or a bus takes a side road they aren't supposed to, but it will allow them to head west immediately, and I am wondering which way will be faster.

But then I get a call from dispatch telling me to just wait patiently, and soon they'll have something else for me. I remind them that I've been doing this for a while, and I know it is all part of the job. I glance around the parking lot, and notice they seem to be almost setting up a flea market or something, and as I find myself near a stall of used books, I decide to go take a look.

I find myself carrying my worn paperback of Jordan's Eye of the World, and as I find myself glancing at several other Wheel of Time books on their shelves, I am hoping they won't think it is their book. I am glancing at the titles and see a few Dick Francis novels, a few Gordon Korman books, and several shelves of old Choose Your Own Adventure books, but I find I have no interest in that series, anymore, so I ignore them. I find a bunch of the really early Wodehouse novels, and then, oddly, a 3 Investigators book that I have never seen before, which seems to have the 3 Investigators solving a case at Blandings with Emsworth and Galahad and the rest. Very interesting.

One of the people who works at the shop is considering getting some of the Korman Macdonald Hall books, and I am putting in a good recommendation for them, then as I try and look at the lowest books on the bookcase I am looking at, I start to sink a couple of feet into the floor, which makes it much easier to look at the lower titles.

As I am looking at some of the books, the flea market is suddenly attacked by several dementors, and everybody starts screaming and panicking. But it seems a lot of the dementors are finding they aren't as effective as they might be. One dementor has grabbed a young child, and is trying to torture her, but she says the dementor is less painful and horrifying than the cancers she had been fighting, and she sacrifices herself to destroy the dementor.

[A friend of mine yesterday was explaining something called Live Like Bella, which is about a young girl who, as a baby, had a cancer, and the doctors said she was going to die. She had a miraculous healing. Since then, she has come down with two or three other kinds of cancers, and each time, the doctors say she is doomed, and then she receives another miraculous healing. Through it all, she has remained upbeat, and tried to live her life to the fullest. I expect being told about this brought about the above scene.]

Another dementor is coming right for me, but a kind of dopey (but very loyal) friend of mine throws himself in the way, and in some way through his sacrifice, manages to half take over the dementor, before they both explode. He seems like one of the Wodehouse male romantic interests, loyal, not too bright, a nice, ineffectual guy. But he sure managed to take out one of the dementors.

I find myself making the comment that these dementors must be from the movies, not the books, because they seem a lot weaker than the book dementors that can only be scared away by a Patronus. By this point, the vehicle I am driving is a cab, not my own car or a shuttle van, and I somehow kind of see the future, and realize I am just about to be attacked by another dementor, and instead open the trunk of my car just in time for the dementor to fly in, then I shut it again, trapping the thing!

05-19-2013 -- [Three or four dreams in one. Had a false awakening in this dream where I was recalling it as three separate dreams, before falling back into the dream for yet another part. Entire dream took place between 4:15 and 5:30 in the morning. All earlier dreams while sleeping very badly were rather fragmentary, but may have included Roller Coaster Tycoon.]

First part I can remember (and there may have been a little before this) was somehow driving around the Orlando area with Carl while trying to work on a story I had first started writing back in college, which involved wizards and magic, and lots of history and legend about the world where it is taking place. Oddly enough, though it is a fictional story, I seem to be working on it for possible publication in the Hornet Newspaper. There are twin sisters, witches, living in small, circular cabins somewhere on campus.

One of them officially opposes the evil wizard, while the other pretends to work with him, but in truth she opposes him, as well. The one who officially opposes him finds that her house has burnt down, and as I am looking at it, I can see the somewhat poor burnt house graphics that I was using in my attempt at creating a Realmz scenario, many years ago. Writing a story has turned into writing a RPG computer game.

I am thinking of bringing back Merlin to defeat the evil wizard, then set himself up as a good dictator, and it is now turning from a computer game into a comic book that I am trying to do, which is actually a very bad idea, since I can't draw worth beans! Soon I find myself half running and half biking through long corridors, of stairs and cabinets of china and the like, as dream things shift.

This is where the false awakening claims the first dream ended and the second dream began. The scene is slowly shifting, and I find myself running / biking on one of the major roads from Orlando to Kissimmee (OBT or Orange, I think) and it is very late, perhaps 1 or 2 am. As I am moving along, I find myself being chased by two guys on bikes. I soon find they are threatening me, and they are punks who mug people and steal their stuff.

