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Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in a classroom, trying to do some work. I sat down in the front row, and this black guy who resembled someone I went to elementary school with who was sitting next to me kept bugging me. I kept telling him to stop. I'd get up and move down a seat, but he'd keep bugging me. I was getting frustrated.

~

I was at my childhood neighbor's house. They have a very big family IWL (they have 4 kids; 3 boys and a girl) but now, there were even more people there. There were two other little girls there as well besides their daughter, who was having a birthday that day, her 15th. Wow, I couldn't believe she was already 15.

The two other little girls, though, there was something different about them. They looked normal enough, but they were made in a Sim game; they were real, but they weren't. It's hard to explain. I don't even really understand it.

Anyway, I was going to spend the night there. I remember one of the other little girls, a girl of probably 10 or 11 with blonde hair was there. I think I was playing with her or talking to her. I knew how much the dad loved her. I couldn't imagine how terrible it would be if something happened to her. I don't really know why I was thinking about that.

At some point, I saw my dad walking around looking at something. I saw him and then I saw my mom. My parents were here! I was so happy to see them! They had not told me that they were going to be in town, but oh well. I was just happy that they were there.

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I was working at the bakery. I had just gotten there. It was evening time, and I was supposed to get off at 8pm. All the lights were off for some reason; I couldn't even hear the humming of the cases or any kind of electrical appliance. Yet we were still open. Weird. I thought about how that had happened before.

I was working with Kaitlin, a girl that works there IWL. She had broken up this big sugar cookie that had M&Ms in it and put it in large sample cups, but kept it behind the counter. I thought maybe she wanted to eat it. I then saw that she had found all these cake orders somewhere, but I had no idea where they had come from. One was a box of all these different slices of different cakes. It was a "variety cake box" that someone had ordered. The box it was in was colorful and advertised the fact that it was a "variety cake box". There were two of these sitting up on the counter. I saw some cakes in plastic packaging on the floor behind the counter as well.

I then was by myself for a little bit because Kaitlin went to lunch. I kept going out from the back and picking up another sample thing of those cookies to eat. I was also trying to help customers, but I didn't feel like I was doing a good job. I then was on the phone, which was on the right side of the wall as opposed to the left, and it was an older guy asking me if there were any locations in Nashville. I told him I didn't think so, but I'd check. Normally, there is a laminated list of store names, numbers, locations, and phone numbers on the wall by the phone for reference. I was looking for it, but some new lists had gotten put up, though I don't remember what they were. They looked shiny and new though, very white with a fresh coat of laminate. I finally found the list, thinking that maybe there was an Antioch location, but alas, there wasn't. I got back on the phone with him to tell him there wasn't. He asked if I knew when there would be one built, and I told him I wasn't sure.
"Oh ok..." he said.
I then had an idea.
"Sir, what's your phone number? I can call you when I know one is going to be built." I knew this may be quite a long time from now, or never, but I offered anyway.
"Oh, thank you, sweety." he said, but his tone made it sound like he didn't want me to call.

I couldn't decide whether or not to ask him to clarify whether or not he wanted me to call, but I felt like if I did, I'd be annoying him, so I didn't say anything. I didn't hear anything on the other line, so I guess that was him saying goodbye. I hung up the phone.

I then heard a lady out by the counter saying that she was from somewhere I can't remember right now and that she was just looking. I was really tired at this point for some reason. I went out there and she was looking at the decorated cake book. She was a short, older black woman wearing a red vest like they do at Walgreens. Maybe she was a Walgreen's employee. I don't think I ended up helping her. I think Kaitlin was back now and she was helping her instead. I felt even more useless now.

I then was at Subway for a short 10 minute break. I realized that I was not on my lunch, but was still on the clock, and I had left the store. Oops. I saw Taylor, a guy I work with. He was there as well on his lunch. I told him I felt like I just had to get out of the store for a little bit.

Then, I was back at the bakery, and Patti, one of the decorators, was coming in. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was working 7-close. She didn't seem happy about it. I recalled a conversation I had with her about the new scheduling system and how it was going to interfere with her watching her grandkids in the evening (I really did have this conversation with her IWL). I thought to myself the nightmare is coming true.

