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regular dreams: 11-14-10

Dead Body Museum
There was some type of dead body museum outside. Me and my friend Brittany and some other people were outside in a wooded area. There was a pond and in that pond where some dead people's heads. We had to use scuba gear so that we could go underwater and take a closer look at the dead people. First we had to get through a narrow plastic door underwater to get to an open, cave-like area that had the dead remains of some little girls and other people sticking out of the walls. Then we went through a second door to get to other area where there were more heads. For some reason we went into these cave-like things twice, the second time I think it was to show some other people around. But the second time we went in there and got down to the second layer, I got scared for some reason and wanted to get out. When I reached the last door to get out I kept thinking about how my air could run out soon. I think I managed to get out safely though.

Flying/Falling
I was with my sister in our backyard. There was something that I wanted to get on the roof of a random tall house in our backyard. It was like a fuzzy brown thing. I jumped up and flew up to the roof. My mom or sister was nervous for me and didn't want me to go up there but I tried to prove them wrong. I safely made it to the top of the roof and grabbed the.. thing. But to get down, I jumped and tried to fly but ended up falling fast toward the ground and landing hard. It didn't hurt at all though.

Camp
I was at camp with my friends Brittany and Dani. Dani got her own room in a nice white building because her mom wanted her to have her own room alone. It had like four beds in it and was really nice and big. There were some other bitchy girls there who stayed in some other big rooms in the white building. After I went to check out Dani's room, I went to the bathroom that had four mirrors and looked expensive and lavish. The other girls came in. I made fun of them by saying something like "oh hello there, I have to put on loads of makeup because I'm just so awesome and everyone loves me," then left and told Brittany what I said to them. Me and Brittany had to stay in a super cramped small bunk bed thing. That's all I remember.

November 14, 2010

I was in school but outside on the corner of the block. It was sunny outside with blue skies. My friend Lauren and my chemistry teacher were there and we were all doing an experiment for something. Then I saw 3 rolling houses made of different mirrors go down the street. They kinda looked like disco balls on wheels. I walked back to the school and I saw a red and black snake. I asked my teacher if it was poisonous and she said, "I don't know lets find out." So she put her hand by it and squeezed it by the neck and held it. But as I went to pet it it slithered away. The End.

Been out of practice for most of the week. I can see my dream recall suffering. This was a good night though.

Practice RCs, Dream Guide
Method DILD (prospective memory)
Lucidity B
Vividness C
Control B
0626: I don't recall the beginning very well. I'm laying on a bed. My roommate is in the room. I push off a bunch of small wood blocks from the bed and they fall on the floor noisily. Then I pull the covers over me and my roommate leaves the room. I don't know why, but I remind myself to do a reality check. I nose-plug once and don't believe it. I do it again and now realize I am lucid. I remember my plan: do nothing, practice reality checks, let my dream guide find me.

I walk out of the room. I now seem to be in the Daisetta house. I walk out to the backyard and then around to the side of the house. I try a list of RCs. Many of these I've rarely or never done so I wanted to experience what they were like in a dream:

Nose-plug: I can breathe.
Count fingers: I have double-vision as I look at my hands but I still count 10 fingers.
Finger through palm: doesn't work.
Memory: I couldn't recall how I got to this house.

The next few needed some objects, so I walked back inside the house to the kitchen.

Clock: numbers were changing crazily, and I could will them to change.
Text: for double-spaced lines, the text seemed normal. Fsingle-spaced lines, it started to dance and look crazy. But for both I don't recall actually reading or remembering the words.
Light switch: I notice the light turn on and off but the light level doesn't really change. But there was also sunlight coming through the window so I wouldn't expect a lamp to make much difference.

Cool, that was interesting. Now what. I notice my roommate in the house, so I decide to will him to leave. I look at him and imagine that he is about to leave for work. He does starting moving toward the front door and out to a car in the driveway. I follow him with my eyes and my will all the way until he is gone.

