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last night i had the weirdest dream. i remember most of my dreams i dont know why. the dream began where i was in my house and stood next to my basement door, it was open and a little girl was standing on the steps leading down into my basement. it felt so real and i can remember every single detail. i asked her what her name was, she answered,"michelle". and she told me her brother and mother were downstairs. i slowly walked down the stairs and stood infront of me was a tall lady with short brown hair, and a little boy about 7 years old. the lady said hello to me and i looked around the basement. there was a matress and a couple of chairs in the room. the lady was sat down staring at me from the corner of the room. the children took my hands and then told me to follow them and go talk to there mum.(by this time i had gone past being scared and i was more curious) i started to tal to the lady in the corner, she said that she had been down there fr a while. her husband locked them down in the basement and ran away.for some reason i knew they were dead and so did they but i wasnt scared. i asked her if she wanted anything and she sed she was hungry. i offred to make her something to eat(like u do lol) then out of nowhere she grabbed my arm and said "ive got it" and she scratched my name and some numbers into my arm and i felt it , it was painful..(weird eh?) she sed she will come for me wen she is redy. there is no escaping.and i ran upstairs and out the door. i then woke up in my dream.and looked at my arm and i had a weird scratched tattoo thingy on my arm and then i woke up properly...anyway just thought id share my weird dreams with ppl lol.

DILD...crap recall
I remember trying to teleport to Walms after throwing several black holes on the wall and stepping through one . When I got to the next location, it was a dark area, and I saw some fast moving light flying by. I remember trying to catch up to it thinking it was him.

[B][COLOR="#8b0000"]Nomad's Dream[/COLOR][/B]
I wake up, and look at Angel sleeping peacefully. I kiss the back of her neck. It's a false awakening. I go back to sleep.

I am in the Biodome with Angel. We are walking through it, looking at all the plants. "Are we in Eden again, Adam?"

"No, my Lilith, we are on the Moon."

"Oh. Hmm... How strange. Is that our friend there? The animal woman?"

I see Raven as a half raven-half human. She is making magic in a small circle on the ground. Raven stands up and looks at us. We silently smile at each other.

The dream fades to black.
[COLOR="green"][B]Raven's Dream[/B][/COLOR]

Dream in a Dream: More Fish in the Sea
I am outside in a forest area, I am in an area of soft dirt and I am drawing in it, I am trying to figure out some symbols that might serve to help me make magic work on this plane. I have started by drawing a circle around myself, I continue drawing symbols around the circle, though I'm not even sure what I am trying to accomplish. I see there is someone else there, I look up and I see there is a man there watching me… is that what I am trying to do? Attract someone who will love me and treat me right? He's kinda cute, but that's not my main concern, I am looking at his energy, which looks good, it looks welcoming, caring. I stand up and smile at him, he smiles back… really? I have to get the nerve to say hi to him… but then that falls apart… a woman comes over and they start kissing, a thin woman, one chin, a pretty face, younger than me… great… There are men out there, good ones, but that is no benefit to me. Are there more "fish in the sea" after breaking up with my ex boyfriend? Sure… too bad I don't have any bait! ,u_u, The scene fades out to reveal I have been dreaming, and now I find I am in bed… leading to the next dream…

***

I've been trying to lucid dream for the past week but i always mes something up so im just gonna stop for a little while probably till monday. For now I'm just gonna research a lot of different ways and maybe get some tips on the way.

I am at the Pyramids of Giza. I am in my archdemon form, perched atop The Great Pyramid.

A vampire appears out of the sky in confusing form. He is battling... a cherub. He flings it into the portal, and lands on the desert floor. He grows himself to skyscraper size.

He looks like me in my vampire form, but slightly different.

"Who are you, imposter?" he demands. I feel his gaze pierce into my eyes, trying to probe my mind. Instead of pushing him back, I pull him in. My eyes change to swirling portal eyes. I begin to pull him into NeverwonderHell. He turns his gaze away in anger.

Agh! You bastard!

Now his eyes look like the eyes of a blind man.... No, he has extra eyelids like a bird.

"I don't care who you are, I see your vampire form beneath your skin, you false demon."

He makes a noise that sounds like the shriek of a banshee, the howl of a wolf, and the roar of a bear. Vampire scream. I involuntarily transform into my vampire form, Soulkyst. I am a tall vampire with long straight white hair, and pale pale lavender skin. I am wearing a suit and a long cape with black boots.