I had one dream fragment where me and a group of people were complaining about something in a classroom, it was really hazy but that is all I remember. We seemed to be in some sort of trailer classroom and the desks were rearranged in a circle.

The second dream I was in some odd house but in the dream I knew it was my house. There was a big staircase leading up to an outside porch except with a screen for a wall like a screen. My neighbors wife was asking me to show her a bunch of stuff including my laptop and I said it was kind of private, then for some reason she kept persisting and she was in my basement, on the way to my laptop all the way in the corner in a separate room, I saw a weird rubiks cube with strange lines going through it, as though it was a harder version than just a normal rubiks cube. I thought nah, I should just try to solve the normal version first before I try to solve this harder one. She tries to look at my laptop and thats when the dream is over.

Dream - Lucid

I was at someone else's house, though I'm not sure whose. I was in a bedroom. Then, I was in the bathroom, and my brother was in the shower. The shower was disgusting. The walls and floor were made out of these big, silver metal tiles. They were covered in grime and rust. Every time the water would hit the tiles, it would temporarily wash the grime off, but it would immediately rust over and be gross again only seconds later. Blech.

Then, after my brother got out, I decided to try to clean them. I used a hose from somewhere else instead of the shower water. It was working! I showed someone, maybe my mom.

I then saw my grandpa walking around. IWL, he died a few months ago. In the dream, I knew this as well. I was thinking that he wasn't real, or he was confused and still thought he was alive. I then pictured a cartoon, caricatured version of him.

Other things happened in this dream, but I can't recall them all right now.

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I was trying out for a part in some Star Trek-like TV series. I was a co-pilot on a starship with Neil deGrasse Tyson (fux yeah!). The scene was that someone would come onto the bridge and attack us. I had to outsmart the attacker and save us. The attacker was also trying out for the same part. Whether or not I outsmarted them, or vice-versa, determined who got the part. I did this the first time around, outsmarting an alien attacker. Then, the second person came, and she outsmarted me. The audition had barely started, and I knew it was over when I saw her immediately. She had thought of something that the other person didn't think of. I think she came in from another entrance. When I knew I was done for, right as I heard gunfire, I said
"I'm dead."

I was disappointed, but happy for the lady who got the part. She looked very familiar. She was a short, black kind of stout woman. Then, it hit me. I asked someone
"Is that Dr. Bailey from Grey's Anatomy??"
They said yes.
I was looking forward to watching the series. I then "remembered" seeing her on the series. It was like the series had already happened, and I had already seen her in it. She looked a bit different in this TV show than in Grey's.

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Dallas and I were driving through what was supposed to be my old neighborhood in my old town. We were going to my old house. The houses in the neighborhood were all huge, like mansions. I told Dallas
"My house isn't this big."
He replied saying that he wasn't so sure about that, that he'd heard about my room. I then knew he was talking about my room being a basement. I pictured a stone walkway into a doorway that led to my underground room (did not have such a thing IWL).

We kept driving through the neighborhood, and the houses were getting bigger. One of the houses looked more like a motel than a house. I pointed that one out to Dallas. Some of them looked like they were cross-sectioned, like they were doll houses. Some looked like shadow boxes.



I remember one of the shadow box houses looked like it was a deep purple. It had things inside of it too, like the picture, though I can't remember what specifically.

I then remember being at the house with Dallas. We were in my room. It looked more like the guest room that was in that house in IWL.

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I was talking to Dallas, trying to remember if an event really happened or not. I "remembered" back when I worked at the coffee shop, Kacey and I had won tickets to go to this coffee workshop thing, and also tickets to go to the moon. I knew the coffee workshop thing really happened, but I just wasn't so sure about the moon. I could "remember" being on the moon, experiencing zero gravity, but it didn't seem like a real memory. Dallas said that I had said that I had really gone, but I had some major doubts about it. I didn't think Kacey went with me to the moon either, even though she had won a ticket as well.