Then I recall the bit about letting my dream guide find me. On cue, the door bell rings. I open it and a man enters. He's maybe 35, slightly overweight, with tan skin, black hair, and a goatee mustache. I don't recognize him, nor is he very impressive. He just looks like a random guy. In his hands, he has a brown paper bag. From the bag, he pulls out a candle which he presents to me like a gift. He says something like "Here's something that helps others in your situation." I try to interpret what that means but don't get it. He opens the bag and shows me what else is in there: a bottle of sake and a fried rice cracker treat that you might get at a Japanese restaurant or market. I'm trying to figure out what these things could mean and I wonder if this guy is really my dream guide.

The door bell rings again. This time, it's another man, a bit older than the last, with pale skin and a cleanly shaved face. He's wearing a blue business casual shirt and slacks. I imagine he is an accountant and I vaguely recognize him as a type actor who plays small parts in TV shows and commercials. He doesn't say anything. I look at him and back at the other man. Confused. Not sure what to make of this. Dream ends.

New AA At Work
1207: Living with my mother. New work office. I sense that my work is a TV show and we've started a new season with some new characters and a new setting. There's a new administrative assistant who is an attractive blond woman who reminds me of an actress. I need to fill in a overtime paycheck request form. I do this and give it to the woman. She checks and and sees I forget the date at the top. I take it back and realize I've filled the whole thing in pencil but it should be in pen. I feel embarassed.

Complaining About The Team
0144: In a dark office with Lance. It's raining outside. We are talking about the company football team. The quarterback was replaced by C and we are joking about how bad he is. He can't throw a spiral. Lance finds a radio broadcast of the game on the internet. Our team is losing. Now it seems to be college football instead of the company. We talk about what are team should do. Now it seems to be Starcraft instead of football. Lance says all they do it mass tier one units. I suggest something tricky like a DT rush.

13/10/2010 well i really should have written this down as i woke up but here goes. i revisited a place similar to one i keep visiting and i can only suggest that it is some kind of dream college. there was one massive rectangular hall with high ceilings that i was using as a flying practice zone. there was an old school style to the rest of the building and the grounds were like some manor house. this is about 10% of what i remembered on awakening...

I'm driving down a hill, I have a coffee in one hand, I start to lose control of the car because my one hand is occupied, but I won't put the coffee down for some reason. I swerve all over the road and bump into cars and drive on the sidewalk, but I'm watching myself do this from the top of the hill as I'm doing it. After I get out of the car, someone says "well that's not really an example of good driving, is it?" I was hoping nobody would notice what happened.

I remembered so much more less than an hour ago...

I'm sitting at long table at some sort of sorority semi-formal/function. I seem to be sitting with Mike and Maddie. I then hear my name and look around. Eventually I catch eye with Arthur whose sitting on the second catwalkish deck on the far side of the room. He comes downstairs, wearing a white basketball jersey with red lining. We go over to the beer where I ask him for a cup. We small-talk, and I consider telling him about Wells Fargo and Causalitea. We go back up to his table where we continue to talk. Eventually I come down and sit on this tall stool that is directly behind my original table. The room we are in sorta resembles Harry's from NYC. I notice that Mike and Maddie are gone and I feel a shred of guilt that they may think I ditched them. But I quickly notice that everyone is gathered around the front of the room, and everyone is also in white - it looked like a gathering of angels. So I continue lounging on the chair, until what seems to be the social chair purports that she had already asked me to get down from that chair once. I disagree with her, and eventually she gives in. I'm then transported next a metro rail bus station. There's a group us, and it turns out several of them are Heathwood kids including Hunter Lipscomb. Idk why we were together, or what the context was, but I start raising hell that "y'know all these heathwood kids are from columbia right?" I seem worried that they might think I mean Columbia, Missouri. But they get it and contest "But they're from downtown". Idk why this matters, but I argue and say no they're not. And eventually yell that I'm from downtown and should know. I remember thinking that I'm probably not even technically from downtown. Through all of this I see some sort of patrol cop or officer in grey laying under a folded box. I can only see his upper body. I ignore it at first, but then another officer in the distance points at it forcing us to acknowledge it. I for some reason pretend I hadn't seen it before. I then notice two blinking red lights and instantly become scared that a bombs about to blow and run. I run behind a tree and watch a bomb-defuser try to defuse it. Something explodes in a whiff of smoke and suddenly a parachute encapsulates the bomb defuser. He floats and falls to the ground 15 yds in front of me. Jean Robert Bellande gets out of the bag.

