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*** Note: My Art II class was assigned to research a Mississippi artist so that we could give a ten-minute presentation on him or her, and I chose a woman named Dot Courson. Funny to note that my teacher told us that if we could get the artist to come to the school and speak in front of our class we did not have to speak at all. After taking a public speaking class during my freshman year, I'm no longer very terrified of giving presentations, but I really didn't care for the project itself at all and so I was the least prepared out of all of my classmates. Considering this, even I didn't want to give a presentation.

Happy ending: My PowerPoint got lost among all of the others and so my teacher couldn't find it! I don't have to give the presentation, but I do have to go to her class as soon as I get free time to take a test.

Here's Dot Courson's profile, if you're curious: http://dotcourson.com/

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Friday, October 11, 2013

Dot Courson comes to visit me in my home in Ucon. Apparently Mrs. Tucci had contacted her and told her that I would be doing the presentation, and so Mrs. Courson would present herself for me.

Date: Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Emotion before deaming: Calm
Emotion after dreaming: Calm--maybe a bit accomplished
Thoughts: Oh screw it, I'll try out this WILD technique tomorrow. I just wanna go to bed.
Time spent sleeping: 12:00 AM - 5:30 AM
Note: Sorry for the crap-writing in this one! I'm on the run so I can't bother to proofread it now.

I'm sitting down on the floor in the corner (as if it was Christmas time) of the trailer that looked as if it was the one that my family and I lived in back in Ucon. It's been forever since we've eaten real spaghetti and my father asks me if I would be willing to give it a try if he "cooks it right." Despite my distinct hatred for spaghetti, I agree, and then I go back to my room to look up how in the world I'm supposed to make an Iron Man costume.

(If you're curious, then the wikiHow article that I found in the dream told me that I needed a pair of red pajama pants and a shirt from some superhero that I've never heard of.)

It's fairly early in the morning and so I go outside to walk around. The sun hasn't even come up yet and so the entire world is lit with a dim reddish color that you can only find during the early hours of daylight. Nothing is strange or "off" in anyway but I'm happy, and so I think--in a joking manner, of course--that if there's a giant cat of the jungle behind me then I am definitely dreaming.

Well, amigos, guess what was behind me, pretty as a painting?

Boy, was I surprised! I hadn't even expected anything to happen, so I felt a mixture of mild excitement, mostly shock, and a dash of fear (for the love of God there's a cougar right there and it's not moving!). Without a doubt, I was dreaming. I willed myself to rise a few yards in the air and glided back and forth, reminding myself that I needed to do all that was in my power to calm down. "Don't force it--let's just watch."

And so I did. I don't really remember going back down, but my parents and I loaded up in the car for a road trip to Illinois. My mother tells me that she had never gone that way, "but she should have." Curious and interested in seeing some "lucid crap," I ask my father if he can turn the car into a bus. He tells me that yes, that was possible, but he would need to speed up in order for it to work. I watch as the speedometer rocketed all the way up to 160, but I knew that we were only going forty at least. I told him as much and he makes it look like he's going to turn the car into a bus then, but instead we just stop.

Mama's parents were in Illinois. The two of them, along with my parents, sat around talking about relationships. My father said that he had always thought that "separate marriage was a good thing," and my grandparents said that Nickson had said (in regard to one of the relationships--either my parents' or my grandparents) "I'll take it." In the dream, this meant that he wanted to see me.

Towards the end I was starting to want to get out of there and explore the dreamscape, and so I found steak and some other vegetable. I wanted to preserve the food and so I picked up two cylinder blocks and willed them to enlarge and merge. "I have the power!" I shouthed. Well, at least they got bigger. . . .

I felt myself drifting apart, the world getting dark, and for a second I wanted to hold on to my lucidity; then I realized that I was waking up and, with a sort of resigned accomplishment, opened my eyes.

[This is the second time I've gone to sleep and remembered a few dream fragments. It's good that I'm remember bits of so many dreams but I'd be more satisfied if I could remember whole dreams. ]

1) Faye is concerned about something, but I can't remember what it is. It looks as if though the setting is my old school UMS, and she takes me to one of the bathrooms. I remember that there are showers in there, though, which there definitely aren't in real life.

2) This setting was back in Ucon in the first trailer that my family lived in. The neighbors behind us were the children that live around where we live in now, though. I remember that we had a porch with an awning above, and that is an addition.

For whatever reason, I was trying to bake cookies. My mother took over, though, and spent the entire dream (about two days) baking. I once asked why she kept doing it and she told me it was because she liked decorating.

At night my dad went outside to take out the trash. It was a weekend and the two of them didn't have any alcohol to drink so my mother asked me what he seemed like to me. "Great," I replied, though that was more of my attitude towards the scenario than what I thought he was feeling. As I was going into the bathroom he came in from the back door. I'm not sure what he said, but I think it was something along the lines of "I'm not a chump."

The next day the children behind us were being extremely loud. It was hard for me to think and my mother couldn't concentrate on baking so she asked me to go out and tell them to quiet down (which I was doing anyway). As I got out there they were all starting to pile into a European van (the driver's side was on the right rather than the left) and a woman (brown hair, looked to be in her thirties) was the one driving. I leaned in the passenger's side and prepared to tell the children to shut up, but I couldn't spit the words out. The woman started reversing and I stumbled a bit. "Climb on in," she said, but I refused. I turned around to go back inside instead.

3) Jeff, Bart and I were out hunting in the woods. The sun was peeking out through some of the trees and so if I had to guess it was in the afternoon. I'm not sure what we were hunting, but I know it wasn't animals. The three of us climbed up a hill and passed some other guys and eventually we got to a log cabin.

4) [Here it is, the "maybe lucid." The reason I don't know if I knew that I was dreaming or not is because my thought process resembled what it is when I'm lucid, but I don't actually remember ever thinking "I'm lucid, this is a dream, I can do whatever I want." Whether it was a lucid or not, however, I did execute a fair amount of dream control.]

There was some sort of war going on. Some man--a captain--was being controlled by me. I made him do "something" and I also made him quit to become an average citizen. He told me that if I didn't want to practice martial arts then I could always do some kind of fighting style that resembled that of a cat. I already knew this and thought about Yugito Nii of Naruto.