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I was sitting on the sidewalk with a guy eating Chinese food. He was sitting in a chair. I look at him and we share a common nod. Before I begin to day dream which led me to different dream scenarios before I came out of it and was back on the sidewalk sitting with the same guy.

I started thinking it's strange to be day dreaming on the sidewalk and now that I think of it not only did the day dream felt very real but I was somewhere else and was shock to be back here. I then realize I was dreaming as it didn't add up why I would be at the sidewalk eating with a random guy. I turn my attention to him and he gave me the same chilled smile. I fist bump him and we both look in to the distance eating Chinese food.

I started sensing something was off as it suddenly became night time instead of the evening. Immediately a guy drive in a car stop near us and started shooting everywhere. The guy in the chair and I knew this was bad and attempted to flee the scene as soon possible. I could hear the bullets coming closer to me so I figure this will probably wake me up for sure. I then wake up and said I had a lucid dream.

For some reason though I thought I had two lucid dreams before I then woke up again to a false awakening,

I'm walking down this sidewalk along a white picket fence. I get to this house that had large swing type gate and know i have to go in here, but as I'm turning the corner i guess i had my mouth open a bit and I feel something vibrating in my mouth. I lean over the sidewalk and keep trying to spit something out. It takes me 4 or tries and then things fall out of my mouth and onto the sidewalk. I kneel down to get a closer look, I see a bee on the ground missing one wing, and missing is black fur stripes like they were plucked out it just has the yellow fur stripes. I become grossed out that a bee was in my mouth and spit more trying to get anything left of it out. Then i look back down and the be and wonder why it didn't sting my tongue, and I begin to see it happening in my head and then think to stop thinking about it or it will happen, i imagine swollen tongue and not being able to breathe. Then I wonder why the bee didn't sting the roof of my mouth, and then I imagine the roof of my mouth swelling and me not being able to breathe and I try to stop thinking about it so it won't happen. Then I decide to assume the bee was already dying and had lost it's stinger previously. Then I look down at the bee again and itss yellow stripes aren't as vibrant as they were, now they've gone light brown, and its one wing is dark brown with holes, it seems dry and brittle now, and I realize there is now another bee next to it on the sidewalk, and I wonder had I spat that one out too. Then I get up and walk into the yard by opening the swing fence.

I was in my home. I went outside, and looked around. It was grim, dark afternoon. The sky was overcast. I saw my family. Everyone was waiting for me. I asked what's going on, and they told me that we have to drive somewhere. We drove on a highway. It was really high above the ground. Suddenly, I found myself on the road. I looked around. It was midnight. We had a huge car accident. I don't know why, but something told me to run away. I saw that there's a sidewalk on the highway, but my way back was blocked by huge piles of sawdust. I climbed up, and ran on the sidewalk.

On the way I charged through layers of sawdust. After a while I heard someone following me. It was a group of my classmates. They were laughing for some reason, and shouting after me. I felt a little frightened, and I knew that they meant harm to me. I was running. After a short while the sidewalk was closed by fence and barbed wire. I knew that I was close to some kind of medical research facility. A top secret govrnment project. I was still escaping from the ambush of classmates.

Interpretation: The ambush composed of classmates might show that I feel somehow opressed and anxious around them, which makes me try to escape from them.

Notes: Its a recurring dream, but this time I ran away from the accident site, and ambush. In the past I was running to the accident site after hearing about my family. Also, no ambush before.

Walking along a sidewalk in Germany, I'm trying to find my hotel room. The whole time, I am squirting a bottle of crack sealant into the sidewalk cracks with precision accuracy as a way of keeping track of where I've been so I don't get lost. I tell myself Hansel and Grettle did it, so it must be an effective method. I miss the street I should turn down, and the road enters some magical woodlands. Vibrant green trees everywhere, and a field filled with puff balls - white and gold. I wish I had a camera, but instead, burn the image into my mind before turning back.

Distracted by the crack sealant, I miss the turn again, and as I continue, the road takes me into a deserted desert town, with dry earth cracked all around me, and sand blowing in the hot afternoon under a very strong sun. I've definitely gone too far now, so I turn back again and go back up the road, still squirting crack sealant along the sidewalk so I don't get lost...

