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Ok so I don't remember a lot, but I do remember some small details. I actually preformed telekinesis for the first time in one of my dreams. I saw a box, put my hand out, and it came to my hand. Another part was really cool. I looked at the bus driver, and in my head I thought "get on the bus" and he said it! The last part is weird. There was a guy, which I think is from Fairy Odd Parents (I forgot his name) that had a grey elevator. He went in, and I went in. There were people that looked like they were from that 9/11 attack. Man that dream was odd, I wish I remembered more....

I tried it last night as a WILD aid with success.
I'm a newbie and I had just 2 WILDs before, and this WILD was much more full fledged, and I didn't lose my awareness for a second.
(This is my second time of trying Galantamine + Choline. The first time was about a month ago and I failed and fell asleep, and I slept quite badly too)

I took 4mg Galantamine and 500mg Choline Bitartrate about 4:30 hours after going to sleep. I then attempted to do WILD.
I tried to do relaxation meditation, to stop the "voice in the head", the annoying thinking that distructs you. I was quite unsuccessful, so I gave up on relaxation after about 20 minutes and leaned on the side, and waited for HI.
After about 20 minutes I heard the most horrible screeching sound as if the very fabric of reality is being torn apart, and after I endured that I entered the dream.
The dream was very vivid, very clear and organized. Every once in a while I felt like I was waking up, and I didn't move so I can re-enter the dream, and I succeeded in re-entering the dream about 4 times. I don't know if it was false or real awakenings.
All together the dream ( or chained dreams ) were rather long, about an hour. I was very satisfied with the dream, but for my taste this dream was too normal and neat, I prefer more bizarre dreams. In this dream I was walking around in a city. I could think very clearly, and I remembered that I wanted just to look around and observe the dream-scape. I remembered someone ( I think billybob ) suggesting to focus on textures in order to make the dream more vivid and detailed, and I looked closely at the texture on my hand, the walls etc.

Side effects:
1) After waking for good from the dream, (which I decided to do because I had enough ), I was very awake, and couldn't go back to sleep ( and didn't want to go to sleep )
But that was fine because I lay there reviewing the dream for a while.
2) In the morning I fealt very slight 'heart-burn', and some hunger, which is unusual for me to feel in morning.
3) During the day ( now ) I feel more alert than usual, my sight is slightly different: kinda sprarkly and a little less focused, as if it was over-focused to a degree that you see a little less clearly. The same goes for my thoughts, they are a little too quick, in a way which makes the flow of thinking a little less continuous. It's literary feels as if each neuron in my brain is shooting too fast, and so the next neuron can't catch up fast enough to enable normal, relaxed thoughts. But these effects are quite subtle, and not a major problem.

If I will feel any other side effects during the day I will update.

I will now let the Galantamine clear out of my body, and may try again in about week, and report again.

Ok so I'm in an odd room. There's a liquid sitting on a counter. Shadow puts some in his mouth, and spits it out, and goes Super Shadow. I figured that you have to do that to go super. I was just me. I took some of that stuff, and I said CHAOS CONTROL! I was fast for a few seconds, then I went Super Sonic. I was going slow and I said "I don't know why but I'm going slow" And my voice sounded like Sonic's voice. Then I went super fast. I didn't fly like Super Sonic for some reason. Still, it is awesome to turn into Super Sonic.

Some fragments:

Driving a white pick-up truck frantically down a freeway trying to get away from a dinosaur. (giant raptor) It was gaining on me be I was coming to an overpass and hoping he would get stuck. It suddnely occured to me that I was being overly optimistic and that I could really die. Don't remember how I got out of that one.

Decided to get back together w/ D4. Felt happy, but worried I was making a mistake. He was always nice to me, I kept thinking.

In NM for a family gathering. I had to leave the next morning. I was at the pool hanging out with my Mom. I asked her which bathroom was hers (we were all staying at someone else's house?) so I could use her shampoo and stuff when I showered. There was a giant lizard/miniature dinosaur in the pool, perhaps two of them- slowly moving towards me no matter where I went. They werent aggressive but it was making me nervous because the were definitely following me. I showed Mom. Went inside to shower, wondering what time i had to leave the next day.

