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I'm wearing my panda hat, and keep walking up and down this place I'm at. I'm trying to avoid these adults for some reason. They'll tell me to get to the room were everyone is going, so I keep acting like I have shit to do. I decide to go into the bathroom to pretend I have to use the restroom. The whole time my panda hat keep falling off to the ground and I don't feel it until I randomly realize it's not on my head and have to run and retrace my steps to find it before someone jacks it. I get into the restroom and there's not light, just daylight from outside so it's kinda dim. There's a human at the mirror doing something, I pay them no attention and try to find a stall, but they're all dirty or the stall doors are too short or somethings wrong with them in some way, so I decide to exit the bathroom but from the other door. I walk out and begin walking to this restaurant/gas station type things because I see that there's a lot of people loitering. I drop my hat a few times on the way, and I enter through the side glass door, my friends boyfriend runs up to me looking panicked carrying his girlfriend in his arms and with his hand over her heart. He pleads for me to help her, make her breathe again. So I put my left hand on her heart and turn my head away for some reason feeling disappointed, and after a few seconds she begins to breathe and slowly awakens dazed. He asks me how I do it, and I say "we're shy around each other is all", then I get up and walk back out the door I came in from. I walk down towards the bathroom again not knowing where I should go for sure, then I realize my hat had fallen off my head again, I panic and run around to find it but sudden;y a huge crowd is all around me trying to get places some going left some going right, and I can't see where my hat went. I see this woman with a panda hat in her hand, I run over and snatch it from her and run, Then I realize it's not mine because this one is really dirty and my names isn't on the inside tag, so I return it to her and apologize. Then I see this woman come to the view through the crowd and she has a panda hat bright white clean like mine, and she gives me this fearful look like I caught her and she starts to make a run for it, but I snatch it from her and she tries to get it back but I yell at her that it's mine and then I begin to question whether it is mine so I look at the inner tag and see my name written on it in my sisters hand writing and I yell "HA!" at the woman and she looks busted and I walk off and put it back on my head and finally hold on to it better through the paw pockets, but now everyone walking passed and towards me are giving me dirty looks.

02/16/14***
Quick entries...at least for now.
Had a good vivid dream featuring my son about 12 years younger than now. So cute!

Had all 3 LDs late in the morning after getting over the hump of short dreamlets and mostly dreamless period where my awareness usually starts to wane.

Felt like a breakthrough on a new WILD technique for me. Similar to a few things I have tried before but with the addition of a kind of self hypnosis to put me in a relaxed but aware state. I was basically interacting with both HHs and actual stimuli. My wife moving around in bed I turned into Girl Friday getting into bed. That turned into the first lucid where I was in a bathtub with her we were both naked and I was feeling all over her and we were having intercourse I changed positions to pull her right leg over my left leg. She seemed to get smaller and her face became distorted as I focused on it. I continued kissing her though as we had sex.

Second LD, DILD inside sports arena getting ready to play. Red John is on our team this time...unusual. I am late and they are starting to play and I think about going out there without all of my equipment and then I realize I am dreaming I can just go without or...and I end up just putting everything on instantly. Our team scores as I'm coming out on the field and I decide to fly up for some celebratory sex with a woman in the stands. I think this is fun! Next I will go out there and score fantastically and I do; it is so much fun! I fly back up into the stands and look for my type. She is sitting in a skirt with nothing on underneath and we immediately go at it! Fade back to bed.

A bit later I have cool false awakening turned DILD where I am in a bedroom/office and I complete one last task and I look at the time and realized that I worked 38 minutes longer than I intended to. I turn around and the sun is shining blindingly through the window and I realize I am dreaming. The sun feels so vibrant on my skin but the light is a little too bright. I inch my way towards a bed just out of reach of the sun's glare and I restore my bearings. I turn around and there is another bed where the workstation just was. I look closely and see two feet overlapping each other but no one attached to them...at the head of the bed by the pillows! I find this cool instead of creepy and remove pillows to examine further. I touch the feet and they feel like feet, neither warm nor cool to the touch, maybe a little rubbery. I fade back to bed.