The enemy vampire draws a sword. Two small swords pop out from my wrists and spin. We roar and charge at each other. I teleport behind him, and stab him in the back. He roars in pain. I make my left fist into a hammer and break his spine. He falls to the desert floor and writhes in agony.

"You can't kill me. I am immortal!" he hisses.

"I know."

I crouch down at him, and look at him.

"Go ahead and drink of my blood, o victor."

"I don't want your blood."

I probe his mind. At first he resists, then he lets me in....

[I]The Vampire King? The one we defeated in the desert in two dreams almost a year apart? On assignment.... to assassinate...Raven and Spike? This doesn't make any sense... Past lifetimes... karmic bonds.... he and Selene... okay... he and I are brothers... twin souls... half souls...![/I]

He looks at me and grins.

"It's time for us to no longer be separate. Nevergawn smashed our soul in two thousands of years ago."

I look at him. It's like looking at a mirror. I suddenly feel the pain I inflicted on him, his power... I feel weak... he is draining me... I am draining him?

We swirl together and become two tornadoes of dark purple and dark grey energy. I feel our souls merge...

***

I am back in my mediation room in BanYanLand in the Biodome on the Moon. I look in the mirror. My eyes are two different colors: aquamarine and gold. I feel somehow complete.

Saber walks in.

DUDE I HAD THIS WEIRD DREAM WHERE THERE WAS ANOTHER VAMPIRE LIKE ME, AND I BECAME HIM! he shouts at me.

Was it me?

No, nothing like you.

Weird, me too!

***

dream skips

***

I am back at the Pyramids. I am perched atop the Great Pyramid in my Vampire form.

AndresLD flies out of a sky portal riding a giant boomerang.

Hey Nomad. AHA! IT'S YOU, YOU BASTARD!

Andres transforms and tattoos grow and swirl on his skin glowing blue. He charges at me, and we battle in the sky. I draw a sword. CLANG CLANG CLANG!

Nephanim comes out of a sky portal. He is a golden man. STOP! he shouts. Then he starts shooting energy lasers out of his third eye at us.

We all battle each other.

There is a strange thing on my arm talking to me. A monkey is swirling around it.

MadMonkey?

He starts laughing crazily. I stop time.

Raven appears, driving this crazy old black American train.

ALL ABOARD TO THE MOON!

The black Moon Dragons Appear.

The train gets on its back, and we ride to the moon.

We land in the Biodome. For some reason my spaceship is on display. We look at ourselves in its shiny reflection.

We give everyone a tour of The Tower.

***

The Caverns

I am in Mosh's Inner World. We are smoking out of a hookah in a trippy room off to the side in his dream house. Asuka comes in and gives us cookies. We are dreaming! Right! She laughs and tends to the baby.

"So, let's go and explore these caverns!"

"Hell yeah."

We go into his basement. There is a door that says, "Other Worlds."

He opens it, and we step into a great cavern.

"Ah! I have been here before in REM dreams!!!"

I visually follow an old trail of mine, and see that it leads to my Inner World.

A mole-man appears and asks if we want to go down into the depths.

We nod.

We get in a minecart and go down down down.

Everything changes. There is a beautiful underground kingdom. The caves are lined with glowing fungus. There are fish, animals, and people. Everything is hidden. Go ahead and talk about us, because no one will believe you. You can't find us here unless we want you too.

Those who get too close, we kill.

I am shown over a bowl of water...

There are fifteen glowing energy centers in the Cavern Worlds. Each is like a sun. It's a mass of force. Each one glows a bright silvery white. They are all connected to the Black Sun in Hollow Earth. In each cavern world is one White Sun. All life revolves around it.

Moving in with my supervisor:

I have just arrived at my supervisor's house, where I for some reason am going to live with him and his daughter for some time. His daughter looks different than IRL and in some ways my supervisor does to. He even behaves a bit differently and less distinguished.

Their house is rather big and so are all of the rooms. However, those rooms do not look very cosy and homelike but have white walls and stuff such as boxes and wires in them, but not much normal furniture. One of the rooms looks a lot like the part of a store where the counters are. There were several counters in this room which looked very similar to those in a grocery store. However, in these "counters" you instead did the dishes. I saw my supervisor do this several times during the dream. He even wore a white and green checked apron. After having watched him do the dishes several times he asked me if I could do this sometime too and I replied that I would. After all, if I was supposed to live there I felt that it was natural for me to help with stuff like that. Several times during the rest of the dream I thought that I would do some dishing, but I was always distracted by something and started to feel guilty for never taking care of it.