Awoke int he middle of the night and looked out of the window. There were lights in the sky and it was tinted pink, and fist-sized rocks were floating in clumps about 5 feet off of the ground. I told my little sis J who was in the room with me and I looked for my camera. By the time I got my camera outside, most to all of the rocks were not floating anymore. I tried to take pictures, but the camera only worked sometimes. The entire family came out. It started getting light and then began to snow. I saw the first flakes form in the sky and fall down in front of me. I continued to take pictures of the family, some turning out distorted, but neat-looking. Someone pointed out a squirrel across the street. My brother was interacting with it. I took a pic, it ran, and my bro ran after it. There was a tiny horse- maybe 2-3 inches long- lying in the dirt. My mom pointed it out and I tried to photograph it, but through the lens I saw 2 other horse-like creatures getting in my way so I couldnt see the tiny horse and someone mentioned that the larger ones were trying to eat the little one and I walked away without looking. I felt it was too late to save him, as others were looking and telling me what was going on. I decided that this wasnt what I came outside for and I was going back in.

October 18, 2010

Took G/C (1 pill) around 6am + 3 melissa pills (the lemon balm/l-theanine combo). Back to bed with a MILD mantra (this is a dream/nose pinch visual). Unfortunately, I didn't take a lot of notes between these dreams, so I really only remember the lucid bits.

I also forgot to meditate on any goals, so my LD's came out pretty randomly.

Trying to find my DG's (MILD)
I realized I was dreaming and walked away from whatever was happening. I remember running out the door and noticing I was naked, but I didn't care. I asked the dream, "Please take me to where Danny and Sterling are!" and flew. I remember seeing all black, but then a white light swirled around. Then everything went white. I wondered if I accidentally killed myself. I stopped to let everything stabilize, but then someone "woke" me up.

Back in bed, I was in SP. It cleared, and Roger was standing over me. He told me I needed to come hear this. I was about to find something fantastic, this had better be good :sad1: I followed him out into a room and saw a person with anime eyes. One eye was blue and one was red.

There was a girl at a table. She asked me if I wanted some juice, but I told her I would have some wine. This surprised her, but she got it for me. She addressed the room, saying she had information on finding Danny and Sterling. I woke up.

Walking down a street (DILD)
I was crossing a street on a winter day, walking my dog (the one that passed away, IRL). I got the inkling that it may be a dream, and I was about to shrug it off when I stopped myself. I actually didn't think about my dog, but I thought, "Well, if it's a dream, let's jump up and sit on this tree branch." I jumped up and reached the tree branch, feeling pretty satisfied with myself.

Fireballs (DILD)
Once I became lucid, I wasn't entirely sure what to do. I remembered a previous dream where I was trying to throw fireballs, but I couldn't create them. So, it's decided. I'm going to make some fireballs. I held out my hand, and pretended I could feel heat across my palm. It took a bit, but soon enough I saw a lovely little ball of fire form off my hand. A perfect sphere hovering just above it. I giggled happily and tossed it. I set something on fire, but I can't quite remember what. Some shrubbery, perhaps.

I realized though, that I'm going to need to conjure fireballs a lot faster than that, if I'm going to use them in battles. So I practiced conjuring and tossing fireballs. Unfortunately, I have extremely bad aim :sad1: I happened to be standing in a food court and I kept tossing them at people and hitting walls and such. But, they were conjuring a bit faster, so yayyyy!

Sailor Moon (Possibly a WILD, with a very short transition)
I was chatting with my former neighbour (a clairvoyant) about the first lucid dream that I had tonight, about being "woke up" in sleep paralysis. I realized how different I am now than when she knew me. Back then, I didn't get lucid very often, and I wasn't aware of the spiritual implications this could have. It saddened me, too, that it's hard to talk about with people in my waking life. And that the real person doesn't know I get lucid a few times a month, now.

However, in the front yard, there came a man, shrouded in black. He started up an attack, which I went to fend off. I decided to use my new fireballs. I threw a few, but my aim really, really sucks :sob: I decided to just hold my arm out where I wanted the ball to go, but then nothing would come out. Okay... what about psi-balls? Nothing. I sighed in defeat (of the lack of abilities, not of the fight). I shouted out the transformation phrase for Sailor Moon and transformed. I whipped out the moon stick, and the man freaked. I used the Moon Healing Escalation on him, and took care of him.