As they start talking, I find they are French, and really, really stuck up. They think they are the toughest thugs in the world, and are now traveling the world to mug people in different countries to show just how bad they are ... but I find it halfway funny that they are mugging me with little, tiny pocket knives. Still, I'm no fighter, so I am trying to outrun them, and get to the nearby police station for help.

I am somehow riding under and jumping over things on my bike, which really shouldn't work, but I manage to stay ahead of them long enough to reach where I think the police station is, but it isn't there. Instead, I find myself facing a cross between a motorcycle gang and the A-Team. They are toughs, and in a van. They might have been trouble, if it weren't for the circumstances (or they might not), but when I explain about the French thugs chasing me, they decide they'll take care of them, and it turns out the French guys aren't nearly as tough as they think they are, so I turn around and start heading back to Orlando.

According to the false awakening, this is where the third dream began. I'm heading back toward Orlando, but I catch a glimps of a couple of bike riders in the distance, and am worried that it might be the French guys. I know they've been beaten up by the American guys, but also figure this could make them very mad at me, so I don't want to run into them.

I start to run, but slowly rise in the air. I manage to fly by running fast, and am soon running among the roof tops of 2 or 3 story buildings, and big industrial buildings, and thankfully, even if they try, nobody can manage to follow me, so I soon manage to put some distance between myself and the people following me. As I get better and better at this running through the air stuff, I start to think of myself as a sort of super hero, and am becoming more and more impressed with myself.

It is on one of these rooftops that I suddenly find myself "waking up" (though I am still on the rooftop), and I start to write down the three dreams I've had in my dream notebook. And I am very specific in writing them down as the three separate dreams, as I repeat them and try to get all the details down good and firm.

Then I kind of slip back into the dream, and find myself still between Orlando and Kissimmee, but back on the ground, and I start running through the air again to try and reach the rooftops. But now it is a lot more difficult, I can't do nearly as well (find myself almost to the height of a one story rooftop, but have to struggle and scramble to climb onto it), and now the people who are chasing after me seem to be able to run through the air as well as I can, so they are right behind me now. Thankfully, they are not the French guys, but a couple of fairly attractive ladies, though I wake before I find out if they are chasing me for pleasant reasons, or unpleasant.

I was at my DC friends house, there were some couples there discussing family stuff like taking care of kids. Not a very exciting dream, I just kinda stayed out of the way and observed. Then three of them left and this other guy showed up, and someone put on some music on the stereo. It was a song that I haven't heard before, at least not that I know of. The song sounded kind of like a trance song and the group singing sounded blended into a higher octave vocal range, falsetto of course. I went over to the stereo trying to turn up the volume, it went up a little, but not enough and I had the knob at max. I woke up not long after with the refrain still running in my head. It would be nice to know if it were a real song, it sounded really sweet. I tried already searching a little for it but with no success so far. Too bad I don't have more lyrics than the refrain, which is this:

Take me there and I will chose it
tell me where and I will lose it

Take me there and I will chose it
tell me where and I will use it

Take me there and I will chose it
tell me where....!(fades)

They vocals are kind of similar to these songs when they hit the high notes
Gary Wright - Dreamweaver Youtube Link
December, 1963 (Oh What A Night) - Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons Youtube Link

There is a trance song by this title, no vocals though
Lucas Moor - Take Me There YouTube Link

It is a school camping in the woods, my friend and I noticed an abandoned mall in the woods, we went in to explore. After that, a [COLOR=#b22222]deformed nurse with an ugly face[/COLOR] started to chase us and we kept running. I was lost in the mall and I can't find my friend. That moment I thought the nurse was gone but she reappeared again in a shop just beside me. She stared at me through the shop's window with a [COLOR=#b22222]horrible deformed face[/COLOR]. With fear, I ran to a small storage room and locked the door. The place was dark and humid, I woke up.