Later, my supervisor returns home from something and has apparently been through something really tough which you can perhaps compare to a divorce or a loss of something very important. He seems extremely depressed and appears to have been devastated. After a while, I carefully ask him if it is perhaps better if I move out again, since this is maybe a bad time for me to stay here. However, he says "no, no" and seems relieved to have me there. He is happy that I am there and wants me to stay, apparently especially because of what has just happened. A while earlier I had seen him cut his hair without even looking into a mirror, and I know that he is too proud of his hair to just cut it like that. I had asked him if he did it because of what happened, but he only replied that he just felt that it was time to cut it.

Even later in the dream, he has invited a bunch of guests to the house. I do not really meet any of them and do not see any of them cleary, but I can feel that they are there and can see movement and hear things from them. I feel that I do not really know how to behave and therefore move away into an empty room, looking for a bathroom. I start to wonder if they even have a shower around here. I am starting to feel a bit worried that I will never find a shower there and start smelling in a few days. I open several white doors without any success. Finally I find a stairway, which I follow. Apparenly it leads up to the roof. I now stand on the roof, which consists of red tiles. There, in the middle stands a toilet. I find it weird to place a toilet up here and start wondering if anyone would see me if I used it now. I look around and notice that I am really high above the ground. I see the lawn a long way below and the daughter playing there. It is a clear and sunny day. I now realize that this is both a toilet and a shower. To take a shower you sit on the toilet and pull a rope hanging from above in order to make water pour down on you. I thought that this was not very practical, since you could not move around very much up here. I now also noticed thin, almost fully transparent curtains to pull around me. I got annoyed, because people would see me through them. Besides, the wind was blowing them apart all the time...


Fragments:

* I remember that it was a long time since I sent an e-mail to my old friend P, who I apparently had used to exchange mails with a lot when I had been younger. I write him an e-mail now and tell him about my life nowadays and so on. When I have sent it I can see that it had been sent to another address as well. Then I remember that when P had been smaller, his mom always wanted to read all the e-mails he received. I had now written to the same address, which was apparently still connected to his mom's. This meant that she would also be able to read what I had just written and I did not really like this.

* I am on the bus with my friend A. I am sitting and he is standing, holding on to a pole. He tells me that he has been married once, a few years ago, and seems to be serious. I become shocked (he is only nineteen and does not seem like the type...) and ask him several times if it is really true. He keeps responding "yes" in a voice which is still serious. Then he adds, apparently to try and make me understand: "Yes, in a story I have written about myself". I then angrily exclaim that what he writes about himself in his stories is not true and that he cannot lie like this. However, he does not understand what I mean and seems to think that everything that he has written about himself becomes true...

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Another dream involving a library...

I was in a small room. This room was part of a library, and had a ceiling of normal height, and dark, ruddy brown walls with white trim. The lighting was dim, as if someone had put a few sheets of tissue paper over the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. It was also slightly yellowish, which was unusual.

Against the walls, there were tall shelves of books. These shelves were fairly antique-looking, and were made of reddish brown wood that had been polished. They were scuffed up here and there, but overall they were fairly nice bookshelves that, if they were real, I'd have wanted to take home with me. The books were lined up normally and on a slightly tilt against the inside of the bookshelves; most of them were teen and adolescent novels with thicker spines. I pulled one out, and on the atmospheric cover there was a moon and a black wolf. The wolf was almost cartoony and was looking up at the moon, standing in a flat of grass.

I opened the book and read some text, which I forget. The text size was normal, probably around 10 or 11 point, while the book itself had around 300 pages.