So I successfully turned my alarm on for 4 hours and 30 minute after I fell asleep, but for some reason my biological clock keeps waking me up before the alarm goes off! This is really frustrating because I can't fall back sleep for like an hour after I get woken up.

My roommate breathes loud, and there is a street right outside my window that has cars and ambulances and police even at 4 am. So I had to stay up for maybe an extra hour just trying to WILD. I only fell asleep after I stopped trying and totally lost consciousness. I feel like so far my dreams have been longer and more realistic, but overall my dream recall has decreased and my quality of sleep has gone way down. I have to sleep for 9 hours and I toss a lot more during the night. I don't fall asleep as fast either.

I need to read up on more WILDing techniques because maybe I'm not doing it right and need more guidance. I hope to start having LDs from this journey soon because otherwise there are only consequences

Dream 1-- Gettin Girls with my Grandad

So it's me, my dad, my grandfather, and my grandmother. We are walking around some place that isn't distinct. There isn't much going on in this dream. Basically we walk the same path over and over, as if it's like a level in Mario that you keep playing until you win.

In this path, I find different girls every time and it's like I approach them really easily and casually, with confidence that they will just want to talk and we will get along. We talk for a little bit and then I bring the girl up to my dad at first. I say "Jeff, Sarah, Sarah, Jeff" they shake hands and then my dad makes the whole situation awkward. I have this feeling like I did the whole thing wrong that I if I could do it over again I would do it better.

Restart the level.

We are walking again and I see this really attractive blonde girl. I walk up to her and we start talking. I then bring her up to my dad and do the "Jeff, girl, girl, Jeff" routine. And the same thing happens. This time when I go through the sequence though, I notice that my grandfather is with us and could provide an alternative approach to the problem. It's like I'm in Ender's Game, where I keep replaying this level and trying new things.

Restart the level.

We are walking and I spot this amazing brunette. We start talking, and there isn't even anything going wrong when I talk to the girl. She and I are getting along really well and I'm like introducing her to my Grandfather just to seal the deal in a way. So I walk over to my granfather, and his face looks tanner and darker than usual. His teeth are more golden and it's like his face is almost blotting out the sun from the angle I'm looking at him. It's glorious and weird simultaneously. Anyway, I do the whole introduction but this time its "Mel..vin, girl, girl, Melvin." They shake hands and my grandfather starts teasing her and having a good time with her, it's great! He's the best wingman ever.

I think this represents how I see my dad/grandad in real life. My dad is socially awkward most of the time and doesn't handle conversations with attractive women very well. Instead, he will just gawk at them from afar and comment at how beautiful they are. My grandad, however, is the most social person ever. He will just talk to whoever is in front of him. I know he is cool and outgoing, and my subconscious obviously agrees! Awesome, now I have gathered some more information about how I feel.

Dream 2-- Playing Chess with the Wrestling Team

So, I used to play Chess. A lot. It was my main passion for about 2 or 3 years. I would go to tournaments and they would all follow basically the same format. There would be a bunch of people just spread out across a wide open room. They would set up a line of chess boards over these white tables, and there would be two chairs on either side. It was always the same.

