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I dreamed I was riding the bus and missed my stop. The next bus stop was miles away, and it started to rain. I was thinking about how I'd have to walk all the way back to my stop (the train station) in pouring rain. Then the bus turned around and started heading back, although the driver didn't explain why. I think I may have been unknowingly exerting control over the dream, since the bus took me to my destination and let me off there, and it had stopped raining.

I dreamed about a cop who looked a little like one of the people I work with (but not really), and he was harassing a woman about her ID card. She'd had her ID stolen, and it was a tribal ID, and the cop was giving her trouble over it not being a valid ID while both of us argued with him that it was. I was particularly irritated since the person that the cop reminded me with would never be such a jerk. Eventually, we convinced him, and he recovered the ID, which had been discarded in a parking lot.

I kept waking up and dozing because I was cold. I finally woke up completely and put a warmer shirt on and turned the thermostat up. I tried some visualization exercises, but fell back asleep.

I don't remember much about my dream, but someone was throwing a party, and there were 3 rooms, and each had a different activity in it. One of them was scrabble, but they were using 5 scrabble boards all at once, and people would keep letters they "won" by spelling words with them. One guy had won a lot of letter tiles and had built a tiny tile city out of them. I recall there being furniture in the room in the most awkward places, like a desk that was just sitting in the middle of the room.

I wake up, back to sleep, again visualizations. I'm frustrated because they haven't been working well the past 2 nights.

I dream that I am eating an apple, and it is delicious. It's huge, the size of a grapefruit. It's soft and juicy, and it's purple inside. I somehow know I am in an alternate dimension on an alien planet, and wonder if the seeds will grow new apple trees if I discard or plant them here. I try to convince another dream character (a recurring character, sort of a witch or sorceress) that she ought to eat some of the apple.

Wake up. Lie on my back and try to relax. I'm making some progress with visualizations and then I snore and startle myself. Ooops. Back to square one. Ok, time to turn on my side so I don't snore again.

I'm visualizing and dozing off and bitching to the wizard-cat (another recurring DC) that I'm frustrated with how things are going this morning. We are both drinking coffee out of mugs. I figure that maybe if I hold a conversation, it'll help draw me in. It's actually starting to work, detail is starting to creep into things (but it's still all very hazy and not at all real or anywhere near a dream). I sniff my coffee but instead of smelling like coffee, it smells spicy-sweet. Suddenly, out of nowhere, instead of the dream gently forming around me I'm fully lucid and the mug is completely real. It startles me so badly that I drop the mug and wake up.

There's a weird interlude before I fully wake up where I'm trying to find my arms and they're invisible. I know I'm dreaming, but at the same time I'm not sure, and I'm also half awake, so it's more like a weird semi-OBE than a lucid dream. I finally manage to actually move my arm and wake myself up.

Naturally, I'm irritated. I sigh and work on visualizations again. I explore an imaginary room. I'm in the great room of the cottage near the fireplace when I start to slowly ease into sleep. I'm sitting in front of the fireplace, wondering why there's a fire going and logs in the fireplace, but there's no pile of wood. I reach behind myself, produce some logs, and set them in the bin next to the fireplace. There's suddenly a desk in the middle of the room, the one from the scrabble dream, for pretty much no reason at all. Unfortunately, I lapse into unawareess.

After a gap in time I'm on a bus. I realize that it's almost a completely fully formed dream, but it's so thin and I'm so close to being awake that if I make the "push" that I need to make it super-real (i.e. feel like reality rather than a super vivid visualization) I will probably wake myself up. It's all very flat, like watching a scene rather than being in it. There is another DC there, a sorceress, but she flickers and turns into the warlock character (recurring DC). He is a smart-ass but generally helpful when it comes to gaining lucidity. The bus flickers and fades. I wake up and doze. I am now in some sort of weird geometric environment. Everything is made of white square tiles but it's also like something out of Escher. Warlock DC is there with me, silently walking with me through the scenery. Again, it is close to clarity but not really "there". Instead of trying to brute-force it and try to push through the membrane of the dream all at once to bring it into full focus, I dive to the ground and start running my hands and face on the carpet (that wasn't there a moment ago). I can't make anything focus or make it clear, the sensation is a lot like being really drunk. I go through a door and try to will a scene change even if the dream's not fully formed, hoping it will be easier that way. The room only half-changes, and everything is still white. I rub my hands together, hoping to make things more vivid, but it doesn't really do anything. I get frustrated and wake up.