So I'm trying out a new method of trying to induce AP/OBE

Basically in summary (though there's a lot more meaning behind the steps)

1. I take a small nap for about 1 hour to 90 minutes.

2. Wake up, stay up for 30 minutes to an hour

3. Practice relaxing, which shouldn't be too hard since the Pre-Sleep will make my body relaxed.

4. When I realize I'm in a state of complete relaxation and different awareness, I'll pretend there's a rope that I'm climbing, and apply passive awareness combined with deliberate force to keep climbing until I feel the sensation that I'm "Out of Body" Or in a "Dream Body."

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Not sure if the dream recall pitched a bit because of it, but I'm going to keep it up.

I'll probably still do another WBTB with it, but just practicing these small steps first.

11.06.2012

Sex with Rich People Fetish (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a thread on DV where someone mentions how they feel when they have sex with rich people, sort of like a fetish thing.

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11.06.2012

The Green Chalk Board (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is being inside of a small classroom, and there was a guest speaker that was trying to explain to us a few things, but I remained passive and found the whole thing boring.

That was until he introduced something to the class that was actually interesting, and it enticed me to get up an interact with them. Some of the dream characters looked exactly like the main characters from the show "Recess."

It makes sense, since I was watching a MEP (Multi-Editor Project) video that involved using some song with clips from the show yesterday. The content was all on the green chalkboard, and I can't recall exactly what enticed me.

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11.06.2012

REM Cycle Graph (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up and noticed there's a REM Cycle graph that tracked my sleeping cycles for the night apparently, similar to IamCoder's program involving using mouse clicks to record when you sleep, and for how long you keep it up before hitting REM cycles.

It was on a white background graph, and the lines of data, or heartbeat type of lines were various colors of blue, and there were a few red lines as well.

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11.06.2012

Suena and Link (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Suena mentions a post about some link that makes her feel a certain way, then I was wondering if she meant link as in my username Linkzelda. After having thoughts of confusion circling around for a while, I finally realize she just meant link as in a website link.

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11.06.2012

The Sidewalk of Changing Events (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm walking on a sidewalk, mostly on the left side if you're looking at this screen. There's a lot going on, many people coming and going, many vehicles disappearing, and being replaced with new ones.

I turn around back and forth a few times, and realize that almost everything I do that, something changes in this environment. The atmosphere was neutral, gray colored and all, and it felt like morning or an afternoon with gray skies foreshadowing rain or something.

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11.06.2012

Random DV Thread (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's some thread I'm reading on DV, and there's a lot of members having conversations in it. To list a few:

f0rceez
Erii (I think)
Alyzarin
Linkzelda (me)

and a lot more, but I can't recall the rest. There were a lot of jokes exchanged and people recieving likes.

Other than that, I can't remember anything else.

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11.06.2012

Picture of Myself (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm looking at a picture of myself on a laptop, and I'm wearing a black shirt, and I have my hair at a low level like I do in waking life at the moment.

I put on a smile for whatever camera I'm talking the picture in, and I noticed my teeth don't belong on my face, it feels like I'm wearing someone's teeth. Maybe the teeth were just misaligned that made me presume that.

09.19.2012

Black Cyclohexane Bomb (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember for this one is that I'm walking in an environment that resembles the section at my University, which is the Blocker building. The skies are light gray, and I think I see Seiichi Yukimura from Prince of Tennis in spectator mode.

I remember seeing him from an angle from the bottom, and then looked up at him. The angle shifts back to a regular section, and I see mostly his upper torso and head now. He's holding a Black object that represents the skeletal structure of a Cyclohexane.

He's holding it very carefully with his right hand, he has his index finger and thumb on the side of it. I think someone tells me it's a bomb, but I don't really believe this.

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09.19.2012

Mark75's Taoism Class on DV User Forums (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I should've reality checked here, Mark75, teaching a Taoism class on the User Forums section. And this thread is SHOWING promise.

Oh man, I wanted to sign up, but something kept me back from joining in. A few members were really interested in the Course, and this reminds me of the Teaching section ShockWave just made recently.