I then was "remembering" being in a parking lot at dusk, walking around, when I saw something that looked like a mixture between a car and a kiosk. It had no front wheels and seemed to be attached to the ground. It was a shiny, silver metallic color and looked very futuristic. Outside of it was what looked like a parking meter, or something you'd put change in. It's really hard to explain this. I did not understand what it was in the dream. At first, I thought it was a futuristic car, but I noticed its lack of front wheels, and the fact that it was attached to the ground. I kept walking and saw another one not far behind it. I then remembered that it had something to do with the moon, something about training maybe? I can't recall for sure.

I was then in a classroom, talking to a teacher who was sitting at their desk. There was another person or two there with me. I was wearing my cat ears for some reason. The desk was across from the front door, which was open. Another teacher walked by that looked like Mr. Marlatt, an AP English teacher from my high school. He stopped and gave us a funny look. He had no idea who we were. He then left, and I joked about what he could have been thinking, saying something like
"Who's that fool in the cat ears?"
I then took them off, but put them back on. I love my cat ears.

~

Very fragmented sleep last night, but at the same time, I slept better than I have in awhile. It was much needed. Lots of interesting dreams too. It seems that lately, I've been dreaming about "remembering" alternate pasts, events, false memories, or whatever.

I'm sitting in a classroom at the teacher's desk. I am the teacher. I watch happily as children file inside and take their seats. While they are sitting down and taking out papers and what not, I'm looking at a list that has all of the students' names on it. I quickly look over the list and then back up at the students to see who is missing. I realize that one student is missing and her name is Ashley Ketchum. I smile to myself and duck under my desk to get the boombox that I keep. It's big but super light weight. I put it on top of my desk and face it towards the classroom door. My right pointer finger hovers above the play button as I patiently wait for the late student to arrive. After a few moments, she runs into the classroom and apologizes for being late. I smile widely and press the play button on the boombox. Out of the boombox blasts the original Pokemon theme song.

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

6/10/2014

In bed: 1:20 AM - 7:42 AM

#13. I. 7:30 AM
My roommate and I are about to have to go to some sort of event or class. We decide to be fools going there, running across campus there doing crazy things. I head out first, and so am not sure where he is. I start heading there assuming he is on the way. Eventually, I hear him singing on the other side of the buildings to my right on another path, as he is walking towards the same building farther ahead of us. Eventually, he sees me running and runs too. There are a bunch of people out in front of the building we are going into. I see FN, a high school friend, who asks me how my club is, not necessarily realizing that she is asking about the club which she left earlier in the year which makes this awkward. Upstairs, we enter some classroom with a bunch of others where we take part in some activity in different groups.

5/31/2014
In bed: 2:39 AM - 9:38 AM

#1. I. 8:00 AM
I am with a few other people who seem to be slightly younger than me and it almost seems as if I am leading them somewhere. We go to this short outdoor building that you might find on the side of a school. We walk into a short room that reminds me of a standard dining room or a meeting room with a long table in the center of the space with chairs around it. There is a door diagonally on the other side of the room that is open which I can see a group of 8 or so people in there in a similar room meeting. I recognize 2 or 3 of the people in the room. They are part of a competitive eating team of some sort. They see us and seem to be finishing up their meeting before they come out to greet us. One of the people that I am with is holding a plastic cup filled with what seems to be water. But there is something special about the water, as the person takes a Dorito and puts it in and shows me. I watch as the Dorito almost seems to turn invisible as it submerges in the water. This liquid makes it transparent and see through, though you can still sort of see the outline of the Dorito in the cup.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #204: Ozone

I’m sitting at a craft table with three other people: a guy in his late 20s (“Guy”), a woman in her 30s (“Lady”), and a crazy-looking woman in her mid-40s (“Crazy Lady”). Crazy Lady keeps talking to herself and acting disturbed as she works on her project.

Lady gets the bright idea to tell Crazy Lady that Guy has a prize for her. “If you get all your work done, maybe he’ll give it to you.” Crazy Lady keeps asking what the prize is, becoming more and more fixated on this prize until she gets out of her chair and approaches Guy. I have a feeling that something awful’s going to happen but that I can’t stop it.

