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I am at work. In a cubicle or cash register. Either way, I feel I am in a smaller space within a much larger space at my place of work. Mandy S. is my coworker and there are other employees around maybe two or three. I am being honored in some way by higher management but I get a feeling of jealousy or envy somewhere in Figure-19 the group of four or five. Not necessarily from Mandy S. I am very feminine in this dream. A heart breaker and I wear a lot of make up. Eyelashes are particularly emphasized as I recall. I sense something taboo happening concerning a bathrobe and possibly my dream ego. Outside of this work place seems to be the base of Mt.Ka. A facility wraps around that is our work place. There is a mound that we sit on. I cannot recall if this was a sort of break time or an evacuation, but we sit on the hill. Ryland B. is here. He is not happy. He is very aggravated and I think it has very much to do with me and my opinion of an outcome. We sit below the cracked mountain that appears so often to my dream ego, Mt.Ka, on a grassy mound outside of our place of work as it begins to rain black tar. There is no instant fear or panic but I sense that we all got up and fled to one of two doors equally far apart. I do not believe I was able to get inside the large gray door. Nor did I try the other door. What takes place after that I cannot recall.

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Note: My father passed away about a year and a half ago.

Driving past I could see a great tall mountain. The mountain opens up and there are many hovering, flying crafts in it. More were coming. A great crowd of people were at the base of the mountain. I know my feeling were that of panic and an “end” of something. We continue driving home. In the house with a hidden room, my immediate family is present. My mother and Maya are in the long Figure-11Figure-12 living room . My dad and I travel up the steps. I realize that my room in the house is up one level from the way I had originally recalled. My dad and I want to be in a position to view the “Event” that was the “end” or the “beginning”. My dad stopped to go into the room that is below my own. I told him he didn't have to stay there, he could see better from my room. As I focused on the room in front of me, the room he chose, I see that it is perfect for him, much better suited and the bed is large and comfortable. I knew he would be happier in this room. So I continued to my room to view the “Event” from my window.

I am at work and Kendall S. is there. I get into the golf cart and as I go to my task, a baby ion runs in front of my path. I stop and am frightened at first but soon realize it means no harm. It's mother appears. Later a medium-sized elephant stares me down from behind a madrone tree. (This is in the dream-scape that has one large room for us all to sleep in. Where we move the beds around.) Figure-2As I go back to the main property I realize I've gone too far and instead of turning around I just go the long way. I cross the fence and come upon the parking lot that surrounds a great hall/convention center. I turn right to continue my loop but I see a busy road I must cross and I don't feel confident doing so in a golf cart. I turn back and meet another busy street, so I head north. Driving north I am a man and there is a woman I know in the passengers seat. She loves speed and thrills. We start to go very fast and I see her suspended body in the rear view mirror as if I Figure-3am driving a limo. As we hit bumps her body seems to suspend in zero gravity. We are going very fast, now in the golf cart, and we crash. I am not hurt nor did I fear being hurt, but I do fear she has been obliterated. Even in the toss and roll of the crash she is fine. I warn her of the dangers of speed.

I'm in the living room of our first house on twenty-sixth and Alberta in Portland, Oregon. I'm not sure of my age but I can see my skinny little girl legs dangling down from my dad's lap. So I figure I'm three or four. We're in his light blue reclining chair. The sun sheds light on the chair and on me and on dad. I feel safe. Then it is dark. Not completely dark but the dark of a dense cloud covering sun. I am in the lap of Beetleguise. His black and white striped pants in place of my dad's blue jeans.

I had a LD again, but lost lucidity halfway through the dream.

I am at a house in my old neighborhood, my mother wakes me up by phone. She asks something like "did you have breakfast today at school?" I think a bit and notice that it is 13 o'clock and I should be at school right now. I say that I am not at school, and my mother gets upset and says "no wonder your brother hadn't have lunch either, go to school right now!" I leave the house, and see my mother coming at me.
I realize that I am dreaming. My mother senses this somehow and says "I don't care that you are dream-" I interrupt her and say that it doesn't matter, it is only a dream. I wander around my old neighborhood with her, dark clouds are covering the sky, and it is raining. I see a truck, and try to shoot him with energy, but I notice my doubt in the attempt and fail. Next I see a military truck, and I try something different. I point at it with my hands, making a soundeffect, and wait for the result. After a while the truck stops, making a sound because the motor died.
I end up at school anyway and buy a sausage. I am somehow tired and show it off. My mother is there too, and soon my brother arrives with CM. They buy sausage too, and are talking about something. I clearly remember the phrase "Since HM died...". But then I start thinking about Go (boardgame), and the sequence of moves goes in my head on its own, like it always does.
I am lying in bed and thinking about Go, noticing that I am dreaming no longer. My brother mentioned only the letters H and M, no real name. I am wondering if this is meaning something, although I cannot find a person I know with the initials HM no matter how hard I think about it.