In this dream, I'm playing chess against somebody I can't remember, but I'm 99% sure he was from my high school, which is a DreamSign I can't seem to remember to RC when I see!! He pulls out this black clock that has a little screen, and he obviously doesn't know how to use it or what the rules are. He tells me to set it for thirty minutes, so I set it for 20 each and tell him we will get 10 extra minutes at a certain time in the future. It didn't make sense at all, but he bought the excuse.

We start playing, and as we are playing, the pieces disappear. This reminds me of when I used to play mental chess, where you had no pieces on the board but you would just write down moves to double-check what move it was, etc. So, the dream seems to fast forward to this really weird position, where his king is in the corner. I can't tell where my pieces are or what to do, so I take a really long time thinking about the situation. I'm trying to checkmate him, but as I analyze the situation there doesn't seem to be a move.

I look over at the clock and I have 11 seconds, so I immediately make a move that wasn't thought out. Suddenly we move to differently table and the pieces reappear. My opponent then takes one of my pieces, but the move was totally illegal. I call him out on it and it doesn't understand so I stop the clock, which hit zero on my time, raise my hand and call over a TD. This was classic procedure during a tournament.

The TD walks out of thin air, and happily listens to my request. The opponent moved one of my pieces and should be DQed or have to take his move back and I get more time. The TD says I'm right with a little laughter.

I look back and the chess set it gone. Instead, there are members of the wrestling team all sitting around in various spots along the table in front of me and on the right hand side of the room. Apparently they are serving dinner, and I know full well that I won't be having any somehow. As they each come out, one by one, with their plates we all comment on the size of their meal. All of these people are in my high school, which is my largest Dream Sign, GRR!! Alex Chuka, who isn't on the team, has a large pastrami sandwich and a bunch of mac n' cheese on his plate. Will Hicks, who also isn't on the team, has a lot of meat on his plate. There are more but I don't remember any specifically except this one baldish kid who was always really intense and didn't talk much. He got a moderate amount of food, and sat down right next to me.

The whole time I was jealous everyone got to ate but I was also adamant in not eating food and resisting the temptation. Maybe I'm thinking about how I had to cut weight when I was on the team or how I'm on a diet now, either way the whole self-restraint thing was brutal. I went Passive Observer at this point.

Dream Fragment 3-- Lower School Quizzes

So I'm back in Lower School, and I'm taking these quizzes that don't make any sense to me. I think this is the first dream I've ever had where I actually attempted to do math problems. I'm in lower school, but the quiz has Calculus questions on it, but I don't register that as weird. I'm taking the quiz and I get stuck on this one problem that has three options for answers.

I look at the problem, and back at the answers, and back and forth. As I keep switching, in hindsight I can see that the answers would change as I kept understanding the problem better and got a better idea for what the correct answer would be. One answer turned into something that was blantantly wrong, so I could stratch it off the list. The other answers remained possibilities, but I remember finally coming to an assured conclusion after maybe 3 minutes of trying to solve it.

I think this is a classic example of how text will shift and move when you look at it twice. I didn't pick up the dream sign though. I really need help figuring out how to actually notice my dream signs while I am dreaming! I can see them all afterwards, but that doesn't help!!

My dream recall was kinda shoddy tonight. I'm trying to do a WILD technique but when I wake up I can't fall back asleep for like an hour!! My roommate breathes really loud and there is the noise coming from the road right outside my dorm room. Either I need ear plugs or maybe I am just not completing the transition phase correctly. I'm going to read up on WILDing today.

Youtube-
Dreamt I made youtube videos on how to drum and play guitar, but someone stole one of my videos

Sex in the forest, and a haunted house?-
I was in the forest with a girl, (Sorry, no names ) We started making out, and we decided to do it right then and there. Then the scene changed to that of a haunted house, and we were still going at it . Then I was a detective who had just been saved by fox news. It seems I was trapped in the house for 10 years, and it was haunted. As I looked out the window the scene changed and I was in my bed, it was all a dream! I looked at the time and it was 10 AM, nuts, I have to get to school! I kept reminding myself that I had to write this all down in my DJ. When I managed to get to school it was time for my Worlds Religions Class and I talked to my teacher about my dreams, then I woke up.