Spoiler for Unpleasantness:

I see a pair of dirty scissors flash in Crazy Lady’s hand. She gouges them into the side of Guy’s neck and then grinds the thick, dull blade across his throat. Blood everywhere. Guy collapses to the ground.

Crazy Lady disappears from the scene as Lady and I rush to help Guy. Now I’m on the phone with emergency services begging them to come help us. They sound very unhurried and tell me that the wait will be “about 30 minutes”. I’m stressed out that they’re going to take so long but I hope they know what they’re doing. I nose pinch reality check in the hope that this isn’t real, and when I blow throuigh I think, No way am I so lucky that this is all a dream. I confirm with a second nose pinch, that yes, I’m dreaming!

Guy and Lady both disappear from the scene and I’m left along in an empty classroom. I wander outside into a misty nighttime street scene. I feel happiness and contentment to have escaped a nightmare and I peacefully explore the environment.

The bricks on the side of the building fascinate me first, and I bring my vision right up close to them. No matter how close I get, my eyes never lose focus. I seem to be able to look further and further in, zooming into every crack and imperfection. My fingers explore the moist bricks and it’s like I can sense each individual drop of moisture with my fingertips.

I suddenly give the wall a huge sniff. It feels invigorating and seems to bring the scene even more fully to life. I sense moisture and a sharp whiff of ozone when I do this, just like what you might smell after heavy rain.

There are a few DCs hanging around nearby, talking softly about something I can’t make out. I approach one of them, a brown-haired guy that’s facing away from me, and examine his hair and scalp up close. I’m fascinated how I can see down to the individual hairs on his head. The DCs’ conversation ceases as I do this and it feels like I hit pause on what they were saying.

I take another huge sniff, this time of the guy’s scalp. It just smells like a bunch of hair. I laugh self-consciously at what a creepy thing this is to do. Fortunately the DC doesn’t react. I walk onward now through the misty night toward a short stone bridge that runs over some unknown river or creek. Before I cross it, the dream ends.

12.04.2014

Putting on a Tape Suit & Plastic Bag Carrot Humping (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m inside a classroom that resembles my biology class at a High School I attended years back (CLHS as an abbreviation for personal reference).

I’m trying to put on a transparent suit that looks like it’s really made out of tape. I ask individuals how to put it on, and when one of them portrays the method to me, it seems more complicated than it seems. How in the world does one put on a tape suit without it sticking to their clothing?

After a bit, there’s an inflated, and transparent produce bag with a few carrots on the bottom. I put my penis inside, and started humping it. I think there was a competition of who could hump it more, and going for more than ten was more than enough to get by, I guess.

I think the individuals were cheering me on, talk about ego boosting for inanimate object fornication.

Kind of reminds me of what I had to do for work today, excluding the humping part and ego boosting, and cheering…and my penis inside a bag.

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12.04.2014

Buzzing Near the Window (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up from my bed, or so it seems, and tried to get back to sleep, seeing how I didn’t want to feel too groggy for work, especially with the activities done today. It feels so nice wanting to go back to sleep, back into a state of relaxation and comfort, until something keeps making a buzzing sound that’s extremely annoying.

I wondered how could something could be so active during the dead of night, seeing how unless it had vision for seeing clearly for night, it would reside somewhere safe until there’s more light apparent. I tried to go to sleep several times, but the buzzing sound keeps pestering me.

I eventually decided to do a nose plug reality check, pressing my nose with my right index finger and thumb, and was able to breathe just fine. The dream environment seemed to have replicated the house I’m currently residing in to some extent. So, having this in mind, I take the chance to try and go out the usual way to exit the house.

I proceed by going through the white door, and trying to open it. However, it seems I have to punch in some kind of code in order to unlock it. The buttons consisted of a light milky green color with a rubbery texture. The material surrounding the buttons is white all around, and is shaped almost like a tooth, without the points at the end of course.

And out of reflex, I seemed to have entered a random code: 90321 I believe, without knowing if it was the right one or not. Unfortunately, the alarm has a very long and annoying beep sound, and this prompts me to try an escape, because I don’t know what could be inside the other bedroom in this dream, especially when it’s way too dark inside.