Mark75 shows a link on where the signed up members can go to for activities for practice, and the text was perfectly readable, until the extension after the ".com/" that looked like a kindergartner doodled it in.

Loooool

Hahaha, Mark75, teaching Taoism, and I don't reality check, lovely.

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09.19.2012

Hot Blonde Rings My Doorbell (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

By doorbell, I mean doorbell, no sexual innuendos here!

I wake up and get out of my bedroom, I open the door, and I see it's daylight time in the dream. I didn't bother doing a reality check, and I realized that I'm only wearing tighthy whities like I do in waking life when I sleep.

Someone is ringing the doorbell, and I quickly move to the window covered with blinds to take a peek. It's a blonde female, about 5ft 4 inches tall, and she's wearing a long sleeved pink Tie dye shirt. She's also wearing light blue denim material short shorts.

I believe she has something contained in her hand, maybe a few sheets of paper, I can't remember exactly. I started to panic a bit, since I'm still peeking at her, looking down at her cleavage, and then to her shorts. She has her hair in ponytail that's balled up.

She looked so cute, and the fact that this dream replicated the outside of my apartment well, and the contrasts of her bright colors compared to the dull colors of blue, gray and black of the apartment exterior, it will made her pop out.

I gaze at her for a while, waiting to see her next move. I thought she would quit and move to the next door to my right. She rings the doorbell about 4-5 times now, and each one makes me more jumpy than I need to be. After waiting for a while, she decides to peek at the window.

Oh crap, awkward position, I was shifted the sky blue curtains to cover the exposed blind-spot of the window just like in waking life. It was kind of a really horrible attempt for me to show no one is in the apartment. I looked at the curtains below that were still moving a bit from me quickly grabbing it to hide from the blonde.

She says, "It seems someone is trying to make it look like no one is here....."

I kept my awkward pose of having one leg up and one arm on the curtain, and peeked through the blinds with my right arm to see she moved on to the next door to my right. She's fairly close to that door, and is maybe 1-2 feet away from the window, but she doesn't have any intention of glancing over my window one more time to possibly see me peek at her.

She rings the doorbell of the other door, and I take that moment to stare down at her ass. I look at the curves of her rear, and the denim type short shorts she's wearing is just killing me...I tried to hide away from THAT??!?!?!?

You are stupid?!!?!?!?!?!

After a while, I realized the curtains were not there anymore, and this makes me jump even more. I realized the blonde in the pink long sleeved Tie dye wasn't there anymore, and a different blonde, who looks like she's in her 30s is wearing a light blue dress shirt tucked in, and is probably wearing a generic dress skirt or something.

I didn't bother to pay attention to the details of her outfit, but I knew she had long, curvy, beautiful blonde hair. It seems she's looking at the window, and she's looking at me.

I freak out, but then I realized....this window must be one of those that's tinted on the outside, so people can't see what's inside, but you can see what's outside safely. Either way, I wanted to run back to my bedroom because for some odd reason, hot females are suddenly dangerous.

YOU ARE CONFUSING ME, I'm confusing myself, Me confusing me, level of mind-rape is too much.

Maybe I was socially awkward because I thought they were going to try and influence me to go to some church or buy their cookies....

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09.19.2012

Lemon and Strawberry Cake (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking outside at an area that looks like I would be on my way back to my apartment from being at the Biochemistry Department. It's bright outside, trees on the right of the sidewalk, though I didn't see any construction going on the left side of the sidewalk.

I believe I'm holding fairly long plastic containers, and I had a feeling I ate a lot of whatever it was inside of them. I go up to this randomly generated Asian female near a wooden bench, and showed her the plastic containers and opened them up.

Inside were Lemon cake slices in one container, and Strawberry Cake slices in the other. I told her,

"I only ate like....3."

Yeah right....more like 12.

I can't remember much after that, other than the Asian female talking with another female I can't really identify too well.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out walking on a sidewalk in a residential area. The road I was on went down a steep slope and up another steep slope, making a kind of U- or V-shape. I was near the bottom, heading up the "left" side of the U. The houses on the street were all nice, and the curbs seemed to be pretty well lined with tall, leafy trees. There were a lot of cars parked out along the curbs. There also seemed to be a decent amount of car traffic.

