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This is again a daily entry of what I dreamt this morning, 13 August 2012.

Somehow, somewhere, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead was very real. I sat observing the scene unfolding around me. I fully expected Howard Roark, the renegade architect, to rape Dominique Francon. It was expected. Really, it was just that.

I awaken sometime around 8:10 am. Falling back asleep for a brief period of only about 30 minutes.

A former friend of mine was angry with me for some reason. It seemed that he didn't want me talking about his ex-girlfriend.

I discover this apartment building on a quiet busy intersection, somehow reminiscent of basketball and laundry. I'm at the basement of what looks like my house, trying to connect to the Internet, and it was late morning.

Now I'm in my geography class again, expected to complete about three assignments, and after asking around apparently one of them was due yesterday. Gasp! The latest one, somehow, is due July 19th, which is apparently in the future.

I sit down to talk to this girl, who seemed to enjoy talking to me all year, and we were discussing something other than all these overburdening assignments.

Suddenly, something makes me realize this is all a dream. People around me continue to walk about, producing a strange and loud din.

I try to close my eyes and change the scenery. It doesn't work, as the talking is too loud. So I close my eyes even harder shut, and plug my ears in attempt to drown out all awareness of the surroundings.

Immediately, I'm rushed into this big portal, finding it hard to open my eyes again, not because it's too bright out here or anything. I "see", or visualize, swarms of a tunnel or whirlpool escorting me at a sudden speed.

What I see next disappoints me. I have awoken in my room, and it's morning.

Something is a bit strange here. The blinds are fully closed, but golden sunlight is pouring into the room, as though it's about 7 am or earlier. A plaque on my wall is directly ahead of me, instead of slightly to the right.

A book appears in my hand, and I'm turned to one of the first few pages, around page six, or maybe nine. It quotes page 1212 of the Qu'ran, possibly suras 7-12, emphasizing 8-9. It talks about relationships, but the large block of text near the bottom of the page on the right is rather condensed and uncited. It's highly reminiscent of something. I decide to record all this down before I forget.

I rush to the cupboard and shelf, eager to write things down on paper in my physical dream journal, under August 13. I know what date it is. Suddenly...

I wake up. My lucid dream had partially succeeded, only I had forgotten to do any reality checks and thus was fooled into thinking a dream was waking life. I rise to go to the bathroom, go to sleep without remembering much of a dream, and then wake up around 11 am, after which I go back to sleep, have a 10 minute dream, and then awaken again to begin my day.

I was stirred out of sleep this morning by my roommate doing dishes at 6:30 in the morning... Extremely unappreciative of this rude awakening, I got out of bed and turned to a Terence Mckenna video to settle me down. After realizing that I wasn't going to get easily back into sleep, I decided that now would be a good time to try to get lucid.. so I proceeded to attemt wake back to bed, which I think I intuitively mixed with MILD, because I ended up visuallizing what I wanted to get into.

I must say that I worked out fairly well. Once I was in the dream, that didn't really come on like an offically defined WILD because I didn't get any audio or visual effects as I entered the dream. It was more of a haze, and I was in the dream without realizing it. So when in the dream I became aware of myself and to check it, I looked down at my hand to see if my reality check would have changed, and it did as in my first lucid experience... mathy equations and drawings that I didn't pay too much attention to. As I checked my hand, which would usually have to word dream written on it, I felt like I wasn't' completely in control. Everything I did was more intuitive than controlled. But it still felt lucid, though blurry and unclear.

So my second lucid dream was nothing really that impressive to me. Before I had been in the dream I visualized being at the beach. And so that's where I ended up! One I did my reality check I noticed that this TA for my geography class was there, and it was my intention to go over to him, but I just acknowledged him really and turned around looking for something exciting to do. The best I could come up with was flying so I took off, unafraid and went soaring through the clouds. And here is where I lost this one...

The second part of this lucid experience was what I would consider as my third lucid dream. But really I can't remember the bulk of it. I went to do a second reality check and that my memory just lost the rest. It's a couple hours since I woke up so it just dissolved along with the other dreams I fell into afterwards.