And wanting to turn on the lights was out of the question, since I felt a bit fearful of something randomly coming out. Though most of the time, the places in my lucid dreams are often barren, and not really something where random entities will come about to try and kill me, or something dangerous. I probably should’ve been aware of this before running as if I’m Michael Scofield from Prison Break, ha-ha.

I go through the living room, and quickly unlocked the door to get out, and now the dream shifts from night to early morning immediately. Now I’m immersed in a virtual experiential reality that seems to be exactly like waking life at first glance, and with more clarity and realism as well. I marvel at this, my breathing, and just my overall existence within this dreaming state.

The weather, the sensations on my feet against the cold concrete of what seems to be an area where it rained recently, everything felt so real, and then some. After a few seconds of absorbing this experience, I get an urgency to continue running, even though it doesn’t seem like anyone is after me.

As I’m running, I’m changing perspectives where I look at myself running, and it seems to go by in slow motion, and the motion of running is a bit exaggerated at times; it often looks like I’m floating in the air for a good bit, and making weird leg movements to quickly save my descent.

After watching this for a while, I wake up in a series of false awakenings for most of the dreams below. Fortunately, the nose plug reality check is going to save me.

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12.04.2014

Confucius gives LD advice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Felt as if I woke up, then I reconciled with awareness of the experience being a dream again.

I’m standing on top of a building, and it seems to be early morning, or an event where it rained previously. I see a dream character that looks like Confucius, and he’s lecturing to others on lucid dreaming techniques and advice.

As for actual declarations to recall from him, I can't remember.

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12.04.2014

Picking Up a Black Biker Jacket Wearing Chick & Escaping with Her (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up once more, only to reconcile with awareness of this being a dream once more. Maybe this was a DEILD, since I can recall those experiences of transitioning back to waking state with my eyes closed, and seeing imaginary simulations of being awake, or maybe it’s just a false awakening altogether.

I’m inside a theater, and it has the usual settings. You know, red carpet, and other warm colors to mask off all those stains from being apparent at first glance. The putrid smell that is also prevalent in theaters that’s like a mélange of buttered popcorn, weasels, intense chlorine, air freshener, and other chemicals. I didn’t take the time to visualize all the major details of the theater itself, but I do know that in the current location I’m at, there’s many paths you could take from the circular base I’m standing on.

I see an attractive girl, I think, with long black hair, and she’s wearing a black biker jacket of some sort. Underneath that, she’s wearing some kind of milky vanilla shirt that’s fairly tight, and makes her bosoms eye-candy at this point. For some reason, I had an urgency to pick her up, and hold her back, and the bottom of her knees, and run off with her.

She seems shocked at first, but then kind of goes with the flow, and I’m going with the flow as well. Then the next moment, I’m using my legs to kick anyone that seems to be in my way, and there’s a slight uproar going on while I’m running with the girl.

This takes “chasing” women to a whole new extreme.

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12.04.2014

Kakashi Gives me Lucid Dreaming Advice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This seems to be the last dream in the false awakening chain of events, or maybe the one before it was.

I’m sitting down with Kakashi, younger version, and he’s giving me lucid dreaming advice. However, the advice seems kind vague, and not really something that could be applicable in all circumstances.

He states that if you find yourself in two conditions:

• Where there’s little light
• Where it’s too bright

That one would most likely be dreaming.

Your non-sequiturs are what prevented you from saving Rin, Kakashi, just as your vague circumstantial lucid dreaming advice is. And that totally was not a non-sequitur, ba-dum tiss.

Though, looking back, he could be right, especially since I was in complete darkness in the buzzing insect dream, to being in a hyper-realistic virtual experiential reality the next, and then inside a bright theatre.

But still, the advice is severely limited.

29.12.2013

Naked in front of Julie Chen & 3 other women (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a large room with multiple women, and the environment itself seems to give a highly sexual vibe to anyone that's in it. It felt as if any logic to restrain myself was absolved within this environment, especially since the women were naked and were obviously wanting to have sex.

They didn't seem to mind me taking my clothes off, and there were three that seemed very familiar.