This is the second of three lucid dreams from this morning.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #164: Mountain Bus Ride

I’m seated on a bus, taking a trip along a beautiful, winding mountain road. There’s a girl of maybe 12 or 13 seated a few rows in front of me and she looks straight back, giving me a look that says, What are you doing here? I realize that I’m dreaming.

I stand up, grabbing the back of one of the seats. I rub my hands over it and the dream responds by becoming more vivid and immersive. I look to my right and see an attractive woman in her late 20s with an out-of-control head of curly, wild red hair seemingly pouring in every direction. Was she in the seat next to me? I don’t remember her. I have the impulse to approach her and make out with her but manage to stay focused.

I walk out into the aisle and grasp the seats with both hands. I join all of the other passengers in looking out the left window, catching a view of a beautiful green valley dotted with trees. The sun is low but hasn’t quite set yet and the lighting looks amazing. I’m so taken with what I see that I decide to just stop and enjoy the view for a while.

After staring out the window for perhaps two minutes or so, I decide to advance along the bus a bit and think about what I want to do. As I move forward, the seats sort of close together, blocking my path. Now the aisle has moved to my left, so I try to move that way to catch it. But once I do, it seems to shift again. I start feeling frustrated by all this and move to crawl over the seats, but the dream ends.

Original journal entry dated May 22, 2002:

It didn't really start out as a nightmare, it started out as a dream that I was playing Dungeons and Dragons like my friends, and it was a normal session except for the fact that we would literally become our characters. And the fact that the campaign took place on the actual campus, not in a far off fantasy world. This was a whole dream in and of itself.

It then phased into the next dream in this manner:
When we were done playing, we cleaned our stuff up, packed it away, etc. I asked for a ride home but nobody wanted to give me one, although M offered to drop me off at the closest bus-stop. Unfortunately, it wasn't the bus-stop that I needed to be at, which was a mile down and across the freeway. So I started walking down the side of the freeway, which wasn't there at first, but then there were walls along the edge of the road and I had to walk IN the road, inching along with my back pressed to the wall, while tons of cars barreled by. I managed to get across the freeway when I realized that I had miscalculated and overshot the place where the bus-stop was, so I had to go back. As I was going back, I found myself stumbling along a gravel embankment at the edge of the road, and the way that the wall and embankment were arranged, I had to walk away from the actual road and into a sort of hollow near the freeway pillars and supporting structures... all of the sudden, it got way too foggy for me to see, and I wandered blindly until I suddenly felt incredibly cold, clammy hands all over me, and then I passed out...

...when I woke up, I was blind, but I was in a warm bed and a house, and people were talking to me. There were 3 voices - one was a fatherly voice, conjuring up in my head the image of a man smoking a pipe. The second was a daughter-ish voice, that of a young girl. She spent a lot of time talking to me and stuff. The last one scared me, it was a mother-ish voice, but instead of conjuring up a motherly image in my head it conjured up the image of something rather like a medusa (I'm talking mythology, not squid, here). They took care of me and talked to me, but they never touched me. In my dream I think I was an orphan so I guess I finally had a family. I always refered to the fatherly figure as "father", the sisterly one as "sister", but didn't refer to the motherly figure as anything at all. I kept asking them when I would be well, when any important events would happen, when I would be able to go back... they told me, one day, that in a day they were going to go somewhere, and asked me whether or not I wanted to go with - I could go tomorrow, or in a week. I told them tomorrow, and asked them where we were going to go and what we were going to do. They responded, "Tomorrow they will uncover us." As I vaguely began to wonder if my caretakers were something other than... well, alive or human... back in real life, D knocked on my door, and the dream abruptly ended.