I may have stopped as I was going up the slope. I may have turned around. I may have felt some kind of despair, as if I didn't know where to go.

Suddenly a greyish Mercedes-like car passed me going down the slope. I suddenly had a note on a piece of paper in my hand. It said something like, "MY and LJ are coming for you. You are going to live with us now." (MY and LJ are two people I talk with on another website.)

I knew that the Mercedes had come from MY and LJ. I continued walking down the slope, hoping to get a glimpse of the car again. I heard a voice call my name from across the street. I looked over to see the grey Mercedes now parked. A few people were standing outside the car.

The person who had called my name waved at me. I recognized her as L, MY's mom. She was kind of tall, a tiny bit overweight, and had kind of pale skin and long, black hair. She wore a kind of loose-fitting tank top of a crepe-like material, colored with vivid blue, green, red, and possibly purple and white blotches against a black background. She also may have worn white pants.

I crossed the street to L. I knew that if I was going to live with MY, that L would be my mom, too. There was probably another woman, who I probably thought of as LJ's mom. LJ might have been there, too, possibly as an adult man or woman. There was also a tall, thin man with tough, tan skin, a big, grey beard, and kind of balding head of long, grey, wiry hair. The man wore a dirty, grey tank top and light grey slacks.

I was wondering when I would finally get to meet MY. L lifted up a car seat, which was just sitting by the car on the road. In the seat was an infant girl, dressed in a white onesie with pink trim and a pink bib. I held the car seat, with the baby inside it. I didn't know who this baby was. I knew there was another baby nearby, wearing the same outfit, except blue.

The car seat seemed to be sinking down in my arms, toward the ground, as if I were losing my ability to hold it. L may have also said she thought it was time for me to put down the baby, or I may have thought it would be a good time for me to put down the baby.

But just as I was sitting the baby down, she began sucking at one of my nipples, through my shirt. She wasn't trying to nurse from me (I don't know what she would have gotten out of a guy's nipple). She was doing something more like telling me she wanted me to keep holding her.

Dream #2

I was in "my apartment." I walked out of the apartment, into the hallway. There was a tall, young, white man in the hallway. He may have walked into my apartment. I don't know if he walked back out. I went back into my apartment, into the kitchen, which was just off from the front door.

Dream #3

I was in a cafe that kind of looked like a bar. It was big, as big as a restaurant, and it was made with lots of dark wood. I sat in a small, two-person booth at the front of the restaurant, right across an aisle from the front end of the service counter. In front of me, beyond my booth, was a big set of shelves stacked with free newspapers. Just beyond that was a huge front window-wall, as big as one that might be seen at the front of a grocery store.

The place may have felt and sounded busy. At one point, a customer seemed to be arguing with or yelling at the guy behind the service counter.

An Asian woman, maybe in her late 30s or early 40s sat down across from me at my booth, without asking, and even kind of forcibly and abruptly. I was a little offended, but I just decided to act like she hadn't done anything unusual.

I looked at her face and realized she was a famous author. (I may have thought of her as the famous -- male -- physicist Michio Kaku.) I was kind of surprised that someone so famous would want to sit with anybody. I figured she'd be so hounded by fans that she'd treasure any moment she could get alone.

The woman had slammed her coffee down at sat down. But now she jostled up, kind of impatiently, out of her seat. She grabbed some sugar from a stand near the newspaper shelves and came back. She irritably stirred her sugar, slopping her coffee out of the cup. It suddenly seemed like there was a mess of coffee stirrers, sugar wrappers, napkins, sugar, and coffee everywhere.

For a moment, things seemed to be silent. I thought perhaps I should talk to the author. Maybe she'd sat with me because she'd wanted to talk with me. And I apparently was a fan of her work. So I thought I'd have something to ask her. But I was afraid to talk to her, thinking she would just think of me as another big fan.