I'm walking down this street, it looks like somewhere in New York city. Then this double decker bus pulls up in front of me, and I stare at the side of it and zone out into and old film from like the 20's or 30's. I see a couple in topless car, and a crowd gathered around while it drives slowly cheering them on. In the car it looks exactly like jay-z and beyonce, but in old attire and hair style. They are important people in that era and not necessarily in a good way, they are driving down this exact street in New York that I'm standing. Then I zone back into the scene I was before, almost like I was in a trance. Now there's a woman standing there and she told me that is their doppelgangers, I ask her I f I had one, but she doesn't answer me and she returns to the bus and it drives away and I'm left tortured thinking about it.

I think I was Jesus again. If not, then some guy who can walk on water.

I start by walking through a crowd of people in a bazaar. They look like peasants and villagers out of a fantasy-themed video game, and I know a couple of them can be recruited to join my party if I have enough reputation. I'm also kind of shiny, and I have the sick and poor looking to me.

Eventually, I come across an intersection, but a train of pack beasts (cows, I think) are crossing, and I wait until they are done. Somehow, this goes on a really long time until I just decide to step over them in a single stride.

That stride takes me to the end of the bazaar, and suddenly, I'm on a ship sailing the seas. I'm also being chased by a naval fleet, so naturally I'm a pirate now. One of my pursuers get close, so I run out on the water and stick out my leg to trip a ship. And it works! This somehow turns the tides, so I move my ship around and engage in battle. I board a ship and duel the captain while my crew fights invisibly in the background (I've been playing Sid Meier's Pirates!, so don't judge).

There's a brief sweet and embarrassing scene here that's juxtaposed with the sight of the navy's retreat from their divine ass-kicking. I celebrate, but sadly, the dream fades.

Dream two and three aren't all that memorable, nor as vivid.

In dream two, I'm riding my motorcycle (missed MILD cue alert) through my dream interpretation of Seattle's SODO and Georgetown at night. I believe its snowing/raining, and I want to get home before I slip and crash.

In dream three, I see my grandfather on my mom's side -- who died before I was born and I have no idea what he looks like -- and we talked a little. I don't ever get a clear look at his face, nor do I really know what we chatted about. I think it's about medicine or health because of this gem of a gibberish line: "live eternally so you learn to be aware of the cat's retribution."

Wise words, Dream Grandfather-Ghost. Wisdom +1.

I dreamed I was Jesus.

Or maybe a Jesus-ian figure, for legal purposes and what not. I'm giving the famous Sermon on the Mount. There is a giant crowd, and I'm preaching under a large tree on top of a hill. I'm trying to give an uplifting message, but I also know via Dream-o-knowledge that there are people out in the crowd who is purposely/accidentally going to fuck it up for everyone else. So I keep tailoring my speech so that it can't possibly be misconstrued, but my Dream Jesus powers of mind-reading tells me it's not working.

I am tempted to smite them with God powers, but as I'm Jesus, I had to remain patient. This goes on for a bit before the dream fades.

My husband and I arrived at a Taste of ... (Insert name of town) event. (For those of you unfamiliar with this kind of event: it's a way for restaurants to advertise by selling samples of food in an outdoor street feast. Our church collaborates with the Business Improvement organization of our city in organizing one each year. In the case of our event, the proceeds go to a charitable organization.) We arrived but there was no one there other than a couple retirement-age ladies selling tickets. I said to my husband, the crowds must be just confined to in front of the actual booths. That's how it was last year, too. I hate that the good restaurants have a long line, and if one does not want to stand in line as long, the food of those restaurants is much worse."

My dream starts off at my old middle school. I'm in the girls gym locker room, and I'm laying on the cold cement. I notice there's shower water and some puddles on places on the cement as usual. I'm like disabled on the floor but I don't try to get up. The bell rings and suddenly a massive crowd of girls come from out of the corners of the lockers and head past me to the door exit. Some of them laugh at me, some of them pity me, some of them purposely walk on top of my body, while I'm trying to crawl, roll, and scoot away somewhere, anywhere through the crowd. I can't speak anything but whimpers and gibberish, my vision is as though I've been knocked out from a hit to the head. Finally I give up my efforts and drop my weight onto my back. I just watch the people go by with all there different motives, now some of them are pulling things from me, like yarn necklaces or something of the like. I see in the crowd this girl, she has short side swept hair under a black hood, her hair is black with silver highlights. I know she's different than the others, even though she walks amongst them. She gets closer then she sees me looking like shit covered in the mess from the wet cement. She pushes through the crowd to get to me and then she hurriedly drops to her knees and blankets her body over me shielding me from the irate crowd. I lay there stunned thinking why did this girl give up her position of fitting in, being on a level of walking with others to come down to the lowest outcast bottom with me? I can only whimper and say nonsense to her, she realizes people pulling things from my body and pulls the objects back for me, then she pulls and drags me out and away from the crowd to a vacant spot now outside under a tree shaded from the sun, and then just all of my body and mind finally rest and seems to recuperate.