• One is an Asian female that looks like Julie Chen from the Talk, and I never had a dream with her before.

• The second is a Hispanic female that I remembered since middle school, and she seems to have a chubbier build than her older self in waking life. She still seemed to have the dark caramel brown hair, and wasn't really attractive whatsoever.

[list][*]The third was an African American female that looked like who I will nickname as Chels. She still has her thick glasses intact and has that awkward facial expression where she looks spaced out and is looking at something/someone for a few more seconds than usual.[/quote]

And then there's one random anime girl with snow white hair that looked like she has a One Piece face format. Chels has her left hand on the side of her hips, and she's looking down on me.

This is where I started to realize I felt that whatever the hell happen before is nothing more than a blurry and hazy memory. I can feel myself bracing my back against a red bed of some sort.

I was going to put some clothes on, but I was distracted by the huge erection that somehow made me afraid of how the women would react. Even though that shouldn't even be a fear, maybe I was worried they would do something to me if I was barely able to string together the ability to perceive what was going on.


I can hear them giggling, mostly from the Hispanic female, and I had a growing fear of her because she's trying to take pictures of me naked. I felt it should've been the other way around, though it would be kind of pointless to shift the gender/sex dynamic since it was just a dream.

I managed to put on some light blue sports pants that resembles the one I wear in waking life before she took a picture down there. Though I felt she was able to get a shot seeing how she was still giggling and holding onto her camera fairly tight.

And with my awkward position of bracing against the bedside on the floor with an erection that would make Viagra a pre-meal warm-up, I started to feel both sensations from dreaming and waking life. And I had the urge to urinate, which made things even more awkward.


Whatever they did to me, and whatever we did in that blurry memory of mine, I guess that many women needed this raging erection apparently. The girl with the snow white hair was someone that seemed to randomly exist, and I can't recall her naked at all.

All I could recall was her static facial expression of looking the other way with her mouth open and eyes wide open.


First time in a few months where I naturally woke up to a REM stiffy.

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29.12.2013

Economy Class and Telling About my Previous Experiences (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This classroom felt like the AP Economy class I had with the younger teacher that was a Baseball coach during my senior year in High School. The class was pretty active, and there seemed to be a lot of group activities going on for a particular project.

There was a book in front of me, and there was a red bar on the top section of the pages. There was black colored text and the the book itself seemed to have a wealth of information, though that kind of overwhelmed me at the time seeing how I was still trying to get used to the environment and the dream characters surrounding me.

I'm sitting a wide table, and I noticed the Economy AP teacher is paying attention to me and the others. He definitely has a different demeanor compared to his more quiet and reserved type in class. It kind of freaked me out that this guy was this engaging to his students in a positive manner and with a smile on his face.

Definitely had to be dreaming if there wasn't going to be anything else other than that huge contrast in his behavior. Everyone seemed to be interested in my previous experiences with the other High Schools.

I went on to tell them in a joking manner of how things would be much harder because I would finish everything all in one night, and then end up stressing out. There was a girl that looked like Sara/Sarah/or whatever she called herself (side note: the one that was preppy)

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29.12.2013

Trying to Avoid Rebecca Chambers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a hallway with a random dream character that looks like your classic shady individual with a dark gray coat, black top hat, and black sunglasses.

I'm sitting on the opposite side from him, and I'm not too aware of what was actually being discussed. I sensed that someone was coming after me, and was able to shift perspective into a spectator mode and looked over the shoulder of the entity.

She looked like Rebecca Chambers from Resident Evil 0, and she's coming over with a gun. I believe she was wearing her default costume, or maybe a dark gray and black version of it.

I think the flooring had a few inches of water, though it could just be the reflection from the glass roofs that made me imply that.

The dream starts to shift where the roles are switched where I'm the one coming after her while she's sitting down with someone. The dream gets too confusion to conceptualize at this point, and I can't recall what happens after.