I noticed a cat... Luna! She turned into an older woman (guessing about mid-50's in age). I became really saddened though. She might be a real dreamer, but I won't know her in waking life. I may never know her. But in the dream, we are allies. I left without speaking to her. She tried to stop me, but I ignored her.

Later, at "home," she came bounding through the door, in cat form again. My mum asked me to get rid of her (not in a bad way, but we're all allergic to cats in the house). I told Luna as much, but then noticed she had some wounds. I cleaned her, then brought her to mum. I said I can't abandon an injured animal, so she'll stay in my room. Mum said it was fine.

I brought Luna to my room, and tucked her under the blankets. I asked her if she could breathe, and she nodded.

I cant remember what i was dreaming about before, had something to do with a lake, but anyway I was holding this cannonball in my hands and I realised i was dreaming. i was only slightly aware of it though and this thought just came through my head and i decided to wake up. i was suddenly in my bed in my room and it was nearly pitch black. I saw loads of images in only half a second, silhouettes of people, I can only remember the last one clearly, it was an eye. I raised my arm without wanting to and my hand had a yellow glow. my blankets wriggled around me and the speed of my breathing changed. I slowly began to feel my closed eyelids, I opened them and I was in my bed. I couldnt get back to sleep for the next 2 hours as i was totally freaked out.

This has happened to me before, i notice the beginnings of a nightmare and i realise I am in bed and blocked by SP, I try to move and i break out of it with a horrible rushing sound. This time it was more interesting and also a lot scarier.

Good morning

(I think this is a single dream, because I can't remember waking up at any time. Usually I do remember waking up between dreams.)

I was with a woman about my age. She was my friend. I had helped her out with some kind of work, possibly homework. Now I was walking with her into her workplace.

She took me around the building. The buidling she worked in was some kind of official building, and access to it was somewhat restricted. I had always wanted to see inside. Since I had helped her with her work, my friend took me on a private tour.

We got to some wall-sized window that was as wide as a hallway. It looked out across a small courtyard and across to another wall of the building. It was late afternoon, and the windows on the opposite wall were orange with sunset.

I knelt down, possibly to write something in a notebook. But I soon realized that my friend had to get to work. She had been kind enough to show me around, I thought, and I shouldn't take up any more of her time.

We walked to a big, black-stone, triangular front desk in a huge, glass-walled lobby. My friend worked here as something like a security guard.

I now walked toward the doors, through a moderately busy crowd of business people.

I was outside the building. It may have been early afternoon. The light was a dimmish grey-blue in the shade of the building.

I was waiting for a friend. Now I saw her. She looked like my old friend P. She may have been walking with a tall, handsome, blonde businessman.

My friend and I started talking. We walked into a building adjacent to the one I had just left. The lobby of this building was huge as well, but without any windows. The fluorescent light made everything look a little greenish and dirty.

To my left I saw one of my old co-workers, MD, walking past. I went to catch up and say hi. But when I got up to the person, he turned out to be someone completely different. I greeted him anyway. He said I was confused and walked on.

I went back to my friend and told her that MD always did stuff like that, pretending to be somebody else. I laughed a little.

I was now in a cafeteria. I sat in a small, booth-style seat. A line of people behind my seat, running along the food-serving counter, just kept getting longer and longer. It didn't seem like anybody was getting served.

I heard some man and woman in line talking about a movie called Schizophrenia. I got excited, thinking I recognized the movie. I went to the man and woman and asked, "Were you just talking about Schizophrenia, the movie by Dario Argento?"

(I think I meant the movie Suspiria.)

The man and woman just stared at me blankly, as if they didn't know how to respond, and they didn't want to speak to me, while they also didn't want to be rude. I felt ashamed, so I walked away.

As I was thinking of leaving the cafeteria altogether, a man called out to me, "Hey! You like to movie Schizophrenia?"

I said, "Yeah."

I turned to the man, who was leaning on a trashcan. He was tall, pale, with jaw-length, greying brown hair and a broad face. He wore a tan jacket.