I live in an unfamiliar apartment building. The hallways and elevators are very complicated. It's easy to get lost and disoriented. I'm riding the elevator, which is a huge freight elevator. Everything seems to be made of industrial cast iron, painted a gaudy pale blue. On the elevator are two young women, Asian, about my age. They are chatting with each other about nothing in particular. When we reach the bottom, there's an Asian man who is delivering furniture. One of the girls asks the delivery man when her oven will arrive. She seems upset because it's late. The man says today is Monday and it won't arrive until Wednesday. The problem is that the building is complicated and it slows down deliveries. I don't interact. I'm just observing.

I leave this scene and walk to a different part of the building, getting lost. I walk up a staircase. I pass by a guy. Blond hair and athletic with a backpack. He says hello and says we should get a beer another time. Okay, nice guy. I wonder through the hallways, trying to find my apartment.

I finally find my apartment. Anne is my roommate. She is very pregnant. She is wearing a black dress. Very sharp yet still appropriate for a pregnant woman. Just outside our apartment, there is a hipster-looking guy with a beard. He gets the attention of several tenants around him. He announces that he posted a bunch of photos on facebook of our building so that people will become more familiar with it and not be confused. This seems to please the crowd, which has somehow filled the hallways to standing-room-only.

The hallway is open to the outside and we can see across the street, there is a sports field. A small one, like a high school football field with a few grandstands. The mob in the apartment hallway becomes rowdy and we start doing things people do in the stands of a stadium. We do the wave, stomp the ground, chant, sing songs, and use noisemakers. It's fun for a while but I'm tiring of it. I just want to get to my apartment and find some quiet. I'm also concerned about Anne. I hope she's okay in this mob of people.

Nov. 11, 2012
6:00-8:00

I was the drummer in a rock band. We were at a concert in a theater, where I was drunk. I played really well. When the music was over, I jumped into the crowd a FEW times (as in I got back onto the stage and did it again :/). When the crowd caught me, they'd bring me to the entrance of the theater, then I'd leave with some person who was in the band.

The dream ended there.

I am with a group of friends at a movie theater. I feel like we're going to see something special like Harry Potter, or some fantasy flick. My group needs to do something before we head into our film and I know that if I don't go now, I will not be pleased with my seat. So I make some sort of excuse to do something like go to the bathroom or I just ninja my way in the door before anyone has time to notice. Suddenly I am in a large mass of people all trying to enter the theater. I struggle around for a bit but eventually find a good seat. Staring at the screen I notice my vision is blurry. This triggers nistant lucidity (for I wear contacts and glasses in real life). This was the internal dialogue that followed:

Do I have my contacts in?
Of course I do I'm at a movie theater.
I wouldn't go see a movie without vision.
I can't see the screen very clearly so I must be in a dream movie theater.
If I'm in a dream does my vision need altering?
Does it dpend on my lucidity?
Wait...OMG...I'm dreaming!"

*wakes up

I a m participating in some gathering. My mother is here. We sit on some sort of skateboard esque vehicle, on our butts. We slide down a windy forest highway, holding hands. My mom pulls me in closer to her, avoiding the traffic on either side of us.

I am in this house. I know it, but it's been a while. There are beds everywhere, as if the owners were accomodating many guests. I get the sense that this may be the last time I get to be here. Amanda C. is here. She is in a room that is failiar to me.
Two couches very close to each other.
Small room, crowded.
Low lit.
Electronics with their messy cords.
I lose my camera. Suddely it's night and I feel alone in the house. I'm not scared just anxious to know where everyone is. I walk around in the dark until I am upstairs. There is a large room just before two smaller rooms that are side by side. I don't think these rooms have doors. Only door frames. I enter the room to the right, and find someone is sleeping. I feel this is a young woman, one who lives here. The daughter of the owners possibly. I leave the room and house. I find myslef in a wooded area. I follow the sounds of talking, laughter and music. I find a crowd of people, some familiar. They all seem to be sitting on a raised platform of some kind. Like the bed of a semi-truck or a dock. My mom is also here. She is sitting on someone's lap, a man. She is glowing with happiness. I see my father and realize that this group is comprised mostly of musicians. It's dark and they are partying it up. I see Ryan H. up on the platform. I don't want to talk to him because
a) I dont think he'll remember me and
b) I just don't want the small talk right now.
There is a small black boy telling a joke. The joke has something to do with the 80's and the band New Edition. I pretend to laugh uncontrolably so Ryan doesn't think that I recognize him (oh dream logic).