After some game-evening with my family i go outside and get saved by someone from something but i fell uncouncious during the prozess. I wake up on some grass plains on a chair. It was one of the dreams i knew i had before and i remembered that some kind of injection was involved last time so i decided to run away. I was chased for quite some time by my two "saviors" and i barely managed to get away from them because cars continued to block the way of my followers. I knew i couldnt get away from them forever so i went into a netherprotal(for thos of you who havent played minecraft its basicly a portal to another dimension). on the other side a complice of those guys awaited me and eventually catched me. I suppose they gave me the injection because i woke up in the normal world on top of some ruin. I the dream i wasnt in my body anymore but i knew the person representing me was now a P.E. teacher that was basicly immune to any damage especially fall damage letting my students do awesome tricks because i can always save them.

1st Dream(Non-Lucid):

I get out of a bus and take a look around. Wating at the bus station stands someone i immediately recognize but his name will just not come back to me. Anyways i knew that he was from a camp i attended a year ago. I approach him with: "Hey, i know you!!" but since i didnt recall his name i knew nothing i could talk about with him. We stood there in awkward silence til a second bus arrived and he got in.

I got moving again because by chance i was on my way to a camp simular to the one i have been to a year ago. When i arrived a couple of people were already there and i proceeded to tell them what i just expirienced. I then went to the bathroom ad at some point noticed that my front tooth was kind of loose. I pressed a little against it and in horror i felt how it crunched and i held a piece of my tooth in my hand. A look in the mirror showed me my bloodstained mouth and a part of the tooth that was still in there.
I ran out in panic searching for a dentist of some kind but after some time running through the building i remembered that this camp was located in a dentists office. So i went to the second floor and really found a dentist whom i explained what situation i was in. He told me to clean my mouth like they always do and what i spit into the sink apart from some water were more, smaller parts of some teeth that came loose.

2nd Dream(Lucid):

i was at a friends and it was getting late but i knew my parents were out so they couldnt complain. But suddenly i saw my house and my parents unlocking the front door. I was following them in a ghost like state up to my room and inside. At this point i declared this a dream and started to recall the tasks from the competition. First thing that came to my mind was moving through a solid object so i walked straight through the door to my room which my mother had closed. She said something to me what i dont remember but i continued to think of tasks. Since interacting with a DC was one of them i imagened there was one of my buddys at the door so i rushed down and opened the door. When i saw noone there the dream started to fade away but a second later someone called me from the side. A friend i had a long time ago stood there and i was a little bit disappointed i coudnt summon the guy i initially thought of. When i looked at the guy again a turtle was in his place. I didnt really care and said something along: "Lets be awesome" patted the turtle its back and started running. i was worried that the turtle might not keep ut but it was right next to me and said its fine. As i ran down the street in front of my house at some point the obvious came to my mind and i pinched my nose to perform a RC. Obviously it was a dream and i was able to breath. I contiued running and saw a pool in a garden. and as soon of element manipulation the pool started to freeze. I let it be and went into a small sideway. i decided to try eating something and imagened some bacon in my pocket. It took one or two seconds until i felt a soft package apart from my cell phone i tock the package out and found some bacon(raw but still). when i finished eating i eventually woke up.

Dream recall from today's nap, random recall drop, hmmm...

I was in some indoors area.

Monday 5/20/13

last night bed 11:30 - 7am

DR 4:30am I'm in the future in some kind of a office building made out of smallish offices. Dark wood furniture, 2 stories, indside courtyard.
Olivia Benson is sitting in the room with me. We are waiting for some agents. Somebody is holding an energy drink in tall pink container with green lettering that was approved by government.

DR 7am I'm just moving into a new house with some kids. Apparently, there was a guy murdered there and blood is still visible on the floor. 2 cleaning ladies in uniform are saying, who would wanna move here with kids, since kids can still see ghosts.

Surprisingly, I'm not scared at all. I may even see this guy either as a ghost or I see in the past, while he still lived there.

I took a two hour (maybe a bit less) nap just now. Early this morning I had pretty decent dreams, but I had to go to the grocery store before work so I didn't get a chance to write them down, so I forgot them. I find that JUST upon waking up, the shock of the real world is so overwhelming that it feels like I didn't have any dreams at all, which is disappointing. Later on, maybe fifteen minutes later or so, I'll remember a little bit better. But they only start to come together as my conscious mind pieces them together in a story. My awareness WHILE dreaming isn't very good yet, and the narratives don't seem apparent while I'm dreaming. *shrug* suppose it's just a matter of consistency.