I was at what was apparently KA's house. It was in some spacious basement. KE and KR were there. We were all hungry and looking for something to eat. I looked in the fridge and saw a cup of chocolate pudding. I really wanted it but didn't impose on it. Then KA was beside me, pulling out a jar of powdered mango pudding from the cupboard above.

"I don't like mango pudding... I hate mangoes!" I groaned.
"Well that's all we have."
"Can't I just find something else?"

I can't remember whether or not she said yes, but either way that chocolate pudding was mine. I grabbed it from the fridge and grabbed a spoon and peeled off the top sticker. It was some delicious stuff.

Eventually we ended up going upstairs and outside for some reason. It was a strange, almost barren and grey city. I remember going up to a concrete building.

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I was outside in some city. There was some girl dressed in black and pink. I was supposed to kiss her or something, but it never happened.

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I was with KR. He was going on the bus with me. We were supposed to make out with each other or something, but we didn't want to do it in public. We waited to get to a more secluded area with the bus. We were passing through a quiet neighbourhood, and I jumped out (didn't clue in to me that I just jumped right through the door, lmao). This caused me to wake up.

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I was at some random house. I think it was a camp of some sort; I was trying to figure out if I had forgotten anything. My mom was there at some point. Then it ended.

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

I'm taking some sort of computer certification test using Prometric's testing software. I get to the end of the test, and the software gives me a message saying that the computer hasn't been recording any of my answers after the first four or five, and there are only 4 minutes left on the test's countdown clock, so there's no time to go back and answer them again. The timer runs out, and the software gives me a big fat zero as a test score. Very distressed, I run down to the end of the row of computers where I'm sitting, which is in the center of a large, open room. There's a desk with another computer on it in a cubicle at the end of the row, with one teacher/supervisor sitting at the desk and another standing outside the cubicle. I tell the one standing outside the cubicle what happened, but I see that the one sitting at the desk has my green-and-white CompTIA ID card right there, with my picture on it and everything. That tells me that I must have passed the test; otherwise, they wouldn't have made an ID card for me.

Guy is there. I follow him into another room, where there is a big, black laser printer. He explains to me how sometimes, the test results get sent directly to the printer without being saved on the computer, and that's what happened to me. I say, “So I didn't just lose an hour and a half of work?” He says, “No.” [In the dream, I actually had the false memory of working on that test for the last hour and a half.]

Woke up at 11:55 P.M. (after having gone to bed at 10:20 P.M.) and was really surprised at how short a time I'd been asleep. I exclaimed, “That was only one cycle?! Wow!” That was a really long and detailed dream for a first cycle. I felt that this was a promising sign, and decided right then and there to try for a lucid dream later. (I'm supposed to be cycle-adjusting right now, but I was feeling impatient. Sorry.) I took some notes, then went back to sleep.

[Fragment] I'm interacting with all the characters from Inception this time. [I don't remember anything we did, except that] At one point, a bunch of us are sitting around a dark wood dining table, apparently in a restaurant.

[Fragment] I'm in House #2, upstairs, and I shoo a cat out of my bedroom. I know that it's already too late; it's been in the room long enough that I'm going to start having allergic reactions when I go into my room.

Woke up at 4:25 A.M., took down some more notes, then listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and did some MILDing. It worked.

I'm following my friend Sam K. and his girlfriend [who I can't identify as a specific person in this dream] through the entrance to a department store in a mall. There are other people in the store. I pass two different old men who are really tall and each have two sets of eyes right on top of each other, and are wearing two pairs of glasses on them. I think to myself, Those men must have an unusual deformity. Or I might be dreaming. I don't attain full lucidity or self-determination yet., though. [I didn't think to RC, either. D'oh.] I continue following Sam and his girlfriend. They start climbing a wide, white flight of stairs up to the second floor of the mall. I speak aloud to them, saying something along the lines of, “Guys! We could just take the elevator!” They either ignore me or just don't hear me.