Note: My father was a musician.

Okay, let's see how much of this I can still remember... I haven't really had the chance to type up this entry until now.

I was at home, in the living room. The keyboard was there, right where it used to be (it's been in my room for ages now, though). For the purpose of having more space for the crowd of people, I'm assuming, the one couch not facing the TV was missing, and the room was slightly bigger.

There was this rope hanging from the ceiling, and I guess the part about people pulling it was fairly important, but I can't remember much of that now.

What I do remember is Andrea, a girl I sort of work with over the summer, running up the stairs and saying to me, "I thought you were going to be tighter."

As with many a strange thing a DC has said, I understood her meaning perfectly, despite her rather odd choice of words. She was referring to me resolving to be stricter with my reward system for LDing.

Apparently, she wasn't referring exclusively to my reward system, but also LDing techniques in general, as I replied, "I am; I write down my dreams every morning."

There's a small gap here that I can't quite remember now, but I do remember seeing my friend Giana shortly afterwards. I looked down at my hand as an RC, took note of the extra finger, then told her I'd be right back because I had to go to the bathroom. Clearly, my subconscious still had control over dream-me.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I'd heard that touch was a sense that was often overlooked in dreams, so I decided to pay attention to how things felt - the door handle, the floor (I had bare feet), the light switch, even my jeans as I pulled them down; they all felt just as they would IWL, and the door handle and floor even felt somewhat cold.

I got so carried away with paying attention to tactile sensations that I unintentionally closed my eyes so I could focus more on this sense. Almost as soon as I did, I realized my mistake, and sort of freaked out a little, as my previous experiences with closing my eyes had almost always resulted in me waking up.

Well, I didn't exactly wake up right away. The dream abruptly changed to a weird post on some forum that doesn't exist... and THEN I woke up.

I'm at a school and I see so many people all over the place. Most of them I have never seen before. I'm sitting in a chair facing an entrance in front of me. It was daylight and I felt a little sad. I was talking to someone in front of me but I forgot who they were. Anyways, after a while, I see one of the girls I used to be friends with in high school standing in front of the entrance door in front of me. I was happy to see her again. But because she is mad with me in real life, I didn't think she felt the same way. I yelled out her name. "Quynh!" She turned to me and just stared. She didn't walk up towards me and I didn't walk up towards her. After this, I walked in to the exit to my left and started walking home. On my way, I've met so many different people and friends. I did feel a little cautious walking through this area. I kept a close eye on anyone who might seem dangerous. This street I was walking on was curvy and there were other people walking on this road to. On my way home, I didn't meet Jonathan, an old classmate who attended English class with me our senior year. So after a little bit more of walking, the dream ended.

After having (or remembering) four dreams that night, I thought I could take advantage of the following, longer REM periods and try out the WILD technique. But eventually I got scared by the thought of sleep paralysis and directed my thoughts to something else – the film “The Avengers” – to calm down. And this affected my next dream.