So I was at Peet's again. This one was on a hill. (It's interesting that the stores in my dream are never the store here in Alameda.) I was bar closing, making drinks, having a fun time. Chatting with customers and whatnot. One customer comes in, I make his drink, and my boss (maybe Nahal) says that I should go back with him. As I'm getting more into the job, I learn more about the customers I suppose. His shop/store/whatever he does lies down the road. We walk down there, and he says "Normally, now is when we vape." As in, smoke weed, which I don't do, so this doesn't apply to me. He goes on to talk about how nice and big the store is, with high ceilings, and how it's easy to live in the space. This place transitions into something else, a different kind of store (super vague on the purpose here), which ends up being a sort of language school. THere's a man pointing at the board and speaking in spanish, but he keeps saying "Float! Float!" as in, float on to the next letter, or float on to the next part of the word, to his student. Apparently they teach foreign languages to CIA operatives for drug stings, or something of the sort. The guy I talked to, who brought me to his "store" front, starts going crazy. Randy is there. Music is playing in the background; this is the onset of divine inspiration. He begins to sing loudly to the soundtrack of the spanish tape, very intensely, even skipping up major thirds and octaves and harmonizing with it in different ways. I wonder if this is inappropriate, but Randy (the curator of such events, I guess) simply holds out his hands. We all join hands to support him. It's a very interesting experience. After this, I leave. There's a front gate (which I see now, as it's a more top-secret kind of operation), but a car hits the button to open/close it right before I get a chance to leave again. This closes the gate for me; I decide to jump over the side, over the fence. Someone shouts something out of the car. I guess it wasn't cool, and was violating the sanctity of the place, but after all I had to get back to work.

When I return, the first thing I see is beer. Interesting! There is a peet's meeting with all the higher-up executives. They're going through a demonstration on the effects of pot on the coffee selling process. Long story short: stoned people are good for business. I make my way to the front of the entryway to get a glimpse in---there's a circle of executives---and I follow suit and grab a beer. Mine fizzes all over the place, soaking one of the higher ups I know. "Thanks, Joe!" I joke with him. But it's ok. He blows into his shirt and puffs it up, drying it from the inside. "Like the movies---all you have to do is blow!" I relax out to the side, stretching out in the space. They speak of the intricate relationship between weed and coffee. Once someone went in to go for 20 cups of coffee; apparently the experience was like reaching a "new level of sobriety." Interesting. Apparently pot and coffee and antithetical, and for that reason they complement each other super nicely. I stretch out again and begin to fall asleep. I notice that another one of the employees has snuck a bottle of cheap vodka by my side, which I have kind of adopted. This might not be chill with the higher ups, but oh well. They laugh. Everybody laughs. I can't help but feeling like i'm the butt of the joke in some ways, but it's not something I mind particularly much.

Analysis: weird commentary on my life situation. I probably drink too much coffee. I'm at a very odd place in regards to my job, I guess, although I enjoy it most of the time. It's interesting to exist in this kind of in-between space with the customers, but it's not something that I want to become integrated into part of my personality. That's why I hate the nickname "Java Joe" SOOOO much. Feelings of skepticism towards certain things, and a strange type of acceptance in the workplace, paradoxically paired with a strange tension, a belief that says this isn't the "real" me.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #97: Just a Misunderstanding

I'm walking down a dark, endless hallway. All I can make out in this darkness is that the left side of the hall is set up with this endless series of art tables down its length. I'm moving slowly, afraid that I'll run into something unexpected.

A woman jumps out at me from the darkness, teeth bared, and a raised knife clenched in her fist. I jump back, terrified, and try to gather my wits to fight or run. The woman's demeanor suddenly softens and she throws the knife onto a nearby table where it lands with a clatter. I look at it, and the knife is even more frightening-looking than I'd thought at first -- it's the shape and size of a short sword!

She smiles at me, promising that "This is just a misunderstanding." She walks past me and I see that she's wearing very revealing lingerie. She looks amazing and as she brushes past, my hand grazes the skin of her torso. My feeble mind offers no resistance. I bet it was just a misunderstanding... She grips the fingers of my right hand in hers, leading me behind her down the hall.

