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I was getting dressed to go on a roadtrip with my family. I had Niagara Falls in my mind as I was putting on my clothes. As I walked out the door I saw my family leave without me. Guess I took too long to get dressed. I turned around and got worried I may have been locked out of the house. I realized my key was still in my bedroom. The front door had double doors. One was locked, one was left open a bit but was locked. I was able to get in because someone failed to close the door all the way. I was about to close the door and go back to my room, but then I saw a bunch of vehicles park in our driveway and yard and even overflow down the road a bit. I went back outside to see what was going on. I saw Donald Trump in a semi-truck. I walked up to the truck and he climbed out. I shook his hand and said it was a pleasure to meet Mr. Trump. He told me I won first prize in a giveaway and that I could choose one of two prizes. $30,000 cash or all of the vehicles in sight. He then proceeded to give me a tour. There were at least 10 semis, some snowmobiles, an ATV, some small motorized bikes, some cars, etc. I was very impressed, but I could not decide which prize I wanted. I mean sure the vehicles have a much much higher value and can be sold to make a huge profit, but I'd still have to store them and sell them in the meantime.

I decided on the lump sum of cash. Donald Trump was not impressed. I said I really wanted an ATV, but perhaps I can get one another day, or even purchase it with the cash on hand. He took me back to his truck where he looked for two pieces of paper to hand to me. They were red and real long. I did find them. I opened them up and they had a bunch numbers like bank account, SSN, etc. They looked more like contracts than deposit slips or checks. I shook Donald Trump's hand and referred to him again as Mr. Trump. I noticed his son Don Jr. was also present and shook his hand awkwardly referring to him also as Mr. Trump. I went back inside the house as all the trucks departed. As I closed the door I heard someone else entering from a side door. I quickly worried that I was being robbed and that they somehow knew I was a prize winner. I went upstairs, hid the papers in a cabinet that held an ironing board (Who would look there?), and faced the stranger downstairs. As I descended the stairs I wondered why I didn't grab my bat from my bedroom to use for self defense when suddenly I found myself confronting the stranger. She seemed to be a mix between black and Hispanic and appeared to be a few months pregnant, just enough for the baby bump to show. She had a friend of hers with her. She seemed surprised to see me, but quickly maintained her composure.

I asked her what she was doing in the house and told her she didn't belong here. She told me she was a tenant and got frustrated that she would be accused of anything but that. I then desired to call my parents who own the house, but the dream ended before I could.

For the record the house in the dream was a combo of the current house and my childhood home. The driveway was a large horseshoe, and the front doors being double doors mirrors the current house more than the previous. The iron closet is of the current house, but the house layout was of the prior house.

May 6, 2014: Dream 2 of 4: I am one party to a contract. The other party is an alien female - who looks entirely human. The first of two needed contracts was prepared by me, but now it is the alien’s turn to prepare a reciprocal contract. We seem to be friends that like each other, and are not adversarial in any way. She comes to Earth so we can discuss the terms and so she can get it all written down properly and agreeably. We compare legal pads, which are yellow, and have substantial hand-written things on many lines, but also a lot of crossed out language. She eventually gets all the information she needs to complete the contract she is required to prepare.

The female alien gets ready to leave the room in which we are working, and go to bed. We kiss goodby/goodnight and we each go to our separate bedrooms to go to sleep. There is something incorrect in her contract which she can’t figure out. Whatever is wrong is causing the water in the toilets to run incessantly in the house. This keeps everyone in the house awake. A total of four house occupants (myself, the alien and two other dream characters I can't remember) meet in the hall between the bedrooms to discuss the situation. I say I’ll fix the contract, no problem. I do, and everyone is able to go back to bed and to sleep. I wake.

12/24/2012
2:31am

A small group of people and I are in a stadium / industrial like labyrinth. It had an extremely high sealing and hight walls. There were no seats but it was still gigantic and oval. From our particular location, you couldn't see much except the ceiling and tall parallel walls that bordered the wide curving path that we were on. The floor was dirt, hard and dusty. There were also some metal ladders that led up to a catwalk above.

Down at the other end of the pathway and off to the side was an exit that we were trying to get to. We had to get there quickly or we would be transported back to do it again. We tried several times before one of us realized that we had to carry a large role of silver duct-tape to the exit. Caring the tape was my task.

We ran down the path again but when I was about 3 quarters of the way the tape was snatched from my hand by some sort of vine that came from behind. We repeated, and again I was foiled. Then I had a bright idea that I was sure would work. Again we ran, but before the tape could be snatched I wrapped the end around a ladder a few times.

Then the creature that had been snatching the tape came again. This time it was not vine like and came upside down from the cieling hanging on part of its coat-tail turned spiderwebish. It was a sly spirit. His cloths were white and floating about, and he had a strange non-trustworthy grin. The guardian quickly struck me in the chest sending me back several feet while he ripped the tape away from the ladder.

I objected. The guardian looked at me and started to speak. I think he was explaining the task and that I must make a deal in order to pass. He grabbed something from his inside coat pocket and with his long arm held it out. As he did I saw it transform from ? into a small piece of paper. It was about 5"x8" and held so that the long end was perpendicular to the ground. It also had a faint water mark that lived up to its name by rippling on the page. The page also moved like it was blowing in the wind. There was no text on the paper. I understood that the guardian wanted me to sign this contract and again I objected because I felt like I had already done all that should be required to finish this task. "You mean like a contract?!...for something I've all ready done"

I woke up soon after.