nother weird dream i had

Entrance to a new world

The sound of death. Your insides clench as your lungs try and produce and last breath of air left in them. You are almost litterally frozen to a point where you can’t feel the coldness anymore. Unfortunatley you never reach this point. Your cold dark, and most of all alone. Nothing from your old world mattters any more. Who you were their has no meaning to who you are now. Your alone You become engulfed in a sea of darkness as you feel your bones shake and your eyes widen. The feeling of millions of tiny needles poking your skin trying to tatoo you. You are unsure if you even have a body anymore, you are left alone with your thoughts. As you sink deeper and deeper into pitch black darkness, you begin gasping for air. Your eyeballs feel as if their ready to pop out, your spirit, aganoy tatooed all over it. You are sure your dead now, sure u have drowned because you feel a warmth. I feeling of hope. As this warm feeling grows onto you, you don’t carre that your still in pitch black darkness and alone, you focus on th warmth. Then you notice a change, you now feel slightley warmer. Minutes go by, and now you are breaking a sweat. Your heart begins to race, that feeling of warmth has now turned into a feeling of anxietey and panick. As you sweat more and more you begin to feel hotter and hotter. You sink deeper and grow hotter and hotter, until swear is pouring out of your spirit. You begin to gasp for air as you stare into the red and yellow glow of the fire, and breathe in the repulsive smell of burning flesh. Your skin feels as if it is being ripped off of you by hooks. Your eyeballs have never been so dry in their life as you burn, slowley, falling, driifting, Deeper, dirtier, into, a dark, dark, solitary, pit. The last thought that goes through your head is, “I am Dead,”

Type: Action/Strategi/Non-lucid
Vividnes: Long
Dreamrecall: Fragments

Notes: "Björklinge" is a city 10 kilometers away from my village.
I am not sure how the dream started.
Yes i did dream this.


I am a General in a battle. I check my map to see the enemies position. I notice that the green dots are the enemy, and that they are advancing on our left flank. I jump in my car wich kinda looks like this:

My driver drives me to the front, so i can see how it's like there (the terrain.) The enemy starts to attack the HQ, and I can see how our flag slowley goes down(like in battlefield 2.) We get's reinforcement, and starts to drive the soldiers of "Björklinge" back to where they belong . MY drive starts to chase a motorcykel from the enemy team, and starts shooting at him. The motorcykel starts to hide behind a hill, so we can't find him for a while. Later on we finds him because i used something called "chakra" to find his energy :O

The only thing that i remember after that is that we burned down "Björklinge".

I wake up, a bit confused, and starts to write this dream down in my DJ.

I was living in Sydney, and was trying to look up an old partner as we lost contact for a few years. I was with friends (that I don’t know who they are lol not friends of mine at this present time) we were at a court house for some reason because he were due to attend a hearing on custodial issues, he seen me sitting in the gallery and we arranged to meet for drinks after the session, anyway then I went to my apartment and was getting ready to go and meet up and my friends were trying to talk me out of it saying that so many years have past there is most probly nothing between us now and I should just not go to meeting. Like I said really weird I woke up as I was sitting on his couch and we were talking about what we have both done in the years that have passed since we last communicated with one another.