I'm very excited about what's going to happen next. But something just doesn't feel right, and I suddenly remember that I'm married. As soon as I start thinking about Wife, I feel weak, rotten, and guilty following this scantily-clad stranger down a dark hall. I yank my fingers out of her grip, and she just keeps walking, disappearing into the darkness ahead. What the hell was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? And it hits me that this has to be a dream. I immediately feel grateful and relieved to have figured this out.

I'm someplace different now. Some kind of wood-panelled attic. It's dark and the picture looks a little grainy, almost like I'm viewing everything through night vision. There's a little toy fan on a railing nearby and I take it, turning it on. It's the kind with soft foam blades that are safe for kids. The fan blows a pleasant breeze in my face and I can will it to move faster or slower as I see fit. My hair starts blowing crazily around as I increase the wind speed.

I'm worried about overall stability in this scene, so I let the little foam fan blades buzz against my arm as they spin round and round. Then I run the little fan blades against the skin of my right cheek for a bit, surprised at how realistic this feels.

I play with the fan for a while as I hunt around the attic for some kind of interesting scenery or exit. There's a metal grating in the floor and a soft, white light is pouring out of it into the attic. The grating is slammed shut but I know that I can phase through it. I beging working up my will for a phase, thinking There's nothing there. Nothing at all. Before I can try the phase, though, the grating swings silently open. Well, that was easy.

I move toward the light, stepping into it and... wake up, seeing that the light and grating was really just my eyes seeing a light outside our hotel room filtering through the blinds.

I dream that I'm watching a very scary horror movie with my friends - the kind with one of those creepy little girls with black hair - she looks like she's crying then turns around and springs an attack at super speed in this foggy forest like the on from the slender games.

Later the same night I dream that I'm now in that same forest searching for my phone on a long, wide dirt road. It is night time and there is little to no visibility but I continue looking. I find it eventually and unlock it to try to figure out the time. It unlocked straight to the camera where there was a video taken of the little girl from earlier like I saw her in the movie except on my phone . I noticed that she was wearing a phantom of the opera mask that was partially red. Gripping my phone in my left hand I run back along the path not wanting to spend another moment in this empty, scary place. As I ran fog began to roll in so I broke out into a sprint. Usually a dream sign of mine is when I'm trying to run as fast as I can but can't because something holds me back, like I know I can run faster than I am but I don't accelerate after 'telling' my legs to move faster. - Most of the time this would tip me off to the fact that I'm dreaming but this time it didn't - I heard the voices of my friends calling out to me at the edge of the forest so I followed their voices and found out that they'd been searching for me. happy to see me and me them, we walked along a now lit path away from the wooded section of the forest. As we walked a black van playing the song 'Women' by wolfmother drove past us then I awoke.

I hadn't thought of lucid dreaming for a while (like a year) then I saw a reddit post about someone who just discovered lucid dreaming. Here is the post if you're wondering. I recently discovered lucid dreaming. This was me, becoming aware of my dream for the first time. : funny

Anyway that night I went to bed. Had to wake up for work, then it got cancelled so I went to bed again about an hour later.

Dream:Lucid:


I was at caveman's expensive looking house. He and Ahmed were working in something separately. When I entered Ahmed's room I found a little building that was like my robot from science Olympiad. I thought wow he made a 360 change in school. I go to cave man's desk looking at stuff while sitting. I start to feel weird the. The desk and house change to my room and desk. I looks behind me and see my bed and am confused because I didn't remember coming out of bed. I then realize I am dreaming.

I immediately stand up and jump through the window to fly. I'm above many houses going fast. Then they start to repeat so I turn around. I was losing lucidity. I see a woman in jeans and a pink shirt with brown hair and ask for help. i grab her hand and i gain some clarity again. we immediately begin making out. l, oddly, I can taste her mouth while kissing. The dream begins to fade and I can't do anything so I let it.

The second of two LDs from the morning of 05/18/2013. This was a big, big dream, and this dream and I did not always get along. This was my first serious attempt at meeting NewArtemis for a dream sharing attempt.

I also got into a big fight with a powerful DC that escalated into a me against the world situation. I could have handled this a lot better. My self-control wasn't what it should be... but it was still kinda awesome.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #96: Clash at the Alamo

I'm Marty McFly from Back to the Future, driving my DeLorean on a set of rails that stand hundreds of feet over a bay. The DeLorean starts to shake as it picks up speed and before I can make a time jump, the rails end and the car goes plummeting toward the sparkling water.