Now another customer was yelling at a guy, probably a different guy, behind the service counter. This time it definitely sounded like the customer was upset because the food he had ordered was in such bad condition that the man couldn't have it. All of this kind of food had been wrecked for the day. The customer was really upset. He left.

For some reason this all sounded really interesting to me. I stood up to ask the worker what was going on. The author, thinking she should follow my "good actions," as if I had been acting out of concern, quickly stood up and came with me to the counter.

I asked the worker what had happened. The worker was tall, white, kind of skinny, with shaggy, brown hair and pale eyes. He wore a dark baseball cap and probably a dark polo shirt with thin, green stripes.

The worker just responded, "Well, he just got annoyed. You know how ----- (another worker) always has that saying of his? 'If you gotcha, then mmm... gotcha!'"

I now saw a torn piece of notebook paper with this saying written sloppily on it in black ink. The quote was upside down to my view. I understood that the worker had repeated this quote often enough that he was really starting to tick all the customers off.

I now went up into some upstairs area in the cafe. I opened a door and found myself at the back of a performance space. It was just a kind of long, narrow featureless room. It was all dark, except at the front area, which served as a stage, and was lit with normal, incandescent stage lights. The audience didnt't seem to have any chairs. There were a lot of people, but they all seemed to be sitting on things like big cushions or wooden cubes.

The performers were a small rock band, led by a female singer. The song began. It was very distinctive. It had a really nice, sad sound and some interesting harmonies. The song made me look closer at the woman. She was kind of short and thin. She wore a bright turquoise sundress. She had lightly copper-tan skin and blonde-brown hair in a semi-beehive. She wore big, wide, wrap-around sunglasses.

I thought I'd recognized this singer. So I walked up toward the front of the audience, to a group of my friends. They were all young, Indian or southeast Asian guys and girls, with darkish skin. They were dressed in jeans and t-shirts. I asked them, "Isn't that Atilia?" (Atilia Haron, a Malaysian pop singer I like.)

One guy said, "No. This girl sings this song. It's called Pelita. It's for this movie. There's a flyer up front." (Pelita is a song by another Malaysian group called A.P.I.)

The concert seemed to be over. My friends and other people in the audience were leaving. I walked up to the front, kind of in a hurried, crouching fashion, as if the concert were still going on and I didn't want to get in people's view, as well as wanting to get back to my friends quickly.

There was a painted bench up front. There were two stacks of flyers on it. Both flyers were the size of regular pieces of paper. One flyer had a background like a deep blue, starry sky. The flyer was advertising something about the cosmos. The word "Cosmos" may have been in the title. The event was either a lecture or a film.

The second flyer advertised the band. It was white, with some kind of yellow framing fading in and out of the background. There was a kind of art-nouveau design of a bird like a phoenix, done in heavy, black lines, with bright colors in the spaces between the black lines.

The woman's name was at the top of the page. The first name was something like Nfemini or Nefmini. The second name was something like Salmani or Salyami. I got the impression that the woman was either Egyptian or Israeli.

Dream #4

I was in a cafe. I was sitting in a front area. But then I got a phone call. So I decided to walk to a back area to talk.

The back area seemed to be behind a partition like a backless bookshelf full of books. The back area was dark, lit as if from a single incandescent bulb on the floor somewhere. There were some tables in the room and a leather bench with tables along the right wall. There were a lot of people around.

I sat in the bench. I sat right next to some bookbag or backpack without thinking of it. I started talking with the person who'd called me. But just as I was starting to talk, a young man walked toward me. I realized that the backpack was the man's. I had inadvertently sat in his seat.

So I got up and sat at one of the tables in the room, continuing to talk with the person on my phone. I had the thought that it had been good, after all, that I'd moved to one of the tables. A phone conversation at the bench would distract too many people, including the young man.

Dream #5

I woke up in "my bedroom." I was on a tall bed, under a whole bunch of blankets. The room seemed to be nice but small and really cluttered. A lamp was on on a small dresser near the head of my bed. It made a bright, kind of yellowy light.

I rolled out of bed and walked through the cluttered room. To the left of the door was a random box, on top of which was a huge, plastic package of diapers. Diapers may have been spilling out of the container. There may actually have been diapers scattered all over the room.