Non Lucid
Lucid

It starts off in one of the classrooms in my school, everyone seems to be reading manga in a really big Ipad. After that they dissapear

I suddenly see myself at my friends house, his father seems badly bruised but of course i dont ask him how ('cause i still didnt realise it was a dream) anyway he teaching me how to use some bow, then i turn lucid. I start shooting everyone around me after that i woke up

03/03/2011
"Beachfront-line"

I was with LS. She had come over to chill, and we got to talking. Conversation was heading down the road to sex, and we were soon making out in bed. It was late, though, and she was getting tired. She said she would have stayed, but she had more errands to run, before the night was over. While she got ready to leave, I walked out into the rest of the house. I was now in my old house in Lake Mary. My parents were here, and they were up, late at night, apparently snooping around, trying to see what I was up to. One of them told me that I had to clean of the back porch - really fighting for it, because I think I was supposed to do it earlier, but didn't. So...I did, and trudged my way back into the room door I'd just come out of. By that time, LS had passed out. I don't remember whether or not I woke her up to go to wherever it was she had to go.

The next morning, LS, some other friends and I were preparing for a huge house party, on the beach. I can't remember whose house it was, but I think we were helping to host. Early on in the afternoon, some static broke out, between BM and a group of Latin roughnecks. BM was completely amped up, and was ready to about kill all of them. Those of us who were responsible for the party moved in and restrained all of the would-be fighters. I had pulled the guy who BM was facing off the most with, off to one side. He tried so hard to get at BM that I thought he was going to turn around and come at me, to get loose (which is funny because, in waking life, I once restrained BM back from a fight and I thought he was going to attack me, to get loose). We ended up driving all of them out off of the premises, and they vowed that they would get some payback on BM later.

Just before sundown, we'd had a little something to make the night more enjoyable, and were waiting for it to take hold. LS told me that she was worried about those guys from earlier coming back. Even though we didn't really believe they would be coming back, we thought it be best if we got an understand of what kind of weaponry we had at our disposal. I never actually saw myself with a gun, but I just 'knew' that I had a 9mm, so I went searching around for extra 9mm bullets, but I didn't find much. Not soon after we began our hunt for inventory, the other crew descended upon the party, guns blazing. They just started slaughtering everyone with automatic gunfire. There was 0 chance of fighting these guys off, with the weapons that we had. Trying not to get pinned down, I ran across a wooden walkway, exposing myself just long enough to feel two sharp thumps against my side, stumbling off of the rear walk and onto the moist, beachside sand.

I had been shot. Twice. Behind me, everyone scattered in all directions, trying to get away from the unchallenged gunfire. I clutched my side, running parallel to the beach, down the line of beachfront properties, about four houses away from the one where the good times had just gone bad. Stealing a moment to try to gather my wits, I ducked away on someone's back porch, a few yards of sand separating myself from the sea. The skies were a dull, late-evening purple - the blueish-black of night just beginning to bleed onto the canvas. I looked over into the glass door to my side, a middle-aged man happening to glance over at me, simultaneously. For a moment, I thought he was going to be a problem, but he wasn't. We simply exchanged a rather awkward glance. After a few moments, I knew that I was going to have to get back to the house. I had figured the gunmen would have left the scene by now, and I had to check to see if there were any survivors that needed help. Still afraid that the gunmen might have lingered around for a little too long, I made my way back down the beach.

When I got back to the house, my 'close friend' (can't recall if it was someone I actually know in waking life. I just had that feeling of "close friend" in the dream) drew an AK-47 on me, just as I walked through the door. He was so furiously pissed at my having run from the massacre that I was pretty much convinced he was about to finish me off, himself. Whatever was to be the case, I was not about to stick around and find out. In that short moment of confrontation, I had assessed all I needed to know: any survivors were now up and walking around; LS was still alive, and was standing near the back of the room; and I was now in another life-or-death situation.

The last thing I remember is this 'friend' firing wild pot-shots at me, as I hauled ass away from the house.

The first dream started out where I was in some futuristic city on a planet. I had made my way to a space port where I got onto a ship and left with some fleet. We warped out to a deserted planet and came across a couple of derelict ships that had some strange growth on them. The commander of the fleet sent out a couple of fighters to investigate, but they became infected with the growth too. Everything just went downhill from there because it started spreading like a virus. I just remember escaping before the dream fades away.

The second dream took place in some ruined city. I was running from something with a random person. All I can remember was that we encountered three different monsters in the ruins that we had to either kill, or escape from. Everything after that becomes foggy.

In the final dream, I was playing some game where I was a god. It was really strange because all I remember doing was moving dirt around pointlessly before waking up.

At least I am recalling more dreams!