The man started telling me how insane it was to work on the set of the film. He said that people stayed in character all the time. So sometimes you had these disgusting zombies all over the place. It was almost like a horror film itself.

I laughed and said, "I guess it's like those Day of the Dead movies." I lifted up my right leg and scratched it. I pulled up my sock. I felt a little embarrassed having mentioned Day of the Dead. I didn't know if that was a movie that people who liked Schizophrenia thought was cool.

I now had a vision of blue human figures roiling about in tan gravel. It was very disturbing. I thought, This is what the man must have seen.

I was now with a group of friends. We were heading into a McDonalds that was on the second floor of a building. The McDonalds was dark and empty (it was late at night).

I stood at the register with one of my old co-workers, L, who is tall, pale, and overweight. We waited at the register, but no workers came to serve us.

Larry started saying something about this being just the kind of thing you can expect when you're dealing with labor unions. He then stopped himself and said, "I better not say that too loud. They're liable not to serve us. Or they're liable to harm us in some way for talking bad about them."

I thought, wouldn't it be funny if you had to serve yourself at this McDonalds? If that was how bad things had gotten?

I imagined myself in this empty McDonalds, going into the back area and fixinjg all my food. Then I would pay a computerized register for everything.

We seemed now to be driving away from the McDonalds. But I was still imagining things. I imagined that things had gotten so bad that you couldn't even cook your food at the McDonalds anymore. You just had to eat it ice cold.

I could see a frozen Egg McMuffin as part of an ad. Apparently, the ad was trying to make eating frozen-solid food sound desirable, trying to trick everybody into not realizing McDonalds just didn't want to cook their food anymore.

I was now in the bedroom of a big house. I was on a top floor. The walls were brick. I was getting ready for bed.

A woman had told me, before I'd gone into the room, that there was a group of something like fundamentalist Christians on the loose. If they caught you doing anything non-normal, they'd kill you. They could sneak into your bedroom, too.

I pulled all the blankets down on the bed, revealing light-green sheets. I figured I'd lay on the sheets, not under the blankets, and with my head at the foot of the bed. I wouldn't read anything, because reading was considered non-normal. And I would try to keep perfectly still. This way nobody would think I was doing something non-normal. But if they decided to attack me, I also wouldn't be encumbered by my blankets.

My light was still on when I lay down. I heard a sudden laugh from outside my door and down the hall. It sounded like my old friend D laughing and flirting with a girl.

I stood up to go see what was going on. In my mind's eye I could see a yellow latex glove.

I was now outside, in some backyard area at night. It was snowing, and the snow was about six inches deep on the ground. A woman had told me before I'd come out here not to venture outside, because the severe weather conditions would kill me. Now I hoped she wouldn't discover I'd been outside and punish me.

I walked into a small, wooden, shed-like house. The door was wide open. My friend D was inside, lying on his bed, which was near the door. The room was cluttered, but in a comfortable way.

D told me he was going to venture outside. I thought that was a dangerous idea, as the woman might punish us if we went back outside. But D went anyway.

I looked out into the severe conditions (which weren't very severe now -- it wasn't snowing, and the snow on the ground was mostly melted). A few moments later, I'd realized that D had gotten into a dangerous situation.

I rushed outside to help him. He had fallen into a narrow hole just as wide as, and a bit taller than, a human being. D had been in the hole so long in these severe conditions that he was now frozen solid!

I rushed to help him out of the hole. I might have had the help of a woman. D was now a woman. She was tall, with deep-copper skin and long, black hair. She had a slightly large, soft belly and big breasts.

I hugged the woman, crying because I'd thought she'd died.

I stood back from the woman. We were in the desert, with sagebrush all around us. The woman was wearing a horizontal striped shirt of purple, yellow, and black, and a pair of pale blue jeans. I wondered why I was so attracted to this woman. She didn't seem so attractive to me. But I was just so happy to see her alive that I again hugged her and cried deeply.

I was now on the second floor of some building, in an area that looked like a small school cafeteria. I either was Jaden Smith or I was watching a movie in which Jaden Smith played a boy who had been homeless but was now living in a shelter.

The boy ended up needing to save somebody. So I/he decided I/he would. It involved some act like going into a room and shoving either his/my head or whole body into water.