I don't think I was "myself." I seemed to be a tall, kind of thin, but muscular, white man, kind of easygoing, walking and thinking with a bit of a swagger that I definitely don't have in waking life.

I went into the bathroom. I got out of the shower (apparently I had taken a shower). I was drying off. I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I thought, for some reason, that maybe I should just put on a diaper and pee in that, instead. That thought really turned me on, for some reason. But I didn't really think it was a good idea to just go walking around in a diaper.

Suddenly I was either putting a diaper on or taking it off. It seemed completely shredded, for some reason, and there seemed to be all kind of layers to the diaper. One layer seemed like thin, clear plastic-wrap. Another layer was a kind of porous material, like the tops of tennis shoes.

Monday, April 4th, 2011

I am walking through a city with my dad. It's sunny out. The buildings are in the style of some clock tower. I don't see my dad, but I know he's there. I see Roger Zare walking through the city on a sidewalk. I run up to him, because in real life, I've met him before. I say Hi and he just stares at me weird, like he's never met me before. He says Hi back, but just keeps on walking...

Notes...

I might have actually been on some college campus.

The grass was very green and it was a "perfect" day.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was possibly in a classroom. All the desks were arranged in a circle. The room was lit with kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. The class or meeting had ended, and everybody was headed out of the room. The room was empty as I left it.

There was a boy somewhere behind me. He was blonde, well-groomed, with a kind of effeminate bearing and voice. He had said something in class, and now he asked me, "Was I rude when I said that?"

I wanted to say yes, but I thought that would be wrong. So I said, "Well, you work so hard that nobody would think you were just plain rude. But people might think you were defensive."

Dream #2

I was walking along a sidewalk in a residential part of town. It was a sunny day, but there was snow on the ground. The snow had been cleared from the sidewalks and streets, but it was still piled up around the curbs and the grassy areas between the sidewalks and curbs. The snow piles were all wet and slushy from the sun.

I was apparently heading to a dance class (?). But, as I crossed a street and then walked past a glass-walled bus stop, I felt a bad headache and decided not to go to class. The headache was like a hard, concrete-like feeling in the back of my head. My eyes also felt sunken in, and I had a real drop in energy.

But I also felt like if I didn't go to dance class I would teach my teachers and classmates a lesson, as if they had done something to insult me and now I was paying them back.

I was apparently walking a few blocks, up a mild slope, to a train stop, possibly for one of the red trains, maybe the 2-train. I walked past either a college campus with red brick buikdings or a block of very nice, red-brick houses. There were tall trees shading the sidewalks.

A couple of tall, young, beautiful people were walking close behind me. The neighborhood may actually have been moderately busy with people overall. The people were joking about something they had done to a friend or colleague of theirs. They had taken something of his. When he got upset about it, they wondered why he could be so sensitive.

I passed another (or the same?) glass-walled bus stop. I now had in my left hand two bags from fast food restaurants. The first bag was from Dunkin' Donuts. It was a coffee. The second bag was from somewhere else. It was food, maybe even a donut.

I was getting close to the subway station. But suddenly I was in a vehicle like a big minivan. I was in the van with a few other people who acted or looked like subway passengers. The van was driving down concrete ramps that looked somewhat like ramps connecting different platforms in a subway station.

We kept going down. The area we were driving through looked like a mix between a subway station and a mall. There were stores like department stores and drug stores all through the corridors.

A big, muscular, kind of pale, white man who looked like a soldier sat somewhere across from me. But he also seemed, at times, to be driving this vehicle.

He told me and a couple other passengers, "When I'm driving a train, and they tell me we have to be delayed, I let everybody know exactly what's going on. I tell them, we'll be here for 28 minutes, and I countdown, and so on. That way people know.

"Some people like to keep passengers in the dark about what's going on. I think dispatch does, too! But I don't. When people don't know what's going on, they feel like the train will never start running again."

The man stopped the vehicle. We were really deep down by now. I saw the subway train off to the left. The front of it had a side door, like for a semi truck, which was swung open. I understood that the man was going to conduct the train.