I had this dream within the last month- forgot to write it down

I was at my old high school, but it was by the ocean. The driveway up to the school bordered the sea and was a spiral. In the center of the spiral was the main office. I was walking through the halls; I guess I had class. I had books with me. I somehow knew it was time to go- that school was out. I took flight, without any means to do so, and was flying above the office and down the spiral. I remember I wasn't entirely sure how to fly and felt unstable. I noticed at the front of the school was a very large sand sculpture in the shape of an old egyptian. Waves were thundering against the sculture and eating away at it. At the top of this sand sculture was the school- it was built on sand. I realized that as the waves beat away, the entire structure was giving way. Other people showed up and we were starting to build up the sculture again, trying to keep it stable. We were extending it so that there were more layers. The waves were getting bigger and bigger. The sculture was seated, but we changed its shape so it was laying down- so its legs would block the sea. We finally felt as if we had successfully built up the structure against the waves and rested.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Woke up with zero recall, and I was kinda disappointed. Then when I had breakfast two dreams came back to me, and one of them was very cool. Superpowers and whatnot. I almost got lucid, but didn't quite make it. I also have some memories of waking up, talking to my girlfriend. She took some notes.

21.15: Bedtime

22.19: Sleeptalking
I wake up, and I start speaking to Monica. "What are you waiting for?" Monica replies. "What?" "What are you waiting for" "What I am waiting for?" "Yeah..." "Nothing" I fall back asleep.

22.43: Sleeptalking
I wake up. "Summon something! Four meters of ceiling against the head, hurts like shit!"

05.15: Fragment
*I'm in a mall with my family. The entire first floor is filled with waist-deep water. I put on a pair of swimming goggles and dive under. The water is crystal clear and warm. The bottom is filled with small mussels and white and brown small seashells. I pick up a very cool one. I break the surface, and look around. No one is watching. I pocket the shell.

05.15: Who will become the next superhero?
I'm at the local supermarket and I'm in a big competition. A guy from work (David) shows up. I use some kind of mental power to steal his powerball. Peace of cake. I now have four. "Aww crap! I wanted Linus to have four, he's only got three" he tells me. I realise that all balls have been taken, and I can feel the energy radiating from them. I start running. Dodging food stands and jumping over small counters with food samples. I spot Linus and he smiles at me, he looks embarrassed. All red in his face. I keep on running.

Suddenly I've got rollerblades on, and my agility is incredible (for a dream). I spot a huge chocolate bar and I snatch it. Outside of the shop, I start stuffing my face with chocolate. I jam all I can into my mouth before I slam the thing on the ground. A little girl nearby gets startled, and her dad looks angrily at me. I don't care. I am going to become the champion. I walk out from the overhang, into the rain. It's pretty dark outside now, and I can see the silhouette of a huge mountain wall in the darkness. "The other guy is halfway up already" a voice tells me.

I realise I can fly up there and stretch out my arms. Nothing happens. I don't believe in it enough for it to work. "Oh well, I guess I'll have to climb then" I think and walk up to the ladder at the base of the wall, and start climbing. Almost at the top, a black guy appears and tries to shoot me with a gun. I quickly dodge and make him drop the gun. He brings out a sharp piece of flexible metal. Like a razorblade the size of a sword. I grab the blade and cut him in several places before he has a chance to react. Apparently this was all staged, and we had a deal on where I was going to cut. Unfortunately I had cut him in the wrong places. His thigh, stomach and face was bleeding from thin, long cuts. "Ouch! That was in the wrong place dude!" he whines.

05.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements before bed: 200 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Almost lucid. I am going to try again tonight, but I will probably only get 7 hours of sleep. The "Constant Awareness" thingy is VERY hard. I have had awareness for a few hours total today, but hopefully it helps. I'm sure it will in the long run!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I had this dream on Dec. 14

I was at an outside event. There were quite a lot of people seated on chairs in a grassy area and they were watching a man on a stage. There was a boy, my age, that was supposed to be performing, but he didn't want to and he was walking away as I was passing by. I started to talk to him.

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I was in an outside mall area. I was going into a restaurant with an ex. For some reason, I was meeting him for lunch. As we were sitting at the table, he became very rude to our waiter and I remembered why I had separated from him. I got up, told him I was leaving, and then walked outside. I realized since I'd ridden here with him, I didn't have a car. I thought of calling my fiance, but knew it would be difficult to explain why I was here. I wasn't entirely sure myself. I thought of calling my parents to come get me, but I didn't want to have to beg. I then thought maybe I could ride the bus. As I was walking around the mall area to the parking area, I saw rental cars parked and taxis. I intended to go rent a car, just for the 10 minute drive home. As I was looking at the selection, I noticed my ex was walking toward me. He didn't look happy. There were other men with him. As they walked up, he started to harass me. I tried to get away, but he grabbed me and started to beat me. I remember throwing punches back in defense, even trying to snap his neck. His friends pulled me off, started to beat me too. People that were watching, saw me getting beaten to death, came in, tried to help. I remember crawling away, tears streaming down my face with blood, my face puffy, trying to call my fiance. He answered and I asked if he could pick me up. He asked what was wrong and I told him just to get me- I blacked out then.