When I did this, I woke up laying face-down in the sand in a box canyon in the desert. I figured I must have done something wrong, because I had no idea where I was.

I looked to my left. I saw the woman I had saved. Behind and beyond her, on either side of the box canyon, were women standing against the walls (which were pretty sheer, and a sun-baked brown). The women were dressed in shimmery, Ancient Egyptian style dressed. They also had wings. They would lift their wings (and arms?) slowly up and then slide them slowly down.

I figured that since something like this was going on, I must have done the right thing. I at first lay back down on the (cool? moist?) sand. But then I got up and started walking through the desert.

Only a small distance away was a small park. It looked like a normal city park: trees, lawn, shade. It didn't look like a desert at all.

I walked up to a group of people who were having a picnic. There was a man in the family who was nitpicking everybody. Finally he may have walked away.

I was in the backseat of a minivan. My dad had driven me and my brother somewhere, possibly to the airport. He let us out. My brother, in the front seat, said goodbye to my dad and went into the building.

I opened the back door, told my dad goodbye, and got out. I could tell my dad was disappointed and a little angry that I hadn't said more to him. It had been so long since I'd seen him. Now I was leaving with few words.

So I got back in the van and said something nice to my dad. He reached back and hugged me.

We got out of the van, which may now have been a car. We went back to the trunk.

I now hugged my dad even more and started crying. I apologized for not being around when my aunt died. I felt horrible. My dad handed me a sheet of paper. Typed on both sides of it were small paragraphs talking about all the ways in which I'd failed my family. At the top of the second side was a paragraph mentioning my not being around when my aunt died. I couldn't read anything very well because I was crying so much.

The piece of paper eventually became a magazine and then something like an online news program. The show I was watching was about the top 10 crimes of the year.

One crime was a person who had killed a police woman when she went to address a 911 call at a house. I now saw a video. It turned out that four family members and the cop had been killed. The video showed the four family members' bodies lying in a field of gravel and patchy grass. The bodies were laid two-by-two. The heads of the one pair were placed against the heads of the other pair, so that the feet faced in opposite directions.

The woman officer had been found buried. The video showed the officer's body unburied, curled up, and covered in dirt.

The video now did all kinds of strange panning moves, as if the camera were all alone in the field, floating around and filming the bodies in an experimental-film kind of way.

I now heard the narrator (?) mention the next crime. My view changed into a tall, pale man wearing a grey sweater and grey cap. He had shaggy hair and a shaggy beard and glasses.

The narrator mentioned that the man was owner of a fetish bookstore. He had molested and killed a number of little girls. The narrator listed his crimes, which ranged from some terrible stuff down to "blocking people with his legs so they couldn't go anywhere."

I saw a view of the man in something that looked like a school hallway, heading into a restroom.

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 8/10
Length: 10 Min.

I was in class and I was writing something down. Then I got up and tried to push up on the corner of the desk making it tip over. Instead, another top part of a table came out. So I looked at it for a minute and thought "wow, that's weird. I wonder if I could do it again." So I did it again. Then a little chime that was on a violin came on. I started screwing with the desks while I was saying "this is a dream, you can do anything!" So I did that for a while, turned around and saw Alisha. I thought "let's try sex again." So I did. I got into a conversation with her. I imagined her naked (in a tight body) and tried not to look. I told her to sit on my lap. So she did. I could feel her vagina. So we talked for a couple more minutes and then she got up, walked about 5 feet away, and stood there. I asked her to come here but she wouldn't. So I said "never mind" while running in the opposite direction. I was in a small grassy field with a wall of vines next to it. I ran through while dogs ran past me. They quickly turned around and tried to get me. I was on a beach and saw a bunch of buildings. So I jumped in the air and flew. The camera showed the dogs all pissed off, hitting the water. So back to me and flying. I was flying trying to make the dream more stable by being more aware. I concentrated on everything. Making it more detailed. Through out the land it was mostly trees. The buildings that I saw were grey with a bunch of bushes on them. So I was in the center of this city still flying and almost fell. I said to my self "you gotta make it more interesting" and I flew faster. So fast that when I flew near the ground I almost hit it. But instead of hitting the ground, I went past all the 2D towers next to me. So I flew up and to the right, back to the city. I got the hang of flying then. I saw a bunch of ladders and a corner of the deserted building. There were little black-red things on it. So I landed next to one and squished it with my hand. Feeling powerful, I walked down this narrow walkway until I found this one part of the building that had like 6 or 7 batteries for the little black-red things and some how I destroyed them with my mind. Then I heard someone say "mission accomplished" and I slowly woke up. I obviously tried to DEILD but failed.