I jumped out the left side of the van, but I landed outside on the right side of the van. For some reason I was worried about whether I had jumped out fast enough. I thought if I was too slow, the soldier would be impatient with me.

The area down here was also like a mall, and there were a lot of people lounging around like they would in a mall. I saw two big drugstore-like stores, one of which may possibly have been a bookstore. I thought that I might need to go to the store before I got on the train.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I stood before a doorway. The doorway was open, and it let in a lot of bright light. I was in some building like a recreation center. It felt kind of small. I also feel like I was in some kind of small town, but I can't say for sure.

Before me stood a few of the boys I used to do a volunteer project with. The boys were all dressed in white. I was talking with them about something. To illustrate my point, I asked the boy on the far left of the group, "How old are you now? 13?"

The boy seemed to be embarrassed by my question. I realized I had gotten the boy's age wrong by a year, and that still being too young or now being too old for something in particular was very important to the boy.

I laughed a bit in my embarrassment. I apologized and hugged the boy. I then realized that he'd probably think I was an idiot for hugging him. So I apologized for that too. The boy laughed and patted me on the back. He said the whole thing wasn't such a big deal.

Dream #2

I was walking down the street at night in a neighborhood that looked very much like my neighborhood. I was crossing the street and turning right along a corner. I sensed some man following me. I could tell he was going to try to rush up and attack me.

I kept track of the man's shadow. The shadow looked strange: long, and thin, more like one or two lengths of bendy sheet metal than a human form. As I sensed the man getting closer to me, I veered off the sidewalk. My plan was to cross over a small bank of snow and get some distance from the man so I could keep an eye on him and figure out exactly what he was doing.

But as I veered off, the man called my name. I may have stopped walking and looked back at him. For some reason, my hand was on a bicycle's handlebars. The man grabbed my hand. I got a good look at him. He was a black man with a kind of thin face, a shaved head, and thin eyeglasses. He wore a white hooded sweatshirt.

The man may then have lunged at me to attack me.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was walking along the left sidewalk of some neighborhood during the day; there was a flat wooden fence on my left, the road on my right, and then another fence. Beyond the fences were houses and trees. The road didn't have yellow markers on it, as it usually doesn't in my dreams.

Two of my classmates were walking with me. As we walked, two boys passed us on the sidewalk across the street, not looking at us. They were pretty fat! Both were wearing grey t-shirts and baggy jeans, and the one in front was taller than the one walking behind him, who was probably only around four feet. This guy in the back was wearing a brown baseball cap, and rapping or doing some weird thing. One of the people I was walking with came up to me and I recognized her as one of the people I don't like. I mentally questioned why I was with her, but I didn't become lucid.

She said pretty much out loud, "that guy's probably one to shoot you if you start making fun of him," and then continued to make fun of him. "Yo, yo, yo," she added mockingly in a deep voice, louder this time. The boys didn't even look at us even though she was shouting now.

This is one of my
Five-Star Lucids

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
My friend dared me to try writing an understandable message in my next lucid dream, so I decided to make this a priority instead of my current lucid goals.

The dream began with me standing out on the sidewalk. I was in an area of the city that looked very much like the photograph below, standing on the sidewalk to the far right. I edited the photo to contain the colors and atmosphere of the area as well.

There were only three or four people, I realized, as I scanned the area. Almost immediately I knew that I was dreaming, but I was a bit skeptical (as with many mid-level lucidities) so I looked at my hands. This reality check failed, as both of them only had five fingers that looked close to normal. I then did the nose-plug reality check, however, and it worked perfectly.

I looked around, dream-spinning slowly to prevent the dream from destabilizing. I saw the buildings beside me and a person standing behind me, looking uninterested. I then remembered the task my friend told me to try out in a dream, so I turned around to look beside me, expecting a sandbox to be there. It was small, around sixteen square feet in area, but it would work. I picked up a long stick I summoned just by reaching down and "knowing" it would be there, and began to write in the sand.

I improvised what I would write down. The lines the stick made were wider than they should have been, but I still managed to spell something out. The letters looked like letters, which turned into words that looked like words:

"Yo, this is rad" in capital letters.