#005 | Meeting Thor | In the city | Day | Long

“MOVE! Everyone, get out of my way!”
A loud voice brought me back from my daydream. I was sitting alone in a lively street café and just finishing my sundae, as Thor (or rather: Chris Hemsworth dressed as Thor and acting like him, too), passed by – looking rather displeased. A bunch of noisy people followed him, and they got more as the people from the café noticed this special guest, got excited or curious and approached him, too. Thor, being visibly annoyed by that and feeling very uncomfortable with the situation, pushed them out of his way harshly. For a second there, I smirked because I’ve had to admit I was slightly amused by that - but also very angry at this man for threatening these people so roughly. I stood up from my seat as Thor was coming near and at the moment he glared at me I gathered my courade to confront him.
“HEY!”
He stopped (as well as the crowd) and looked kind of puzzled for the source of this call. “I’m here.” I remarked. Thor gave me a confused look, followed by a displeased one. “What?! I don’t have time for your-“ - “You’re threatening these folks pretty gruffly.” You could hear some whispers in the crowd. I didn’t really know what to say and felt incredibly stupid, but I just had to do something. “What?” – “See… I get it, you’re some sort of celebrity, but that doesn’t give you the right of being rude.” He came near, and seeing his huge guise I tried to back away from him, but my curiosity held me fixed at the point I was standing. He lowered his voice. “Look, all I want is some peace and quiet. But now I can’t go anywhere… since even more people seem to recognize me every day.” He sounded frustrated. So he didn’t want any harm, he was just feeling uncomfortable, I thought. My precious little thing. I internally shook my head. Did I just call this enormous creature “my precious little thing”? Geez, being a fangirl and a normal person at the same time is hard. “Okay… I’ll count to three.” He didn’t seem to understand me. “One…” But I couldn’t explain it in front of the crowd. “Two…” He and the people looked tense, because no one knew what was going on with this weird girl starting to count loudly. “Three!”
I grabbed his hand and began to dash towards a sideway, which was located right next to the main street. The people must’ve thought we’re heading towards the latter and went that way as we escaped from them. After a short chase scene I stopped and waited quietly to see if anyone was still following us. No one did and I finally was able to relax, leaning on the wall and gasping for air. Thor seemed to be completely fine and asked me if I was okay. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine…” He smiled and thanked me. After catching my breath I asked him what he was doing here (on earth). He replied that he wanted to look after the humans and the earth, but eventually got caught up in a whirlwind of activity, since a lot of people started to recognize and pursue him. I chuckled and told him that it’s because of a new piece of art called movie which tells the people a bit of the story surrounding him and Loki, his brother. “People enjoy this piece of art and talk about it, so they recognize you right away and want to talk to you out of admiration, I think.” – “Ah, I see…” He looked somewhat gloomy. “You were right. I was really inconsiderate.” I snickered and told him that it’s alright, and that they’ve probably already forgiven him. Then I invited him to go for a stroll down a more tranquil road.

Aaand~ I forgot what happened after that, again. In my DJ notes I speak of “classmates who are standing on the pavement and making fun of Thor”, an “adventure”, “Thor cleaning his hands with my sleeves”, the number “105” and “me and [one of my best IRL friends] gaining a lot of EXP”. If I can eventually make out what happened, I will edit this DJ entry.

Oh! I just remembered another scene. My classmates thanked me, my clothes were quite dirty and one of my friends (whom I look up to) dragged me to the side and praised me. She told me I proved to be a really great person and that everyone should be proud of me for doing what I did.
That was, or still is, such a nice dream memory! (Especially since I don’t have a lot of self-confidence and this boosted it. Kind of.) Plus, it gave me an example for how dreams can affect the attitude and thoughts of a person positively.
(But now I really want to know what I've done...)

I'm at the beach, standing up on a hill beyond the sand. Lots of people are down on the beach proper. Beyond the beach, I can see the blue ocean; on the beach is a scattering of palm trees.

B wants a bear dog, and we've decided to get one. It's big, with curly black hair, and thinner than I expected it to be.

I'm down on the beach with Ron. He's driving his son's massive old car - it's a big black sedan of some sort. It's ancient and falling apart. I think it only has 2 doors. Ron's got the car because his son is coming to live at home again.

I get the dog loaded in the back seat then get into the front passenger seat - Ron is driving. As we're driving, I'm trying to get my seat belt buckled, but it's not working. I look down at the buckle and can see loose springs and trash inside it. Ron is disgusted. I really want a working seat belt, so I climb into the back with the dog; unfortunately, the buckle back there has the same problem. I get each arm through a belt (5 point harness?) and hope we don't crash. Now, Frank is in the front seat where I'd been sitting.

We arrive at Ron's house - it's huge. While Ron takes the dog inside, I take the broken mower out of the trunk and take it out back, leaving it near a huge tree. There's some lawn debris piled up nearby.

I go inside the house and find Ron dealing with repair and mortgage people. If his son can get the car and mower into the repair place by Monday, then he can roll the repair costs into his new mortgage.

B says something about the dog having puppies. I'm surprised - I thought the dog had been spayed/neutered and ask about it, but she doesn't respond.