So then I managed to get back to sleep, but this time my dream was different, it was about the dorms only the design had changed (for one, they were nicer and the foliage was more lush, the landscape was prettier). There were some design flaws in the dorms, one of them was that in order to reach their own patio the next-door dorm had to cross ours. So there was a debate as to whether or not they also got to use and put their stuff on the half of our patio that they had to cross to get to their own. Then there was some stuff about mom and screen-names, and a bunch of random stuff, one thing of which included a mural with different descriptive name-bubbles that you could choose to put next to the objects depicted in the mural. The Mural of the Week was one with dinosaurs, and for some reason they didn't look sad but they were crying, and some of the word bubbles were pretty silly.

07.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Estava em um ônibus, sentado com a Ju do meu lado. Ela reparava em um cara com cara de drogado atrás da gente, e chegava a dizer isso. Eu olhava e via o Hermes de cabelo curto. O ônibus estava na ponte sentido Piratininga.

04.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em uma grande reunião de irmãos da CCB. Olhava para cima e via o céu mais estrelado da minha vida. Saía para tentar mostrar pra minha esposa e me perdia. Acabava nos fundos da casa da minha tia Regina, trancado. A escada dos fundos estava faltando os últimos degraus, então eu saí me pendurando. Saía pela frente da casa e via que havia alguém no quarto, e a luz estava acesa. No portão encontrei uma irmã de saia jeans longa, blusinha rosa claro, cabelo preso, por volta de 40-50 anos, e seu marido dizendo que o bairro é perigoso, e se alguém me vir pulando o muro pode estranhar. Saía da casa e era abordado por 2 homens em uma moto que tentavam me matar. Eu fugia me jogando em uma grande ladeira parecida com um escorregador. Pegava um ônibus com um motorista louco que quase batia em tudo. Tinha uma criança sentada do meu lado conversando com a mãe sobre o seu aniversário e as bexigas da festa que farão.

I dream I'm on a bus going to a rundown mining town. The bus is relatively unremarkable, as most buses are wont to be. The seats are a little uncomfortable, and at various points, the interior resembles the cheap seats in an airplane; so now I'm cranky (both in my dream and also right now) because context: I'm going on a work-related trip to Buttfuck, Nowhere via bus, and I'm NOT looking forward to any of it at all.

ANYWAYS, the bus breaks down, and I have to go out and push. I'm able to push the tour bus by myself, meaning a) Brah, I'm totes burly! and b) Thanks for the help, everyone else on the bus. I'm also able to take in my surroundings at this time: The landscape is a desert landscape, with sun-blistered rocks and a whole lot of nothing. It reminds me of the mining town in Tremors, and wouldn't you know it, I'm now being chased by those desert worm things.

Now, the worm is coming at me at the speed of a pissed-off badger, while I'm inching along at the speed equivalent of, oh, I don't know, a guy who is pushing a bus by himself. Yet somehow, I manage to keep ahead. But eventually, I grow tired of this supposed "chase," and I turn around and kick the worm as it emerges from the ground. There was a brief moment of doubt where I was thinking "do I really want to stick my foot into its ugly maw?" That doubt disappeared when I soccer-kicked it into the sky. The dream fades, but my ego does not.

I next dream of being in the music video of Coma from Guns N' Roses. I am unaware if an official video exists, but in my version, it's just trippy lights that pulsate to a pleasant heartbeat rhythm. It's actually quite soothing. Weird thing is, I have no proof that I'm in the music video except for Dream Knowledge, but otherwise there really isn't any particular sign. This goes on for a while and eventually just fades.

The last dream I can remember has me in an amusement park at night. They are closing, and I'm trying to get to the exit. As I pass by the Merry-Go-Round, I get a thought along the lines of "hey, this is like the opening to that Silent Hill game," and my brain makes the executive decision to go "YEAH! I'm gonna freak you the fuck out!"