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]I am in my room and I keep seeing shadows. I get really scared and I yell. Mom comes from the other room, hugs me and asks me what's wrong. I can't talk or move so she takes me to her room. I sit there and I see more shadows and I keep yelling a lot.[/COLOR]
Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]I wake up and I feel the vibrations from the transition and I try to move to get rid of them so I stand up and start to dance.[/COLOR]
Dream 3(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in my classroom and a celebrity is teaching us biology. A girl in my class tries to copy all of her poses and she is somehow angry.[/COLOR]
Dream 4(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in my classroom(yes, again) with my english teacher and she asks me at what hospital I went(wut).[/COLOR]

I'm in a classroom setting as a student, and the class is in a wide crescent moon shape with our professor in the middle. The class is on Connect-Four, and apparently, I'm kind of the shit.

So naturally, I get in an epic game (somehow) with the professor, who has white hair and a Christopher Lee beard going. Our game takes up two gameboards at once. Some clashes cannot be constrained by mortal boundaries. I don't know who won, but I knew I did very well.

This somehow led to an interlude about some weird game show, and the contestants need to dress up as characters in a book to compete. One of the male contestants has on too much make-up, and I recall thinking, man, you are seconds away from a uni brow.

The dream shifts into an end scene from Parks and Rec, where they play a bit over the credits. In this, I'm picking strawberries with what I guess is Tom Haverford, and we are talking about Ron Swanson being impressed with my Connect-Four skills. I mention "I wonder if it'll piss off Ron if I address him as an equal?" To which Tom finds that hilarious.

17.11.2013 2/2

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava numa sala gigante de faculdade e era representante da sala. Estávamos em uma aula livre e quase todo mundo dormia. Algum aluno me pedia pra acordá-los e eu dizia que não iria. Acho que ele mesmo acordava os outros depois.
A aula começava, não me lembro sobre o que era.
Saíamos da sala e íamos pra uma banca de jornal, eu e mais umas 3-4 pessoas. Parecia muito a banca que ficava na saída do condomínio Acácias. Eu ou alguém estava procurando mangás.
Depois disso lembro de estar em um deserto, indo pra uma base. Lá haviam muitas pessoas armadas. O sonho virava um tipo de FPS e eu, com um rifle de mira telescópica matava todos que estavam lá.
Dentro da base aparecia um casal de gordos que eram imunes as minhas armas. Eu pegava um lança granadas parecido com o do Shadow Warrior e disparava várias granadas dentro de uma máquina de lavar que estava perto deles. Ela explodia e os atordoava. Nessa hora eu fugia. Encontrava uma porta branca e lisa, sem fechadura ou maçaneta, apenas uma tranca simples e quebrada. Eu tentava entortar a tranca pra trancar a porta.
Do outro lado eu colocava minas na parece, parecidas com as do Duke Nukem, mas redondas, e fugia.

I was a character designer working in a room with a long table with other people involved in the process. We are pitching ideas, though at this point we don't have an idea what the project is. I start doodling on a sketch, and it was to be a generic male lead of an adventure story to start. That's when the producer(?) says something like "no no... we need to go back to classic Alan Grant."

So now, my brain retcons things, and our project is designing Jurassic Park 4, and I'm supposed to decide the look Sam Neil's character is going to be. I free hand Alan Grant with a pen (Dream me is ridonkulously good at drawing, it looks like): He's flying side ways shooting a pair of pistols like he's in Hot Fuzz, and he's wearing his original outfit from the first Jurassic Park movie, only with bandoleers across his chest and holsters. His head is also over-sized, so it resembles one of those mall caricature kiosk drawings. The producer loves it (because he's a goddamned frat boy idiot, I guess). This dream fades.

Dream two had me in a government/military/agency building as some sort of mid-ranked officer(?), and I am feeling detached/disillusioned (at the time of this dream, I felt really disillusioned about my job as well). I'm in a classroom, and there are some college age students/cadets in there just hanging out.

My friend R, who is an actual teacher in Spain right now, comes in. He gives me a big bear hug (totally his M.O.) and kisses me on both cheeks, European style (this part I'm guessing he picked up from Spain). I ask him, "shouldn't you be in Spain?" and he says he's just visiting. I'm assuming this is my brain covering my tracks, and with more practice, I can pick up on these things more quickly. He sits in a desk near the corner of the room, on the opposite end of the wall sharing the door, and I sit next to him on the floor and lean against the wall.