I remember 2 dreams from last night.

The first wasn't particularly memorable, though I did manage to wake up and write it down. It was still dark at the time.

The second was a lengthy "frustration" dream. I have started classifying certain dreams as "frustration dreams" because that's what they're about.. situations in which I can't do whatever I'm trying to do. I try and try and try, and get thwarted no matter what I do. Well, this dream was extra lengthy and varied in the ways it frustrated my dream self, and it was a pretty lousy way to wake up. I must have been dreaming for the last hour of an 8-hour period. Luckily I was able to go back to sleep for another 2 hours and sleep off the crappy mood.

I believe the frustration dreams echo the deep frustration I have experienced during the past year (in my waking life).

Anyway, on the plus side, I did wake up and write down both dreams, so that was good paper-dream-journal practice.

I was on the edge of lucidity during the first dream, but wasn't quite there. Maybe tonight.

i was running me and him noone could see us we were invisible to the outside world. we didnt look back at our lives we were just looking forward on how we were going to handle what we were about to face, cause deep in my stomach i could feel that i was going to leave everything, nothing to keep nothing to call mine, we slowed down to a stop and bent over panting gasping for air. then i saw it the biggest monster in the world you couldnt do anything but stop and stare. i could see my reflection in his eyes, i could see all his pain and suffering, and i thought to myself about how could someone be that mean, then i glanced over at him, the boy i was running with, he had the same pained look in his eye, who could be that mean, me. then i jolted awake sweating.

I am in a colorful, brightly lit house with winding hallways and lots of old furniture. I am looking for a checkers board that the kid from The Sixth Sense left behind when he was at this house earlier. For some reason it is very important for both me and the kid that I retrieve the checkers board and give it back to him. I walk into this circular bedroom with several entrances to it, and I look under the bed and see the checkers board with checkers pieces scattered around it. I gather up the checker board and pieces, and when I turn towards an entrance, I see about ten, foot-tall evil dolls that are standing in the doorway and staring at me. I am obviously terrified because I know that they are bent on my destruction, but I gather my courage and run through them. They claw my legs as I do so, but I make it past them and exit through a backdoor of the house. I am now in a beautiful, expansive garden behind the house, and my fear disappears. I start walking down random dirt trails through this humungous garden. I notice that in the bottom right corner of my vision, there is a GPS screen that shows a triangle for me and the various paths of the garden. I go down a path that branches out from the main path and it leads me to this small, colorful house the size of a shed. I remember growing up in this house at one point in my life, so I want to revisit my memories and see the inside of it. I open the door, and then I see a three-foot tall, grotesque clown doll emerge from behind the curtains from which it was hiding. It gives a menacing laugh. I bolt away from this house and don't stop running until I reach the parking lot where I parked my car. I get in it, peel out of the parking lot, and speed down the highway. On either side of the highway, there are cornfields and tree lines that separate the fields and run perpendicular to the highway. Three police cars come zooming up from behind me, and I notice that they are being driven by the evil dolls (somehow). Two of them accelerate and get in front of my car in order to box me in. I ram into the side of the police car to my front left, and it loses control and drives into a ditch on the side of the road. I swiftly do the same thing to the remaining two evil dolls, and I think to myself, "That was easy". But suddenly, an evil doll driving a massive combine emerges from a cornfield on the right side of the highway. Although it is a combine, it maintains the same speed that I am driving as it chases me (I am driving about 70 mph). In an attempt to lose my pursuer, I veer left and into the cornfield, but the evil doll in the combine follows me into the field. I drive towards the tree line, in hopes that I will drive through the trees while the combine will just crash into the trees because of its size. I make it through the tree line, and when the combine hits the tree line, it simply knocks down the trees in its path and continues to pursue me in the next field. I hear the evil doll shout at me, "I'll kill you eventually! It's only a matter of time!". The combine accelerates and gets in front of me, and is about to turn so that I crash into the side of it. However, I turn sharply to the right and drive around it. Since the combine takes awhile to turn, I am able to lose my pursuer and I get back onto the highway without the evil doll chasing me anymore.