And just like that, I'm in the Silent Hill world. Well, shit. The dream fades pretty quickly after that, so I never encountered any of the horrible abominations that I knew were lurking around; but I was still feeling apprehensive the whole time. Dream Knowledge ALSO tells me that these monsters, had I been able to approach them without being noticed, has singing and dancing scripted into their AI behavior.

I'm in a school bus, and I think I'm back in middle school now. The bus is taking me home, only somehow we are driving around in a relatively rural area (i.e. country roads, crooked power lines, people driving pickup trucks if there were other trucks, etc.). I missed my stop a long time ago, but I'm not particularly concerned. A lot of the jerk kids I remember back in school were on the same bus, and as we get further and further into the rural areas, I kept thinking, "oh, you live in the middle of nowhere? No wonder you are such an ass." All apologies to people who live in rural areas.

At one point, I begin having a conversation with my old friend K. We were talking about careers, and he was telling me about a nice internship that works outside, gets in touch with the environment, and works with animals (all things I actually do love), but I catch on and say "wait, you want me to be a farmer?" K had a you-caught-me grin. So, to recap, my subconscious is insulting both rural and farming areas now.

We come across the side of a road, and there appears to be this Reality TV/Small Claims Court Election going on between a family. I don't know what the argument is, but it's a family of five, and the mother is suing the father over something while the host explains. The verdict is passed down in a really convoluted manner, like "we find the defendant being accused by the prosecution of the case to be correct in the blah blah blah," so everyone takes a brief second before registering that the father won. The rest of the family politely claps their hands, but the mother is visibly distraught. She approaches the host, but the host seems to reject her, telling her "I'm sorry, but you are only 15-inches tall," "and a soon to be divorced woman," she responds sadly. And yes, it's only about this time I realize the family are all tiny, and they are lined up each in their own tiny kennels.

Dream two gets bad. I'm in a mall plaza, near a large cell-phone kiosk like AT&T or some other large brand. A tall man and I have an intricate plan to rob someone that somehow involves me pretending to also be robbed at the same time. I look in my wallet, and I have a $1000 bill (Um... what?), so of course the plan goes awry and my partner decides to keep the money for himself. I got really angry, but before I could do anything, your stereotypical mall cop appears. I explain the situation (basically admitting our plan). The mall cop thinks for a second and says "I know what to do," then shoots my partner in the head with a gun. And of course the mall cop looks like Pepper Spray cop.

The scene shifts a little, and now I'm aware of being in an ad where they are shooting a commercial for a tea product or something, but it's blended into real ("Dream" real, I mean) life where the premise is the grandpa (who is also the "real" owner of the tea company) had to leave, and his adorable tells the rest of her family they can't start dinner yet, and she runs around the mall distraught, yelling for her grandpa to come to dinner. Dream me got a lot of dust in his eyes. The mom seems to know grandpa is okay, and says something along the lines of "if grandpa is gone, I get his car," while the rest of the family laughs, and the scene shifts to a parking lot you'd find in an apartment complex. For some reason, the mom turns into Rosalyn the babysitter from Calvin and Hobbes, and I realize I'm wandering around the lot having just finished watching a Calvin and Hobbes movie. I wake up at whatever ridiculous time it was, short hand my dream, and go back to sleep.

Dream three starts with watching Michaelangelo from the Ninja Turtles trying to flirt with a ninja girl he meets, but it also feels like I'm reading a book about this. The narrator explains that Michaelangelo thinks she is better handling Sais than Raphael (BLASPHEMY!), and they are scaling walls in the city while he keeps trying to impress her.

The scene switches to my brother's wedding, but he tells me to fill in for him. So now, I'm sitting at the groom's table like a panelist in a convention, and the bride and I are both dressed really low key -- I remember the bride is wearing flannel and jeans, and I have my legs kicked up on the table. At one point in the wedding there was the whole "this bread is the body of Christ" thing, and we have to dip our respective bread into a cup of water. I think my brother eventually made it in time, because the scene shifts to their house (which resembles a 60's style home) during Christmas morning, and I walk down stairs and say hi to my brother and his wife. It's at this time that I realize that my brother's new wife is now a weird version of what I feel should be an ex or someone I knew, although I have no idea who this person is.