Very short dreamskip. I'm on the second floor of the mall, looking up at a raised, square, brown section of the ceiling. I recognize it as the ceiling of the mall we used to go to all the time when I was a kid. [Which doesn't look at all like that in real life. Weird.] At that moment, I definitely know I'm dreaming, because I'm somewhere I wouldn't normally be in reality. I think to myself, F*** yeah. I'm here. [“Here,” in this case, meaning “in a dream,” not “at that particular mall.”]

I stop to take a good look around and touch things, to make sure the dream is stable so that I can explore it. [I'm learning to do this as a habit – yay!] I touch the carpet and look closely at the pattern on it. It's dark gray with little rectangular flecks of various colors on it in rows. I start walking around in the mall. Sam and his girlfriend are gone. This part of the second floor is the food court. I cross over the walkway that bridges one side of the mall and the other. There are white tables and chairs everywhere. One of the fast-food restaurants in the food court is an Orange Julius. I pass it, then turn around to listen and watch while somebody makes some kind of public announcement about something. [I don't remember what they said now.]

It occurs to me that since this is a dream, I can climb over the chairs and tables with impunity. I climb up onto a table, walk across it, step down onto a chair, then hop back down onto the floor. The impact feels lighter than it would have in real life. I say something like, “Sure enough, no one cares!” [Wow. That's quite a shift from the respectful attitude I had toward the DCs in my journal entry dated 05-Nov-2010. This worries me.]

I continue walking along through the food court, then think, Why am I just walking? I can fly. I can explore faster if I fly, too. So I start flying, going only a little faster than I'd been walking, and staying at about the same height above the floor of the mall as my eyes are when I'm standing up. [I'd never flown indoors or in front of DCs before, so it makes sense that I would be cautious about it.] There are two vaguely gangster-ish guys in front of me, one of whom says to me, “You're lookin' at me the wrong way.” I ignore them and fly right on past them. I head toward a row of glass-and-black-metal doors hung with dark red curtains. This is the entrance to another department store. Strangely, I find it difficult to fly toward them with any speed at all. It feels like trying to push one pole of a smaller magnet (me) toward the same pole of a much bigger magnet. I realize that it would be much easier going if I started flying backward, so I decide to release my deliberate control over my flying and let myself be pulled backward, just to see where I end up. The unknown force pulls me backward through the air very quickly. Much to my dismay, I wake up. I might have guessed that that was what would happen.

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Side notes:

I didn't wear my cardboard-square bracelet at all tonight, which suggests that it isn't the deciding factor in whether or not I succeed in inducing a lucid dream. It has to be either the MILD affirmations or the binaural beats file. (Or both; how do I know that the combination isn't more than the sum of its parts?)

A windy day:
I walk to a sandbox nearby the house where I live and notice that there is furniture standing here and also outside several houses. I find this a bit odd, because it is everywhere and not just outside ONE house. I also realize that it is rather windy this day, because two fabric seats blow out of what looks like some kind of heavy, wooden pulka. I wonder if I should chase after the flying seats and think that it is perhaps even my duty, but I then decide to leave it. After all, it is not my fault that someone has left something like that outside on a windy day... In the sandbox I find a large rubber ball with handles which you can sit on and bounce. I do this and I feel really happy. Afterwards I sit down on a swing and start swinging higher and higher, the way I used to when I was small. Apparently, I am able to swing higher than ever before due to the wind. When I get off the swing I notice that the wind has grown really, really strong and now even rips furniture to pieces, sending table legs and other parts of them flying in all directions. I find this rather cool. I then feel like using the rubber ball or the swing some more and therefore walk back towards them. However, when I do this I see that incredibly nosy, old woman looking at me through the window. I figure she will think I have gone nuts playing like a child and I feel uncomfortable and even a bit ashamed with her staring at me. I therefore leave the sandbox.