1. The Classroom
2. The Attack In the car with jack.
3. The Shopping centre of lucidity and tk.
4. The Magic Red portal-making light
5. The Christmas Elves making toys.
6. The Chase By The Dogs
7. The Murderous Chase In the dungeon
8. The window that became bits and bobs
9. The fairies at my window!?
10. The search for the tardis.
11. The slender attack in a carpark
12. Milo & The fish room
13. The map in space
14. Gorilla In back yard.
15. Defeating witch/elemental powers
16. Meeting louise & deirdra.
17. The sewer water system/ home
18. Inception World
19. Crazy City/Dragons And Fairies
20. My room at 1 am.
21. My encounter with Jason Voorhees
22. Unable to remember.
23. In my bedroom/slightly awake.

This is a thread about VILDing and WILDing. It’s a pretty long thread but it should be a worthwhile read. I teach a bit of well.. I’ll refer to it as “philosophy” for lack of a better word. If my technique actually works for you or not, the rest should help you WILD with better clarity, vividness etc.

I guess the best way to start out a thread like this is by stating the purpose. To try and teach you how to WILD in a short time frame and pretty much anywhere. But this is directed towards people who have had multiple lucids. People who know what a lucid is and how it feels. Keep that thought in mind. How a lucid feels.

Now, lets dive into the philosophical stuff. Consider this: What makes up your waking life? It’s one thing. (Well.. you COULD say five I guess... ) The five senses. Touch, sight, sound, smell, and taste. This is all you can use to prove that you are alive and this is all you can use to explore the world around you. Some of you may see where I am taking this and have noted that these are everything we (usually!) use to explore the world in our dream as well.

Simple enough?

Now, we can look at what role each plays in our dream. What we think we feel, see, hear, smell and taste are what make us believe we are in the world in our head. Now, the order those senses are listed is very important. This is the order of importance that the senses tend to play in out dreams, how much each contributes to the realism of the dream and how much you will need to concentrate on each to get it to seems real. Heres a breakdown:


Touch: The hardest part of building your dreams from scratch is to get all the feelings just right. This is the sense that we take for granted the most. Take a moment and study yourself. How much are you truly feeling right now?

You are probably feeling your ass on the chair, your feet against the floor and the mouse in your hand. If any of you limbs arn't resting on anything, you'd feel the slight bother of your muscles working against gravity.

Now this is just you sitting like a bum in front of your monitor. Theres tons of different feelings you register without even thinking every day. When people try to imagine themselves in a dream, they normally concentrate on sight they hold their hand in front of their face and go "ooo hand" but they're usually not really convinced it’s a hand. Its certainly won't seem like their hand. It might as well be a 2D image somebody drew on their minds eye.

Hold your hand in front of your face. feel the weight of your arm? Thats YOUR arm and you know it. Flex your fingers. Feel the different muscles working in your arm and hand? Now, try to capture the feeling in your head and let your arm relax. Now try to recreate the scenario in your head. If you can do it, you're already on your way to jumping into a dreaming state. If not, I'll have some exercises later on.

Sight: Often considered the most important because this is how we collect the most information and the majority of our dream world is represented. I don't think theres much to say about sight that’s not known anyways. Visual representations are commonplace in the mind.

Sound: Like touch, this is almost always ignored. Especially when we are being dazzled by what we are seeing. You wouldn't believe how much you miss sound-wise in movies. Often a movies will have "music" playing in the background the whole way though. You never really notice it though because its ends up being the columns under the bridge that is the visuals. Try watching a movie and pay special attention to sound and music. You may be quite surprised. (unless it’s a crappy movie). The same things that applied to touch apply to this.

Smell and taste: Now we get to the two lesser senses. Smell and taste. These do not contribute to most dreams. Especially taste. Smell is most often used to set the tone of the atmosphere. Like touch, this is also ignored by the conscious mind attempting to generate a scenario. Did you know that water has a smell? Quite a distinct one in fact. It is simply just lost in the setting along with touch and sound.

Taste is comprised of 70% smell. Go figure the importance of that XD

And now.. the part this has been leading up to.

The method

Now here’s a rough sketch of the thought process you could (should?) take to VILD. This is very similar to Gothlark’s V-WILD. In fact that’s what it pretty much is… but there was no formal write-up for that technique so I feel the need to make one that is to my satisfaction. Call it what you will. A VILD, V-WILD…. Doesn’t matter. Here it is.