I either wake up laughing, or laughed myself awake.

I'm on a bus with Daz and Josh D(D&J). We get dropped off near Blitz. Josh grabs a hose and places it on the side of the road. He turns on the hose so it's shooting over the top of the road. I run across the road with them and I get wet from the hose. I'm walking up hill, heading towards Josh's work friends house. I suddenly realize I have have not bought my going-out clothes, and I'm furious.

I'm now in a room with D&J and random people. Josh is having a dig at me for some reason and is making fun of me using face wash etc. Daryl takes notice of his rudeness and isn't too impressed with Josh. I don't bite back at all and just let Josh dig his own grave by allowing him to keep assaulting me for no reason.
I see Josh on the ground, and he's tickling a child on the ground in a playful manner. The father picks up the child off of the ground and threatens the child and tells the driver about what had happened.

I walk into a bedroom which is suppose to be a bus. Josh's goes over to the bed to claim it, while Daz and myself sit on the chairs. I ask Josh about what was being said earlier, so he could dig himself even more of a hole.
I look through the window of the room and see a beautiful golden door that looked like a hand was coming out, like a 3D effect. It had pictures of people around the door and soon realized it was a Scientology building. I look to the side of the building to see how big the place is, and it's a decent sized building. I tell D&J, wouldn't it be interesting to see what is on the other side of that door. Daz says something that isn't in favor of the teaching of Scientology.

We're on another bus, with a lot of other people. I see a little Asian child, and she is repeating something over and over. The bus goes quite, and I break the silence by saying what the child said earlier. Everyone starts laughing, but especially the lady in front of me. It was one of those delayed laughs that end up being very hilarious. 2 Asian ladies leave the bus and I assume that they're the mother of the child but they're not.
I see a baby running up and down the bus pulling on her belly button, which extends 6-7 inches out of her stomach. She seems to be stroking it. I feel a little sickened and so does the guy across from him. I begin to wake up and try to DEILD, but I couldn't hold back my laughter, from thinking about what I just saw, and fail to DEILD.

My dreams are normally more wild & wacky than this. Like the volleys of black arrows at the end of "organ," most are like that most of the time. These are pretty tame.

00:00 Friday October 18
00:22 bedtime
02:51 Trippy bus music, bag, messed up bus stop

1) Daytime riding near the back of a bus on old high school route approaching parent’s home about 2 stops away. There are some guys hatching some sort of plan, it involves leaving a bag on the bus. They leave the bag (like a big sports/gym bag) on the bus, I go sit next to it and put my hand through the handles. Trippy drug music plays on the bus, kind of like “HWAH WAH Wah wah…. HWAH WAH Wah wah… ” kind of wave like and I move my left hand in an up and down motion to this music (kind of like the motion of putting your hand out the window of a car, swooping up and down in the wind). As the bus descends the hill to my stop, I pull the cord to signal the stop. I get off. At the bus stop are several recycling containers overflowing with computer code print outs. It’s the results of the programming competition. The correct results are printed in black ink, the incorrect results printed in red ink. I need to figure out what happened why we got the wrong answers. There is also a bunch of food garbage strewn around on the street around the stop, the whole area is very messy with printouts and food in and around the containers. I start straightening up the bus stop. DC says “wasn’t there some other young fellow responsible for all of this? Shouldn’t he clean it up?” I agree and will let that other guy finish cleaning up.