Yeti and the metallic leg decorations:
I am on a road near the forest. As I walk along the road I look to the left, into the forest. It is rather dark and a bit foggy in there and to my surprise I see a large, white creature move some distance away in there. I have some other people with me in the background and after looking at the creature for another moment I exclaim to them that it is Yeti (the snowman)! I feel a bit uneasy and even more so when Yeti turns around and starts walking in my direction. However, as he approaches he is shrinking and when he has reached me he is only about the same size as me. Now he is even looking fake somehow and I do not feel uneasy anymore, but just a bit confused. I then realize that it is only a human in a Yeti costume. The person removes the costume and I see that it is a girl in about my own age.

I notice that I am wearing some kind of cool, ornate, gold colored, metal decoration on my whole right leg. I think it looks awesome and I am also fascinated that it fits so perfectly and lets me move freely even though it is made of metal. I feel very proud over this decoration and show it to the others. Several times I tell them how awesome it is. After wandering to several different places which I only remember very vaguely, I and the others (including the yeti-girl) are in a large building with a large collection of different mirrors in all sizes and shapes, with all sorts of frames. I admire my leg decoration in one of those mirrors, still fascinated over it. I now notice that the yeti-girl, who is standing next to me, also looking into the large mirror in front of us, has a similar leg decoration herself. However, hers are darker, more compact (less patterns etc) and are put on in a different way. I think that her legs are probably a bit thicker than mine. After showing her several different kinds of mirrors in the house, which she seems fascinated about, we decide to try each other's leg decorations. She puts mine on without difficulty. However, my leg is too thick for hers. I feel a bit shocked, because I had been so certain her legs were thicker than mine. When looking at my legs in the mirror now I notice that my right one is much thinner than the left. I feel surprised at first, but then come to the conclusion that those leg decorations probably make the legs temporarily thinner.

11/14/2010
Fragment
Basically the same dream as the previous night, except it was a Black & Mild.
(I had been talking to my buddy Josh about how I quit smoking, last New Years Eve, yesterday. I told him about the dream on the 13th. Probably caused me to have it again, last night. Oh, well. As long as I don't go back to smoking in waking life (which I won't), I'm good!)

11/13/2010
Fragment
The only thing I remember is that I was sitting outside, talking to some people, and I bummed a cigarette. After lighting it, I took a few drags, and then said "wait, what the fuck am I doing??" I then threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

Dive bombing zombies
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left Brain)

I'm in a bar in my home town, hanging out with various people I know. I leave with Jason and Rosein, and Jason buys various sweets at the bar on the way out. Once outside, we're attacked by zombies and various other undead, vampires included.

That's enough to tip me off that I'm dreaming. I try to fly, levitate off the ground, begin to pick up a little speed, then lose it and slump back to the ground. I try again, this time with a running start, and I leap into the air like superman. Again I pick up a bit of speed, then begin to slump to the ground. So I arc my body so that I curve upwards, gaining height and speed. My flying finally sticks.

I don't do much with my lucidity other than dive bombing zombies. I fly at them and punch them in the head, fly off gaining height, and zoom in on the next zombie.



Fragments: Allin
I'm hanging out with Allin, even though we've sworn to fight each other. The weather is hot, and I spot a nice little curl in the rapids below us and want to go for a swim. I think it's awesome getting to swim this late in the fall. As we leave to go get changed into shorts, Allin asks me about the fight. I tell him it probably won't happen now that we're getting along. But he really wants to fight, in a friendly way. I think of the damage I could do to him, and think a friendly fight is a bad idea, but eventually agree to it anyways.



Fragments: Sherman
I'm riding in a yellow sports car with Sherman at the wheel when we spot a police cruiser up ahead getting ready to pull us over. We pull into a gas station with some horrible nonsensical plan to avoid them.