Alright.. =) first things first. Close your eyes and decide on the dreamscape you want. If possible, you want somewhere that will let you do the next few steps easily. I will describe a sample dream as I go through the process.

I chose a nice low patch of grass beside a lake. The water seeps through the soil and makes it swampy where I am supposed to stand. We will build the world around us by using the 5 senses. First is sight because it always seems to be the thing people need to spark off the dream world. I etch the scenery in my mind. First, I do the sky. Be sure to include as much detail as possible. For example, the sky is a brilliant shade of light blue with semi-transparent fluffy clouds floating lazily through it. The sun shines down in helpful rays. It helps to think poetically like this when you are identifying the features of your scenery. It helps draw the connections that make up much of the foundation of the dream. For example, in your head you likely have the connection implanted between a “helpful” sun beating down on you and warmth on your face. Having a “helpful” sun over a simple sun (or no sun at all. It may not even be included in the dream!) will help later when you try to build up the rest of it.

The rest of the picture gets build up in this manner. There is a range of majestic mountains in the background. They frame the perfectly calm lake in which no ripples can be seen. The muddy ground protrudes ahead of me in a miniature peninsula towards the centre of the lake.

Once you have finished that, you have completed step 1. You now have generated a rough shell to spark your dream. (remember that there is almost no way that your conscious mind can match the ability of your “dream mind” when it comes to creating eye candy so don’t even try to get it perfect. If you’re really desperate, coloured blotches is okay at this point =O). The next step is slightly trickier. You must insert yourself into the dream and appease your “setting senses” touch, sound and smell.

These are the senses that you normally ignore but they make a very vital part of your world. You may have to rediscover these sense completely before you could even dream of using them. (haha.. sorry for the pun..)

First is touch. Build yourself from the bottom up. You start with feet. Your feet can feel the cool, moist grass and squishy ground. They feel the weight of your body resting on them and sink slightly into the ground. Next is your legs. They need to keep you us so you can feel the muscles working slightly, slightly tense but not too much. Then comes the upper body. Same deal as the legs and feet. Next is another unexpected feeling, Clothes. You feel them pressing against your skin 24/7. Are you naked in your dreams? If not add on the clothes. Are they tight anywhere? Do you feeling it pinching or squeezing?

Then, try and feel anything else you may be feeling. The feeling of wind on your face, is it humid, is it hot?

[edit] the rest of this tut was added on later. Just saying this so the rest of this thread makes sense…

Then comes sound. Everything has a sound. When I type this, my keyboard makes a sound. When you swallow, it makes a sound. Hell, when you breath, you make a sound. Any kind of action, any kind of motion will produce a sound. When a big breeze comes by, I will feel it on my face and I will hear the rustling of the trees and the grass.

Then is smell. This should mainly come from your memory. This sense is both easy yet very difficult to reproduce. You see, you only ever smell one scent. But that scent is a combination of the scents all around you. By far the easiest way to get the right scent is from memory.

I know what it smells like to be standing by a lake so I remember that scent and include it in the dream. If you don’t really know what you should be smelling, just use the smell of the most prominent feature.

By now, everything should be a mess. You will most likely have lost clarity in the sight and have forgotten most of the touch. Try to recapture as much as you can. You have just felt it/ seen it/ heard it/ smelt it. You should be able to pull all the parts that are still fresh in your memory and meld them into one big picture. As you pull it together, try not to concentrate on a single sense or you’ll likely lose track of the others again. Do it slowly. There is no reason to rush. In fact, from this point on, attempting to do things quickly is liable to rip the whole thing apart.

When you have pulled it all together to your satisfaction, try to hold it together. Now we must stabilize everything in order to move to an actual dreaming state. (I don’t consider this dreaming yet. Although, it tends to be hard to draw the line between a dream and a visualization.) For a short while, just bask in the senses. I squish my feet in the mud and feel is squishing under my toes. I see a deer flitting under the trees at the other side of the lake. I feel a nice breeze wash over my face and hear is rush by my ears.