05:06 sandwiches, play an organ, drunk, friend at work

2) Standing in a large atrium/opening with some people and a pipe organ console and an organist. After a demonstration by the organist for some students, I asked if I could play the organ, I said I wanted to be a concert pianist and play the pipe organ. The organist says “Yeah but once you get into one school it’s really hard to finish the other one,” I answer “they never tell you that, do they?” They’re reluctant to let me play it but decide to let me play it. They say “your hands need to be clean” and I think about wiping my hands on my pants, “and you need to put your butt way over here” (about 3 meters away from the keyboard, I won’t be able to reach the keys!). I want to get right up to it, then they give me a tiny toy keyboard with just some buttons on it. I want to play the famous Bach Toccata and Fugue in D minor ). I see a button marked “B-flat” on the toy keyboard and press it. The Bach piece starts playing by itself and I feel cheated that I don’t get to play it myself. The students around the organ start wildly dancing/jumping around to the organ music, and eventually they break up in to two groups and start lobbing thick volleys of black arrows back and forth at each other.

3) A group of friends and I are massively horribly drunk. I’m covered by yellow slime. I take off my shirt and see that the yellow printing on the tshirt is what is coming off on my skin. It’s a college shirt. As we’re leaving someone says “are you OK to drive?”. I consider this fairly seriously, I don’t feel all that drunk. I answer “I feel I’m pretty OK.” DC says “as long as you get to 2% it’s OK, then you can take a breathalyzer test.” I think that everyone should rip off a piece of the bar (there are poles along the bar) and use them as walking sticks.

4) At N (old company), to SC (old boss), I say “you wouldn’t let me stay in the company building on Christmas alone after closing, would you?” Sitting at a computer, not my main work place, childhood friend MR is there, I don’t want to leave him alone in the building after I leave. I’ve taken a big risk of bringing him inside. If he messes something up they’re going to trace his entrance back to me. I realize that I have 3 monitors set up already, and another one is also sitting on the desk, I could make it 4 if I wanted to.

5) In parent’s house (DS) going up back steps to garage, sister is there and she is talking about the tastiest bread, ranking the different kinds of breads. “Buttered rye, sourdough, wheat…” Then ranking them by which ones make the best toast and which ones make the best sandwiches. We’re driving out of the garage and I realize that everyone’s leaving I may get back first and they may turn on the alarm and I don’t know the code.

05:45 get up for WBTB.

06:03 BTB Room temp 16C, close windows.

Long time getting back to sleep. Fade into sleepiness several times, into and out of light sleep, no dream recall.

07:43 I’m “elected” to get up and make breakfast for everyone, just as I’m really sleepy and ready for some major dream time. Room temperature 18C.

Sorry if this one is all over the place rather than the usual story form.

The past 2 nights I have had a similar dream with 2 recurring themes - 1. I had to go back to high school to pick up some credits I missed (I didn't actually miss credits, I think the recurring theme of having to go back is because I took the easy courses - algebra rather than calculus, etc.) and 2. North Korean or Chinese armies were trying to take over the country. Last time I dreamed of an attempted take-over it was Russians. Sometimes I don't know who it is. Sometimes it's American military just trying to put a strangle-hold on the people.

In my dreams both last night and the night before, I started off at school. The two were so similar I will just tell you about last night from here on out:

I am at my old high school. I'm sitting in a writing class and trying to help a friend with some poem she's working on. This time, some of my old classmates are there, too, wanting to pick up extra credits. The teacher is pissed because some of the students are acting up. She's standing there lecturing on behavior and the rules. My friend and I are trying to decide whether we want to walk home or ride the bus. An announcement comes over the intercom. The principal says something along the lines of this: "Please avoid the buses and the front exit if you can. It's happening here, now, too. They're taking kids out at random. Just try to get yourselves home. The buses are dangerous. They're concentrated at the buses." Immediately, I am worried about my husband. I am wondering if they are at his work, or if I will get off this campus alive. I'm afraid I'll never see him again, so I start trying to think of ways to sneak out and get to a vehicle so I can drive to where he is.