I brace for impact and the DeLorean flies to pieces as it strikes the bay. Miraculously, I'm unharmed, and I thrash about for something to hold on to so that I can get my bearings and figure out what to do. One long, fin-like piece of metal from the car bobs to the surface and I grab onto it. The moment that I do, an unseen engine roars to life and takes off like a jet ski.

As I'm racing across the bay, I realize that this has to be a dream. After riding for a moment, I'm perhaps a hundred feet from shore. I leap off the impromptu "jet ski" and fly the remaining distance, landing in a stone plaza that stands at the water's edge.

I remember that I'm planning to meet NewArtemis at the Alamo for a shared dreaming experiment. I turn toward the water, raise my hands up in the air, and make an announcement to all of the DCs. Most of the passerby stop and turn to look at me. "The Alamo is right behind me! That's right -- Alamo right behind me!" I imagine it in detail, rebuilding my mental map, forgetting and scrubbing out the buildings that were there before and replacing it with my image of everything that I remember about the Alamo. I continue this until I can think of nothing of what's behind me except for this image of the Alamo.



I turn around, expecting to see the Alamo... and there it is! The stone's a little darker and the construction looks a little too new to be quite right, but it's more than close enough of a lookalike for me. I walk around past the front entrance to a courtyard. The geography is different in this dream from that of the real Alamo, and I come to a stone wall with a little alcove and a bench. There's a woman sitting on the bench and we look at each other immediately.

She gets up and approaches me right away. She doesn't look like NewArtemis' DC has in the past, but I'm not sure of anything yet. She speaks first: "I'm here to meet someone. How about you?"

"So am I," I say, studying her. She's roughly the same height as Art's DC but her skin is paler, her hair curlier, her build heavier, and her face is different -- broader, different nose, different shape... just different. "But you're not her, are you? I don't think you're [NewArtemis]."

She smiles noncommitally, but I continue. "That's okay," I continue. "Let's still do the passphrases and gestures." I speak my chosen word to the DC and perform my chosen gesture. She doesn't bother speaking a passphrase in return but she does perform a gesture. (These have been reported to a 3rd party who is not NewArtemis just in case she's able to guess them.)

"Well, I need to go!" the woman says. She walks out of the alcove and passes me. As she goes, she becomes a much older lady, blonde, mid-50s. She grows to an enormous height, probably close to 8 feet tall. She's wearing shorts and I see that her legs are covered with a crisscrossing patchwork of scars.

I contemplate following, but I'm distracted by a man who's sitting at the top of a stone wall nearby, staring at me with a malicious grin on his face. He's in his late 30s with close-cropped reddish-blonde hair. The guy keeps staring at me with that joyless grin and I know that he's looking for trouble with me. I want no part of it, so I turn and walk away.



He hops down from the wall and grips my right forearm with his right hand, twisting my arm around so that my hand is near my head. I try to pull my arm out of his grip but when I yank, it doesn't budge. He laughs, shaking his head as if he can't believe that I would bother trying to defy him. "You're never leaving here," he says. "I mean it. You are never leaving here." I yank my arm again but I feel as weak as a kitten.

I know I have to turn this around fast. I grab him by the back of the head with my left hand and begin to imagine my adversary as frail and lethargic. "You're so weak and tired," I tell him, trying to sound compassionate, even though I'm boiling with rage. "There's just no strength left in you at all." And I gently move to lay him down on a nearby table. I think of him as totally weak and barely able to move. His grip slips from my arm and he flops backward onto the table.

"And small," I say, pressing on his head with one hand and his feet with the other. He begins to shrink. His hair has turned jet black now, and his eyes close. I squeeze him together, thinking of him as so tiny, and soon he shrinks to the size of a child, then to the size of a baby, then disappears into his clothes entirely. My self-control cracks and I ball up his clothes, throw the bundle on the ground, and give it a vicious stomp. I wonder for a moment whether I've gone too far and hope for a moment that the bundle was empty. I walk through a nearby archway, not sticking around to find out more.