I came to and I was laying on the asphalt in the parking lot, my fiance having just arrived. There was a mirror or something reflective in front of me and both of my eyes were almost swollen shut, were black, my lip busted and my face distorted and bloody. I started crying and I just held my fiance. I then saw my ex and his friends. They were carrying AK-47's. I panicked as they were walking toward me. They opened fire on the crowd and my fiance took off to go fight. I crawled under a car, barely breathing, watching the men walk past me. Other people started trying to hide beside me and drew attention to us. The men with guns started shooting in our direction. My fiance leapt under the car just as a grenade was thrown our way. He threw it back out just before it blew up, taking a man's face with it. I was shuddering and as I turned to look at my fiance, I saw what looked like a laser appear on his chest. I saw blood pouring out and I began to shriek in horror. I was screaming "Please don't leave me, please don't go" as he held my hand, his eyes glassy. He collapsed beside me and I started to sob. I looked at a man next to me with a gun and somehow, he was my fiance, only he wasn't. The man that had just died wasn't my fiance, the man beside me was. It was very confusing. I clung to the other man, telling him it would be okay and he was giving me weird glances.

Last night was filled with dreams, but I had really bad recall. It's interesting how this process seems to go in cycles and phases. This is the only dream that really stood out.

Dream 1-- Ali G. Interview

Walking into my sister's room, I see her on a mattress that has a white sheet covering it and is directly on the floor. Her room doesn't seem abnormal, but the layout is totally different. The mattress is set up directly in front of a T.V. that is the same one she actually has in her room. On the mattress it looks like she is talking into the T.V., and I walk over and lay on the mattress. The next sequence of events is rather blurry in my mind and I don't know if this is the definite chronology, but.. I look up at the T.V. and see that we can see ourselves in the screen. I don't go PassObs, which is a first, but I start getting excited how we are on camera.

My mind starts to wander at this point and I think about Ali G. for some reason. In my head, I see him on a catwalk with a bowl cut and a little mustache. He is wearing an all black shiny leather jacket with a zipper down the middle and the same color pants. He is walking straight, then turns to the audience and then continues to walk. I am kind of in awe of him because he can change his style so many times but people know who he is (or at least they know his fame). He can do whatever he wants and not be considered weird.

Then, somehow the whole mattress, T.V. and sister set up have switched over to my room, but every piece of furniture in my room is gone except for the mattress and a chair. Ali G. walks through the door as we are expecting to interview him for the show. I notice that he has the same obscure hairstyle as before, and also take note of the fact that it's 10 minutes before the start of the interview. I decide that I have time to talk to him a little bit and see what he is like.

He walks over and sits down on the chair. I say Hello Ali G. and he says hi. There is some conversation I can't remember, but then I say "I think Ali G. is the funniest movie ever." He isn't even looking at me when I say this comment, but when I utter it I see his eyebrows furrow in some sort of anger or disappointment, and I get completely PassObs. I feel like I just lied for no reason because I really didn't think that Ali G was the funniest of his movies, I was just saying it for some random reason. At this, I totally freeze up and start to regret that we are about to be on camera with him.

At the start of the interview, however, my sister does this slow motion punching combo with exaggerated sounds effects where she uppercuts me twice and then hits me in the face. I take this as a sign that she doesn't want me to be in the interview anymore so I act like the fake punches has killed me by exaggerating my reaction to them. Then I just lay on the ground beside the mattress until the interview is over. I go into PassObs thinking about how I fucked up and whether I should get up and whether my sister actually punched me like she did intentionally so that I would not be a part of the interview. I can't figure out these problems.

When I get up from this, it's night time and I am standing outside her room. We are talking about going to dinner but I am acting very distant, not looking at her and saying that I think I will stay in the house.