There are soldiers all around the school. Most of them are outside. I try to convince a few friends and random kids to come with me, but quietly, and some of them do. We sneak down the back stair well, the one that was blocked off and locked when we were kids. We know that if nothing else, there is a window in the stair well that leads to the side of the school, straight into a little woods where we will come out reasonably far from the school. We make it down the stairs and out the window. We run up to the little woods, but I get there first and hear gunshots as I go. I look behind me and see that some of my companions are down and others have split off and are running back towards campus. I want to continue on my way, but when I look just inside the little woods I can see that they've lined up coffins just inside the woods and I'm completely freaked out. I turn and see one of the teachers from my school, but she's smiling and pointing a gun at me and telling me to get back to the buses or she will take me out herself. She says she's going to let them know I'm a trouble-maker.

She leads me back to the buses at gunpoint. I see that my choir director is doing his best to load kids onto buses safely and let them get off the campus. I jump onto the bus he's on and ask him if they can drop me off just about anywhere there are cars. I am figuring that with everything that's going on, stealing a car wouldn't be a huge deal and I can get to my husband. The bus is just about to pull off when the teacher with the gun gets on. She shoots a little kid right next to me straight through the forehead and then turns her gun on me, but my choir director nudges her just as she fires. For some reason, even though it just killed the kid next to me, this time it's just a BB gun and the BB goes into my eye. It doesn't hurt as badly as I think it will, but I can't see well. I pretend to be in horrible pain, and she decides that I will suffer more this way and gets off the bus.

We finally leave the campus. The driver agrees to take me all the way to my mother-in-laws house, where I decide I will just use her car and go looking for my husband. But before I can leave, the whole neighborhood full of people is asking me to help them, to tell them what to do because they know the soldiers will be there soon. I try to tell them to hurry and gather up any canned goods, weapons, matches, whatever kinds of survival gear they can find and head for the National Forest. I tell them I will be there, but I have to go find my husband first. They say they want to stay and fight, and I try to explain to them that they can't... that they can only hope to escape, that they will never be able to maintain their neighborhood. There are no police or American military to help us. I eventually just have to hope they will listen to me, because I have to go find my husband.

And then, just as I am driving off to do so, I woke up.

Now, this one is totally my fault. If I will play games about defeating Elder Dragons, then I will end up dreaming about being chased by them!

Of course, I don't know why this dragon had the face and voice of Prince Arthur from Merlin since I haven't watched it in ages.

In any case!

I was at my parents' house, downstairs in the living room. I was with someone; I knew them in my dream, but I can't picture them now I'm awake. I don't think they're anyone I really know. But the important thing was that there was a dragon in the basement. (They don't have a basement, but that's fine!) This dragon was mean, large and it didn't like me much. It took great delight in telling me so, growling loudly as it fought to escape its basement prison. We knew it wasn't going to take much longer for it to break out, so we decided that evacuating the house and escaping was an excellent idea. While he (I'm sure the person I was with was a he, though I couldn't tell you why) got all the doors open and made sure the escape route was clear, I ran upstairs to the bus we had there (don't know WHY we had a bus upstairs!) to evacuate the Asurans hiding there. (If you don't know what an Asuran is, it's one of the five main races in a game called Guild Wars 2. They're short, clever little fellows with big ears and eyes.) There were two of them, one at the front of the bus and the other hiding on the back seat. We ran down the stairs and out of the house, feeling the ground shaking with the dragon's efforts.

My parents' house is in a smallish village surrounded by mountains. One of the main ways out of the village is up the road, around and over one of these mountains. It was this way that we ran, thinking that we could slip off the road and find cover. It was night and, as we ran, shadows helped us when the dragon finally burst out of the now shattered remains of my parents' house! We scrambled from the road and found a deep lake beneath us. Out of options, we jumped into the water and hid among the reeds and plantlife.

I get the feeling that we were there for a long time; days maybe. I don't remember anything the dragon said now, but it was sadistic and enjoyed the chase. He liked playing the waiting game, perfectly content to wait for us to come out or make some mistake that would lead us to him. While we hid, he toyed with us, talking and mocking, taunting and making his own presence known. It felt as though he was saying 'I don't need to lie in wait or try to catch you by sneaking. Here I am. You're mine.'