I emerge in a cafeteria. A table of 6 or 7 teenagers immediately looks up from their meals at me. "It's him," one of them says, and they all get to their feet and come after me. I fly through a nearby doorway and emerge in a large, empty room with a skylight. I fly up to the skylight, intending to phase through it, but something seems to restrain me from getting high enough. I run through a doorway into a drugstore that dead-ends in a frosted glass window. I vault toward it, phasing through onto a street scene.

There are police everywhere on the street. I know that they're looking for me. There are strange little ball-shaped hoverbots scanning the streets with cameras, also trying to track me down. I sprint up to one and kick it against a nearby wall. With a pop, it breaks into two smoking, fizzling halves.

Everything seems to be happening too fast for me to control. I run down the street, looking for some way out of this fear. I want to buy time to calm down, so I phase through the door of a nearby house. Cops are turning the place over while the family, a husband and wife and their little girl of about 8 are glued to the TV. One cop notices me as I walk in, but I swoop in on him, grab him from behind, and choke him unconscious. The other two cops don't seem to notice any of this, and the little family stares obliviously into their TV sets.

I watch the TV for a moment. It's some sort of political propaganda which claims that the moral code of their "great society" is built upon a foundation of classic arcade games like Centipede, Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong. I'm torn -- on one hand, I find top-down, statist morality codes repugnant. On the other hand, I sure do love classic arcade games.

I phase out through the back of the house into the yard. The cops yell at me as I pass and I hear them calling for backup. The back yard is peaceful for a moment before the wail of what sounds like an air raid siren fills the air. I look up at the sky, feeling helpless, trying to find peace for a moment. But all I can think is They're coming for me. The dream ends...

2:08AM - pre WBTB

Vivid dream that I'm upstairs at my parents house. There are worms that look like crimp contacts that we use at work in the carpet. They become like worms and try to burrow into the soles of my feet. I feel pain and pull on off but at that moment on enters my left hand. It's hurts so bad. I try to pull it out but there is suture string attached. I finally comes out with large amounts of clear liquid. I blame my cats and dogs. I tell mom and she says, "So they are hidden above me!" I say, "Yes" and quarantine the animals. I find another womr but its hard to kill it since it's made of metal.

4:52AM - I was either on the verge of lucidity or I lost lucidty. - CL I think this might have been you!

I can run super fast like a vampire. I visualize the entire run in great detail as it happens. It was like I was creating the entire scene in real time on purpose. I meet up with someone I was looking for. There was to be some exchange of something. It's a man that I know. He turns into a Blutbad. I show him I'm a blutbad too. He has a friend eating raw meat. That one is from another world. An alien blutbad.

A separate dream. I am on some pressurized platform in the stratosphere. There are several air locks. A woman destroys governmental targets using the governments own missiles. I want her to take place as a new government but she sends herself into space on a one way journey. I know that she will die after some time. She says that she will get to see all the planets within a week. She reminds me of Donna Noble.

6:25AM - I only recall what I wrote.

The wedding.

The swimmers.

First of two from the morning of 05/18/13.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #95: The Garage

I'm backing our SUV out of the driveway. As always, it's a little tight so I'm focused on what I'm doing. I catch sight of a bearded, creepy man advancing up the driveway toward the car. He makes me nervous, so I pull the car back into the garage.

Once I'm safely back in the driveway, I look back out to find that the man has vanished. Relieved, I get ready to leave again. But now Wife's car is at a funny angle that blocks me from leaving. Come on, [Wife], why would you park me in like that? I try shoving the back half of the car so it'll spin around and get out of my way. Amazingly, this works! I'm immediately sure that I'm dreaming.

I try turning Wife's car back and forth a few more times. It spins as smoothly as if it were on a turnstyle. I think about picking it up and flipping it over but realize that there are other things I need to be doing.

I remember that I have a goal of getting to the Alamo for a shared dreaming experiment. I try to look outside and see that the garage door is closing. It's only about 3 foot away from shutting completely. Even though I should know that this doesn't present any permanent impediment, it feels important that I don't let it shut on me. I hurry to the garage entrance, flop down on my side, and log roll under the garage door.

Outside now, I get to my feet on the driveway and look around. It's a cool, clear evening and the street's quiet. No weirdo in sight. I plan to Hulk-jump to the Alamo but as I begin to make my move, the dream ends.