I Wanna Be Forever Young

I was pretty much director of music at a musical performance that we had going. We were in a giant white circus tent and in between scenes, the pep band would play different songs. I had transcribed a song that I wanted them to play, "Black and Gold to the Superbowl" and was waiting for the OK to play that. I snuck around so that I could watch a little bit of the play and when I could see on stage there was a fat ugly lady who was blue and had a horrible chin. I remember the chin was especially bad. Someone behind me said they couldn't wait til the scene with the lesbian knife fight. Apparently this was a popular musical in the World. I hope that the fat lady is in make up because of her chin and I agree with the anticipation for the cat fight. I walk out of the tent and make my way back to the band stand when parents stop me and tell me that they enjoy the job I'm doing. I thank them. Almost back, Adam runs up to me and at the same time a loud blaring alarm goes off. He says that something electric had exploded and caused a fire in the tent. Suddenly everything I see bursts into flames and I watch the sky go red. We ran through the flames trying to get to a clear place but the giant circus tent was surrounded by a high chain link fence. We find at one of the fences, a small kids play ground I say that we can climb on this and then use it to jump to the other side. I show an example by jumping off the side but not jumping over the fence. He tries it and hurts his leg. I climb back on top of the playground and find a place where the fence is bent so that we could crawl through but it was in a small gap in the playground. We're crawling through and we both sorta have a hard time to it. He starts crying and the sky gets a little less red and acoustic guitar music is in the background. He started bawling about how life was easier when we were younger. A singer accompanies the music in the background that was sorta a rip of Forever Young. I start crying too and we lay there probably soon to be dead.

Well, I thought I was going to be able to write something when I woke up; but whatever it was, it wasn't interesting enough to remember long enough to write it down. I am popping over to the plus side though with this one point entry...

+1

Kaomea 1

Something about me and Asuka doing something funny and silly in a dream for kaomea. Can't remember what it was except for the fact that Kaomea was very pleased.

Kaomea 2

I wasin bed or something. and Kaomea changed into a big black woman. and tens he said "There, Now it's easier for me to move around with you." doesn't leave much to the imagination does it?

Fuckin drunks

i'm walkin in a town somewhere and some kids hand me a bottle of Captain Morgan. They start yelling "Chug." I think I hate getting drunk so I take a swig just to shut them up. I keep walking.

Slides

I remember being with Jaas and Haley at some water slides. When I was going down one I was afraid of crashing so I held my hands on the sides to slow me down. didn't work I went super fast anyway. It was fun.

guitar

i'm walking around in some house while Playing som dude's gibson guitar. I was only supposed to play it for a few minutes but i kept playing for longer.

Walking around town.

another dream of walking around in a familiar dream town. Remember going to some bar for a meal and karaoke. Someone was suggesting that I check out the other bar which had better karaoke. This was a really long dream.. but i guess most of the other details are lost since it was really boring.

So I was in this forest. It was all gray and gloomy looking. In a clearing in the forest were a bunch of stone huts. They were tall enough to walk in but you would have had to slouch to fit. It was spacious.
I was talking to a friend, I'll call him Spencer for privacy's sake. He was the leader of a Clan or Tribe. I was in it. We all lived in the huts. Well, we were talking and he gave me a direct order. I forgot what he wanted me to do. But I refused. You see, in this dream Spencer was cold and cruel (in real life he's sweet and charming) and he didn't like being opposed.
I guess either he wasn't one to risk an open fight or I wasn't worth his time. Either way, Spencer waited until I was turned to attack from behind. He had claws for some reason, and he pressed them against my throat. I guess he was meaning to kill me, or scare me into obedience. I woke up then, but I still felt his claws, and I could feel his arm pinning me to the bed. He was breathing against my neck, and a feeling of intense icy fear swept over me. I couldn't move for what seemed like ages. Finally I came to consciousness.
Later I learned this was Sleep Paralysis.