I was hiding against a wall, with no clear idea of where the others were, sliding along it with ivy or some kind of water-loving hanging plant concealing me.

I woke abruptly and, uncharacteristically, I was really nervous afterwards. Normally, exciting and adventurous dreams leave me really happy - like I took part in something fun! This time though, I crept through my house to the bathroom and it wasn't until ten/fifteen minutes later that I started to think in my usual way. I felt like the dragon was about to come for me in reality.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) With my mom, we see a mushroom explosion on the distance. We can't tell how far away it is, but everybody freaks out with the possiblity of being caught in the blast. After not so long we are hit by a wall of air and debris. I stupidly hold my breath, hoping not to inhale the radiation. But then I think "how stupid is that?" and just accept the inevitability. Then someone starts gathering people on a bus, so we can get the hell out of there. Someone else turns on the radio for news. I then realize something is not right "how did we get hit by air dislocation so quickly, but were not harmed and the EMP didn't destroy the electronics?". I conclude I'm dreaming, so I tell my mother to relax, we're just dreaming and let's use the opportunity to test how we would react in an emergency situation. Then it went from a dream to a simulation drill. LOL

The first part of the dream is kind of fuzzy. It involved mythological beings on an mountain island. We had arrived there with a sailing ship. I think I wasn't free, I was a slave or a captive. We talked with the beings who lived up on the mountain, they warned us about some kind of danger. I think I managed to escape, something about the ship sinking I think, and managed to swim to freedom.

I ended up living somewhere down in the south of USA. I managed to get a job, but that was somewhere far up north. I had no idea how to get to this place, but I had more then two weeks before the job started so I just began walking. I started out in a big and what looked like a pretty old city.

After I walked for a long time I got to a fairly big community. I got there on Monday, my work would begin next Friday. So I guess I had been walking for three days?

I went to a restaurant and ate lunch. The owners turned out to be extremely nice people! We talked and I told them about where I would be going, and that if I didn't find a bus or something then I would hitch-hike the rest of the way. They said it was a shame I had to leave the same day, since every Monday they have a movie evening. They were normally renting movies, but every Monday they showed one for free. I said that I might just stay for the rest of the day then, I was weary from walking and to be able to relax for a day felt like a really tempting prospect.

They were also in charge of the community's bus service, which meant that they from time to time drove a trip around the town in a big van and picked up people along the way. I decided to ride with them, I wanted to explore the town and above all find a place to sleep for the night. I got off in front of a mall that I explored, it was really big. I was amazed how this community could have such a big and high quality mall. I remember seeing a jewellery shop, and that there were fancy carpets on the floor.

That is all I can remember. This was a unusually vivid dream. I kind of miss that community, it seemed like such a nice place! I think I add it to the list of dream locations I should revisit.

I was at my friends old house in c-town (Daz).

There was a baby that put some chocolate in the microwave. As the the microwave finished, I grabbed the chocolate and had a taste. I said to the baby, it's cooked just the way I like it (I was just being nice, it was a tad overdone).
I saw the baby eating the chocolate, but it wasn't the same. The babies arm was now the chocolate, and it started eating into the arm as if it was a normal thing.
I heard a voice sound out from another room. It was Daz's mum telling the baby not too bite into an artery, when eating it's arm. I told the baby not to worry about what his mum had said, and that it wouldn't hit an artery.

I was on a bus which was filled with water. I would somehow jump on something which would launch me into the air. This bus was made for some kind of time trial race. A friend Kayley was now with me, and others. We were all jumping on the launcher and having some fun with it. Kayley mentioned to a girl that was with us, that she may have narcolepsy, because when she would eat eggs for example, she would get all hypo.

Myself and Kayley were ready to get our official race going. I was waiting for her to drop into the water and race, but she was hesitant. Eventually she dropped into the water and went for it. I soon followed and felt other peoples bodies as I was trying to race, which made it difficult to get in the flow of racing.

Dream ended.