This dream, to me, suggests a lot of things about my personality. First, I like to exaggerate the importance of other people and downplay my own self-worth. Ali G. could potentially represent any person because I believe them all to be celebrities without any imperfections and with a much cooler life than me. I try to talk to them by lying and complimenting them on things that I don't genuinely believe to be true so they will like me, but this ingenuity, as my dream points out, actually pushes people away from me. What's worse is that I can discern my own deceit and then become obsessive about it, as if it's some sort of morality play and I just committed the greatest sin of the modern era. Now that I think I'm worthless, my sister aids in that feeling by fake punching me in a way that suggests to me that she wants me not to be a part of the interview. Because of my shitty feelings, I accept my own interpretation of not being good enough, take the blows willingly and even knock myself out so that I don't have to be a part of the interview. In this scenario, even if I had messed up socially, why would I miss the opportunity to interview Ali G just because I said something wrong and my sister didn't want me to? I think this dream, like many others, are showing me how I'm potentially controlled by the desires of other people when I mentally believe I am worthless. Why would I follow my gut if it leads me down the wrong path...? At least that's the logic of this inferior me.

Many of my dreams seem to be sending much stronger messages to me now either because I'm being more receptive or because I'm reading this book on symbols in dreams and archetypes. Either way, I'm really happy that I'm getting this information, but something I need to work on is implementing the advice of my subconscious and paying attention to when these things occur in the present!

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I dreamed for a subjectively really long time last night, but my recall is a bit fragmented. I don't really remember the transitions between most of the scenes, which is reflected in the absence of flowing transitions between paragraphs in this entry.]

I'm lying in a bed that I'm sharing with a man I know. It's not sexual; he's asleep. He rolls over onto me, apparently completely unaware of my presence. I struggle to get out from underneath him, and succeed, standing up.

I'm now in a long, wide, rectangular space with white walls that serves as the entryway to our church's offices, which are within a really big building. A long, straight hallway leading to other offices on the floor forms one of the long sides of the rectangle, and the doors into our offices are on the other side. The center of the rectangle is filled with a row of wide, square, dark-colored, upholstered seats. I'm lying on one of them, with my knees bent over the front edge of it and my feet on the floor. Several people from my church walk by, coming in and out of the doors. They see me, and I say, “Hi.”

I'm in another room in the same really big building. It's being remodeled. There's a couch that's completely wrapped in newsprint, because someone is going to paint this room. I'm standing near the doorway, and I see L.M. [a teacher from my real high school, whose class I was never in] walking by out in the hall. I introduce one of the other people who's in the room with me to her: “This is L.M. She teaches biology.” L.M. is wearing a name tag that says “Sakura Lily [Something-or-other beginning with M],” in Roman characters. I think, I didn't know that was her real name.

I'm looking out the wall of the really big building that's make up of one really big window, at a sky filled with pink and orange clouds. I realize that it's already 3:00 in the afternoon, and I've already wasted most of the day. I'd better hurry up if I want to do the studying I still need to do for my final. [In the dream, I actually remembered having experienced most of an entire day in that really big building, including lunchtime.]

I'm in another living-room-like room, similar to the one that was being remodeled, except that this one isn't. At this point, it hits me: This isn't a real place. I'm dreaming. That explains why I wasn't really hungry for lunch earlier: my real body is asleep, and I had a big dinner before I went to bed. Oh! Since I'm dreaming, it's not really 3:00. The day hasn't even started yet! I still have time to study! Strangely, thinking about the fact that I'm dreaming causes me to feel woozy, dizzy, and sick, and the whole world to tilt. [Probably because I was rereading parts of the Inception shooting script again, in which telling someone that they're dreaming causes the dream to destabilize. Dang it! I know it doesn't have to be like that.] I think, No. I have to keep the dream stable. I kneel down to feel the carpet, which, this time, is a little like the carpet in my real room, except lighter (more yellow than brown) and slightly shaggier. The dizzy, tilting feeling goes away. Standing up, I put my hands under running water. At first, I can't feel it at all, but then I feel the warm water running over my hands. Then, I reach into a fish tank on a nearby table to touch the goldfish in it with my fingers. I've done this before, I think. What did it feel like? This. It does feel pretty much like I remember it feeling when I had my own goldfish tank in reality.

I return to the room that was being remodeled, to find that they're done remodeling it. The couch has been unwrapped and all the other furniture has been returned to the room. This room will be serving as the first-aid station for some kind of event; there's a handwritten paper sign on the door saying so. I feel the need to leave this room clean and neat before this dream ends (I sense that it will soon), so I pick up all the trash and used tissues that are lying all over the middle of the floor.