Key:
{Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate

Black .... Dream body/narative text

(Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc

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{This one is from last night.... 02 June 2012... Have posted an earlier fragment from same night}

(Lucid.... ??WILD with FA?? or WILD fail ---> DILD
Failed a WILD... I got to HI, visualised a scene of being at a fireworks display to have somewhere to goto
(Lots of the colour Orange and Yellow in the bonfire I imagined!!!)
but couldn't transition to full dream scene, gave up & went to sleep, ended up in DILD)

I’m in a mobile phone store (Orange), sat on a tall 'trendy stool' at a tall fake wood effect table.
The assistant (female, shoulder length natural blond) sat opposite me is pointing to important clause(s)
on the contract paperwork in front of me, and verbally stressing a few points
I'm not really reading the paperwork, instead I'm looking at the assistant, nodding my head, acknowledging what I'm being told... (shes pretty!! BTW)
I'm told the usual stuff about my talk plan.. Which I say I'm happy with, then ...
I'm told something about "blah blah blah section 921 of your agreement covers the Orange LUCIDITY subscription you've added, and how to access these services"
I said something like... "Yeah Yeah, I'm all OK with that... I think I know how it works, and what I'm doing..."
I laugh out load and say... "For all I know I could be dreaming right now"

I look down, and sign the paperwork... Then I try to REALLY read bits of it, but the words keep on 'evolving' and make no sense!! <LUCID>
(The feel of the stool I'm sat on, the table and the paper under my hands, and the warmth from the stores' pin-spot lights above me are my 'grounding points')
I look up again. The assistant doesn't acknowledge my 'I could be dreaming' comment, but instead tells me about
"ringing 921 from your handset for customer services"..
The assistant then gives me a copy of the paperwork and wishes me well in a "bye for now.. good luck" kind of way

I leave the store, and walk along the street a while. I walk along a normal street, then a tree lined avenue.
I find a bus stop, with four men and two women who are waiting at it...
... I decide it would be good to question them about dreams, and if they know they are in a dream...
... I talk to them for a while.. The different people have different 'individual' reactions...

A couple of them seemed hostile & annoyed that I suggested that "you are a figment of my imagination in a dream. You dont really exist"
... One tried changing the subject to his tropical fish?!?, the other hissed something about "Dealing with crazy people"
One of them blankly ignored me..
One of them thought it was funny, and laughed at it (but still evaded answering)
One of them acknowledged she was in a dream, but seemed more concerned what will happen to her when I wake..
One of them acknowledged he was in a dream, and he found it interesting... We engaged in a little conversation over it

I'm too busy chatting (& winding up) the DC's ... Soon it just goes fogs out to black

In an effort to make my dreams more vivid, I experimented by taking two 100mg tablets of vitamin B6. I didn't really notice any change as far as my dreams being more vivid.

I recall having several dreams last night, some being easier to remember than others. All I remember of my first dream is being talked to about some kind of paper or contract. It has to do with something from work and it concerns my union. A man was telling me and my co-workers about the contract and that if we sign it, it would be a good thing but that we would be going against the rules of the company (or country) and would be in danger of going to jail. Despite the threat, in my dream I was one of a few guys who signed their paper.

My second dream was kind of weird. Me and some friends, which included Ron Weasly from the Harry Potter movies, had a small backpack filled with explosives which somehow accidently got mixed up with the backpack of a kid who was on a field trip with his class. He and his classmates were in three inflatable rafts which are tied together and drifting single file down a small creek. The teacher is in the lead raft. We are communicating with the boy who has our backpack via a walkie talkie. Ron somehow sneaks onboard the middle raft without being noticed and tells the boy, who is in the raft bringing up the rear, that "there are 75 lbs of explosives inside that laser." By laser, I think he means a flashlight or toy or something, not a real laser.

In my last dream, I find myself drving past an assortment of odd looking buildings that, from the road, look like large souvenir shops. I remember having talked to an old lady (Grandmother type) who wanted me to pick up some kind of magazine that one of the shops sells. Suddenly, I'm inside one of the shops, walking around looking at all the items on the shelves and also keeping an eye out for the magazine. The floor is uneven and I walk down a wooden ramp into one section where a woman designs, makes and sells wedding dresses. There are some magazines on a rack, but the title of the magazine is different from the one my friend wanted, so I leave them alone. The woman is in a small room or office talking to someone, and I remember wanting to hurry through there before she sees me and comes out because I'm afraid she might think I'm wanting to buy something from her. Thankfully the next section of the store has western wear, boots, etc., stuff that is more suited for men and I'm hoping that the woman will see that I'm still walking and not follow me. I'm heading for a section in the very rear of the shop when another section off to the right catched my eye because it's full of some of the most beautiful furniture I've ever seen. There is a display of circular coffee tables in the middle of the room. Each one seems to have been carved out of a single block of wood and each one is different. One has horses (bucking broncos?) which are holding up the top of the table. Another one has a train. Each table is polished to such a high gloss shine that they seem to almost be glowing. That is all I remember because that's when I woke up.