After a short while, it should feel much easier to maintain. In fact, you may not even have to think about it at all to keep everything running! Now, DO NOT DO ANYTHING DARASTIC! You may feel exited, but do not rush. Keep yourself and your mind where you are standing. It is often important at this time to remind yourself that you are dreaming. This is all a dream. Otherwise you are likely to descend into a semi-lucid or non-lucid.

Do basic actions. I turn on the spot and begin walking away from the lake. Again, I stress this because it is important, take your time. I do not want to try to fly right now. I don’t want to attempt the task of the month. All I want to do is move further into my dreamscape. It is often good to encounter a DC now. Talk to them. See what is happening in this dream. Without direction, you are liable to never enter a true dreaming state.

I turn around and see a few tents set up. I walk towards them and my friend comes out of one of them.

“Hey dude, what’s up?”
“I was about to go do some fishing, wanna come?”
“Sure.”

As you progress through the dream, it will stabilize further and your dream mind will take control. If you have had a lucid before, you should be able to recognize when it has turned fully. But don’t check every other second. A watched pot never boils and a watched dream never turns. Although, try not to lose track of the fact that is a dream. Otherwise you lose full lucidity. Although, if you quite enjoy semi-lucidity, it may not be such a bad thing =P

At the end of our fishing trip, we returned to camp. But it had just been ransacked by a bunch of thugs. I knew I defiantly didn’t make that happen. Therefore my dream mind had taken over and this “reality” was no longer simply what my imagination could churn out. I was lucid and quite pissed at a gang of thugs =)

Tips and tidbits

When does this work best?

The best time to try this is actually RIGHT when you wake up. You can actually jump right back into a dream you just had by closing your eyes and re-imagining it. It goes 5x faster when you have just come out of a dream. Plus, if you wish, you can actually go back to a previous part of the dream that you remember and start fresh from there. This is especially effective if you just came out of a non-lucid. You can make something that you wished didn’t happen, not happen then continue on from there.

I can’t think of a scenario. What do I do?

You do something I like to refer to as “squirreling”. It’s originally a debating term but it fits here pretty nicely. Pretty much you take a part of one concept and use it to obtain an utterly different one. Simply pick an object out of your surroundings or some random surrounding. For example, I see a bow. I’ll use that. Then you generate another surrounding for that object. Boxes are common in factories so I’ll think of that. Voila, I have a dreamscape I can use =O

I can’t visualize anything. What do I do?

Work on it. I can’t really teach visualization. If I were to write a 200 page book and you read it cover to cover, you would likely still be unable to conjure images out of thin air. But there are was you can try to build it up.

By far the best way is to experience something then try to visualize it. For example, when you held your hand in front of your face then closed your eyes and tried to visualize it. If you were unable to do a complex shape like a hand, try something simpler like a square. Repeat as many times as you can. Look at a square, close your eyes and try to keep it implanted on your vision. Once you have been able to get the square successfully multiple times. Try getting it without first looking at it. The same goes with all the senses.

Please, comment comment comment. Even if its to say “Thanks that worked”, “I don’t think this would work” or “I hate you and I slept with your mom last night.” It helps me learn as well. I will try to answer all questions to the best of my ability in this thread as well.

Happy dreaming, hope this helped a bunch of people =)

Something I learned that I thought I would share with the forum. I quote because it is from the book I am making.




Does that make sense to you guys? Is what I'm saying sound confusing in anyway?

(Old LD - from August 2010. Posting it here as a reminder that I have succeeded at LDing before, and I will succeed again!)

I'm frantically running around in a very large building that looks like it's used for some sort of maintenance. Maybe it's the back entrance to a sports arena or a warehouse, although the layout is much too large and maze-like for that to make sense. The walls are off-white with an occasional surface painted an orange evocative of a high school gym. I'm running because I can occasionally hear a drunken male voice screech, "He's a pillow! A g-dd--n poofter!" and various other offensive terms. They're not directed at me - I get the sense that the man, wherever he is, is ranting good-naturedly to some friends - but certainly the screeching indicates poor impulse control and I know that, were he to somehow see me, I'd certainly be killed. So I'm running... sprinting, actually... trying to find the way out of the place. Of course, I can't find it. I'll dart down corridors only to realize I'm back where I started. There seem to be endless twists and turns. Some hallways have little alcoves or abruptly truncated crawlspaces in the ceiling that make no architectural sense. I don't think I'm panicking, but I realize my situation is getting more and more dire.