I'm outside, at night, looking at a couple of brightly-lit city blocks. I think, Oh, cool! Those are the blocks just to the south of home! [What home, I don't have the slightest idea.] I start flying, this time taking off with more of an effort of will and belief than by jumping (it also helps that I'm feeling happy and excited), and go straight up, so as to admire the view better. When I get up high, I start being pulled backward again [see this DJ entry and this one], but this time, it doesn't frighten me. I think, Oh, I must be going back to my real body now.

It turns out that I'm wrong. I find myself in another unfamiliar place [I don't remember where it was]. I pinch my nose and can still breathe through it, which is a pretty neat feeling. I'm still dreaming. [I remember doing this on two different occasions, but I'm not sure when the other one was.]

I'm entering my family's house [but it's none of our real houses]. P. is waiting for me inside, and expresses frustration that I've been gone so long. I'm still aware that this is a dream, but I decide to play along with the dream plot. I enter the kitchen, and my parents are there. I look at the whiteboard/calendar attached to the side of the fridge and see that something I wrote there before has been erased, and the magnets on it have been moved around. I follow my family up the stairs in the house, and we end up in a room filled with barrels of wine.

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Side notes:

This dream seemed to go on for a really long time, especially considering that I remembered being in the dream building for most of a day. I only wrote down the most memorable moments. I think this is because time dilation was the topic I was reading the most about here on DV before I went to bed last night. I am pleased with this development, and now I'm even more motivated to learn better control, so that I can really take advantage of the time and stability I now seem to have in lucid dreams.

I remember only a fragment of the dream where i was at a firing range, and we had to shoot real people. It might have been war. But after i woke up, i wanted to do a DEILD and didn't move. I was half asleep half awake and realized Im dreaming. This is a dream. It didn't become fully lucid. But Im getting closer.

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"]16.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Something's Off, But Whaat THE HELL!?[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"](DILD)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="Gray"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="Purple"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkBlue"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="Gray"][/COLOR][COLOR="Purple"]I remember I was going through a backyard [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](not mine) [/COLOR][COLOR="Purple"]when I was thinking something was off. I couldn't quite figure out what was off though. I was still pondering what I heard I loud sound, I looked over and saw a pterodactyl flying, then landing. [/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"]Nose pinch, lucid. I was taking in the surroundings, it was night, but I was able to see and there was a fence near me, wanting to see what was on the other side, I ignited it. When it finished burning it revealed...another fence. My mind numbing with that, I turned around and saw some headlights on the road, I got an idea. I went over to the road in waved a guy with an afro on a motorcycle down. He stopped for me and I asked him if I could have a ride...TO THE FUTURE! [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](kind of ironic considering he looked like he was dropped from the 80's) [/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"]He just said sure as if it was nothign, but as I got on, the dream ended. [/COLOR][COLOR="Gray"](shame, that could of been so cool)[/COLOR][COLOR="DarkBlue"] [/COLOR][/INDENT]

Work Sucks
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

I show up at a quarry or something for work with Al Pacino and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory. A couple guys recognize me in the main office and greet me.

As we head out to where we're supposed to be working, we see a group of workers standing around a pool of silver chemicals. Some poor guy surfaces from the chemicals attached to a dunking machine. He gasps desperately for air before being dunked again. We run down and try to put a stop to this.

Some woman steps forward, and seems to be the fanatical leader. Leonard confronts her, and as they face off, he begins to transform. I'm expecting him to turn into a large dog, but instead he turns in to a furry white monster with wings and a single horn sprouting out of his forehead. The scene pans over and the woman has turned into a large gray dog. The only problem is that Leonard's monster looks cute, while the giant dog he's facing looks mean.

We wander off, sit on a couch, and chat as we watch television. Our conversation is interrupted by the phone. I answer it and hear a recording that says "You morons are fired." Then a supervisor gets on the phone and I assure him we're off to work.

I pull out some work gloves for the guys, but the ones I give to Pacino are too small. So are mine. Pacino somehow breaks his thumbnail, and it's bleeding profusely. I tell him I'll bandage it, but he's being a baby. Once I ties a folded cloth around the wound, he says it feels as good as new. I inspect my handiwork, and there is another bloody gash above the fingernail. But now he can't work.

We all go to a restaurant and sit down for breakfast. There is a woman doctor sitting across from us, and she's jealous about Pacino talking about what a good job I did on his wound. Pacino somehow ends up with the doctor.