We chat a bit, and the instructor appears. The room is suddenly filled with students. My friend T's younger sister, G, appears, and gives me a report -- apparently, there is a situation with whatever group it is that I am working for. But she also just settles down with R and me (so much for the situation) while the instructor lectures the class.

At one point, the instructor stops his lecture so he can call out Fat Neil (from Community). He seems agitated that Fat Neil is eating a tub of Tang! powder straight, and they have a brief exchange that's something like this:

"Do you know what that stuff is?!"

"Yes sir, it's just sugar and orange flavoring."

"Right. And it's not good for you. There's no vitamins."

At this point, the instructor confiscates the Tang! powder, and gives Fat Neil a tub of what I think it Protein Powder. Fat Neil resumes eating powder.

Suddenly, I realize that the walls are filled with gadgets and blinking likes, kind of like a supercomputer from out of a 60's Bond movie. The the dream got fuzzy before it fades.

(I really debated whether or not to record part three here; but it's so fucked up, I decided, eh, what the hell?)

Dream three is weird. I'm in a room, and I'm sitting in a chair. Sitting in a similar chair with me is someone that resembles my friend J, but it feels like it's a clone of her. We are just hanging out like we usually do, when suddenly she reaches into her purse and pulls out a device. She goes "check this out!" and puts said device to use. We continue chatting like normal, as if nothing happened, before I woke up.

For the people who are able to read between the lines, no, it was not one of those dreams; but I do find it uproariously funny because we have an ongoing "let's see who can gross out/make each other uncomfortable more" contest in real life, and a) this may be my trump card, and b) she has told me so many similar stories along those lines that after I woke up, my reaction was "Hmm. Yeah, that seems like something she'd do."

Also, nothing recorded for Nov. 5, and for Nov. 6, I can only vaguely recall that I was in the city, and I really wanted to help or save someone.

For real life references-I started my new school last September, it's a sixth form college.

It appears to be a new term at my school, due to begin in real life in September, and I walk into my old English classroom. However it looks different, the tables have been moved around, some of the windows appear to be missing, but it's still definitely my old classroom. My old English teacher is there as well, despite the fact that he retired in July, welcoming everyone back.

I walk around with a girl from my old school, who doesn't go to the school I currently go to, looking for a seat. She finds one in the middle of a desk and I sit down one down from her. In between us is some guy I've never seen him before, and don't recognise him from real life, but for some reason in the dream I know exactly what sort of person he is-quiet in a pretend cool way, a bit elitist, but friendly and personable, even if he doesn't laugh that much.

I look forward at my teacher and ask, 'I thought you were going?'

He replies, 'I am. I'm just here for the next three days why'll they find a replacement.'

I find this odd as the school has had all summer to find a replacement, but shrug it off. My teacher begins talking but I don't really hear it properly and turn to the guy next to me and complain about something in a comical way, though I don't remember what it is. He laughs a little and nods his head. We appear to be about to begin work when suddenly the whole class collectively feels and knows something is wrong, even though we don't know specifically what it is.

My teacher tells us to go quickly and we all stand up, as if it was a fire bell. Suddenly I find myself, along with the rest of my class, down on some sort of post-apocalytic wasteland. Grey, cloudy sky, black earth and no houses, infrastructure or anything to be seen. My class appears to have formed some sort of group helping each other to survive with all of my classmates and teacher sitting around in a circle chatting and laughing.

For some reason I and around five or six other people are told to go look for something, presumably food, and we find ourselves approaching a worn down house, almost like a cinder block bar a set of steps leading halfway up the house to a wooden door. A man stands on the steps with a gun. Down below beside the house a few other men stand around with weapons of some kind as well. For some reason we seem to know they've stolen food, particularly grain, from this abandoned house. It feels like we're about to attempt to fight them when I suddenly wake up.

Recurring Themes and Motifs from last dream: Guns, terrorists or groups of men with weapons, abandoned or worn down buildings,