Finally my search pays off. I skid to a stop in the middle of a hallway that lacks the high school atmosphere of the place I was just in. The wall to my left is clear glass, overlooking a nicely manicured indoor scene - like the lobby of a huge hotel. I can see expansive skylights above me. I must be a few floors up, wherever I am. The hallway makes a 90-degree turn to the right, but I'm more interested in the two sets of stairs that are now before me. One set is behind an incongruous door in the left wall that looks like it will easily push open. The other set is directly in front of me and leads upward into a darker area. One of these will probably be a good bet for getting out of here... but which one? I deliberate for a second and choose the first set.

I push open the odd-looking door and find myself on a fairly fancy staircase, the kind where you wind around a central railing as you make your way up or down. The walls are all clear glass, fitting with the hotel atmosphere I seem to now be in. I am much more at ease here; I'm not sure there's any more danger. Yet I still want out. I start down the staircase but then realize there's a woman standing a few steps up, looking at me questioningly. She has bobbed brown hair and looks to be late 30s, early 40s. She's using both hands to hold a brown packing box that I know is from Dell and contains a computer. "Oh, you're from before," I say. I know her from an earlier dream (must be FM, I don't remember having other dreams involving her). The woman doesn't react to this, and I realize I can't pinpoint where I know her from. "C'mon," I continue, "we've gotta get out of here!"

I set off down the staircase, not at a dead sprint like I was doing before, but at a quick pace. The woman follows close behind me. "Come on, come on," she urges me in a musical British accent. "Yeah, I know, I'm working on it," I reply. We make our way down a few floors. Abruptly the staircase ends and we're on the ground floor. I feel a moment of triumph before realizing I still need to find the exit.

"Hmm. Where's the exit?" I ask aloud. I turn to the right and begin following the glass wall, figuring there must be a door somewhere. I've only taken a few steps when something compels me to turn around--oh. There's the exit, right there. It's a set of automatic doors designed to blend in seamlessly with the surrounding wall. It also happens to be exactly where the staircase used to be, which might explain why I couldn't find it at first.

The woman and I stand in front of the doors and they slide open. This doesn't make sense, I think to myself. I take a step through the doors and it suddenly hits me. This doesn't make sense. This is a dream! I feel a soft rush of warm air hit me as I emerge, dazed, into the hotel lobby. I briefly think about RCing, but decide not to: I know I'm right. "This is a dream!" I say to the woman excitedly. She gives me a funny look--I realize she's still holding the computer box from earlier--and walks away without me.

I'm still so taken aback that I don't know what to do. I stagger to the right a few steps; there is a bench here and a pillar with some sort of writing on it. I almost feel like I'm drunk. "This is a dream," I repeat slowly. There's a pause. "I'm a coyote and this... is a dream." (Eloquent, aren't I?) As I say this a huge bubble of excitement starts to well up. I force myself to stay calm, knowing that I'll kill the dream if I get too excited. Even so, I can tell my hold on reality is tenuous at best. I start to tip over; I can briefly sense my sleeping body. "No, no, no!" I say hastily, and rub my hands together as fast as I can. The sensation disappears.

I take a couple more staggering, walking-through-jelly steps to the pillar, which I lean against for support as I look up and around at my environment. This really is a gigantic hotel lobby. The skylights above pour down white light. I can see large green trees filling the ample vertical space. To my left, since all the walls are glass, I can see several hallways in floors higher up... maybe there are balconies up there too, not sure. To my right there is a massive concierge desk that stretches for longer than seems practical. Everything is very attractive and clean.

I'm suddenly struck with an urge to sing. Still leaning against the pillar, I lazily imagine my voice echoing like a clarion call throughout the building. I open my mouth and a sound comes out that is definitely my voice, but it's more croak than choral. It sounds like I've just woken up and badly need a drink of water (fitting, I guess). Still, there is a pleasing echo to my voice that I understand is not from my surroundings, but something inherent to my voice itself. I try again. "I'm dreeeaammiiingg... about the end of the world," I sing at random to a melody I don't recognize. Eh, it's no good, I still sound like a frog. I feel myself tip backward again into my sleeping form; I feel satisfied and don't fight it. I wake up.