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Ritual: This was my third experiment with the vibrating alarm. Again it was successful, though in a somewhat inexplicable way. I had intended to get lucid but slept from 1:00–6:20am, and realized when I woke it was too late for a proper WBTB. So I used the vibrating alarm, set to go off in 45m. It was 7:19am when I awoke again, so it must have triggered, but I never felt the vibration at all this time. I had an NLD I don't clearly recall, and then a DILD—in which I simply became aware that I was dreaming, with no particular RC or "aha!" moment. The lucidity was low-grade, though, in that I never remembered the tasks I had intended to work on.

DILD: I found myself in K&L in San Francisco. (This is a real wine store that I like, but the dream version had no physical resemblance to RL.) While browsing I noticed all the good food in the cases—fresh food, like slices of cake on plates, ready to be eaten—and reflected on how amazing the food culture is in SF that you can even get great fresh food in a wine shop. There was a tray with samples of wine, generous pours of about two ounces in full-size glasses, and another tray with samples of a variety of little cut bars and pastries. As I began eating and drinking, the impression dawned on me that I was dreaming, but I felt that I was not fully integrated. (This must have been dream logic; I was already deep in dream so there was no question of integration, but apparently what I was sensing was that I was not fully lucid.) I thought that using my senses would help, so I was focusing on the tastes and textures and even the sounds that occurred as I sampled the various confections. I wanted to find one that was more savory than sweet. A couple pieces were green in color, which seemed promising, but they turned out to be more dessert-like than I had hoped. I was amused to notice how I was behaving with dream protocols: if I didn't like a piece, I would just spit it out and leave it on the tray, an act that would be incredibly rude and disgusting in waking life!

I thought after I got better integrated I should go explore the dream—wasn't there something I was dreaming about earlier, a wilderness landscape, that it would be interesting to get back to? I recollected it only vaguely. But first I wanted to try each of the food samples. The very last one I tasted was savory after all, and had a kind of bi-layer construction with a spicy-savory mixture sitting on top of a nest of dried coconut strands—it was my favorite, and I wished I could get the recipe.

Nearby was a little display box full of pamphlets or maybe even CDs about nuns, and as I leafed through them I saw that they broached the question: do nuns wear their habits even when they are locked away together in their nunneries, or do they, like Muslim women, remove their head coverings when at home? I felt that in waking life I knew the answer but now I couldn't remember. I thought about it and considered that the tradition of nuns covering their head must be related to similar phenomena in related cultures and places, such as the way women have to cover their heads when attending a Russian Orthodox church service. I figured it probably did have ties to the tradition among conservative Islamic women to cover their heads. I concluded on this basis that nuns would indeed remove their wimples when alone among themselves. (In retrospect I'm pretty sure I wrong, but I can't say with absolute certainty. The only Christian nuns I've met don't wear habits at all!)

Earlier, when I had decided that I would go explore the dreamscape after I was done here, as if in direct response to my thoughts a horse had promptly cantered up outside the shop and stood there waiting for me. (If only my human DCs were so obliging!) Now that I was finished eating I went outside and prepared to ride away. The horse had been completed tacked up when he arrived—excessively so, I had thought, as he seemed to be carrying bedrolls and other long-distance gear—and when I mounted he had definitely been wearing a saddle because I distinctly braced my foot in the stirrup and held the pommel to get on. However, no sooner had I started riding away than I felt I was slipping around a bit and was surprised to discover that this was because I was riding bareback. Oh well, it will be good practice. I remembered how some people say that LDs can help you practice RL skills, and I figured that I could certainly use some practice improving my seat and position, so I decided to focus on that for a while and see if it paid off in this week's lesson.

I still felt we were in downtown San Francisco but everything felt old-timey. Even the cars looked like 1920s models. Fortunately there weren't many of them, because I was moving through the city at a canter. I realized how unrealistic this was: in RL I would hesitate to stress the horse's legs by cantering on hard paved streets, and I definitely would not cross intersections without stopping, like I was doing now, but since I knew I was dreaming I felt it would be okay. Crossing the street still felt dangerous as there were sometimes cars coming, but there weren't too many of them and they were going slow enough that we were able to dodge one another. I was cantering because that is the gait where I need the most improvement on my seat and position: I was focusing on trying to keep my legs long and heels down, with my core on, back straight and shoulders back.

We cantered right out of the city, though I was paying so much attention to my form that I didn't have much to spare for my surroundings. Just as in RL I noticed the tendency for my legs to creep up and my torso to lean forward at the canter, so I was trying to counter these bad habits and reinforce good ones. At some point I finally halted the horse, and I worked on trying to do that properly as well, keeping my seat deep and using my weight properly. The dream ended around this time, as though by halting the horse I halted the dream.

It all started in a car. It was a red renault 5 i was driving with my friend ojki. And I starred at the window wipers. I was amazed. Waaw.. i have never seen a wiper cleaning a window like that before, everything was so clear. And then my friend said.. we must hurry because they guys on the radio said that a torando is aproaching. We looked at the sky far away in front of us, and we saw a big mass coming our way. And on the right side of this superevil cloud there were small lightnings. It started to rain. And we were near a river. There was an radio tv transmiter antena.. like 50m high. it was in red and white. And because of the weather forecast they were putting it down. It was like a lift bridge. the antena just went down on 90 degrees angle over the river and locked itself. So it looked like a bridge. And when it was all the way down.. my shirt was stuck between the antenna and its holder. I said great and pulled with great force.. i did save the shirt.
Then we drove further and we stopped at some house. now there were 3 of us. We went into the house like we were swat team. I heard something in my ear.. because apperantly i had headphones on my head.. and there was chief comander speaking.. that this should be no problem for us.. because we should know this house till now. Ok i said.. i guess they know what they are doing. Then i tore down a door. And there were lots of people in that room. I pointed my gun at one of the guys. It was a double barrel shotgun. But i thought it was a machine gun. I said everybody stand up.. and face against the wall with your hands up. One of them didnt want to listen. He was walking towards me, and i shot him in the leg.. ratatatat.. so it is a machinegun i said to myself. Now everybody was standing as I said.. but they were hidding behind a curtain.. but all of them were facing the wall with their hands up. I told them, they should stop hiding before the next one will get hurt. And they didnt listen again. I tried to shoot the next one.. and my sound from rifle was just.. click..click. shit.. it is empty.. i ran out of the room, into another one.. where my boss was located, it was a she. I approached her with such anger inside. I screamed at her.. what is wrong with them.. i have no backup.. no ammo left.. give me a gun. .or ammo, beacuse i will shoot everyone down there. and she refused. she said im not in the mood now. And she has pissed me more.. WHAT!!! you are too lazy? Ok then.. i hope they come up here and shoot you .. you lazy bitch! those were the exact words i said to her. And then these guys really come in.. but they were appologizing for what they have done. We all left the building together and a party begins. We were pouring wine from big canisters. 20l. And then i said to my friend.. well i think it is better that we leave now.. because we should not drink more if we want to drive home.. and we left...

I dreamt that I was working for Christian Bale who was Dracula and thought I wasn't aware. I invited a girl friend over and I was telling her about Bale and how odd he was. We went to the wine cellar room and I read her some of his poetry then bam! We see him hiding in the dark, coming out from the shadows. I walked over to him and scolded him for being a sneaky bastard. Then we all went up to the balcony and sat at this small round table. We had some wine and I told him that I wouldn't be able to work for him in the the summer. He was cool with it(or so I thought) and then asked if we wanted pizza. The next thing I know, I was in bed with him and my friend (it was honestly like that scene in American Psycho where he wanted those two girls to make out) and I knew I was done for. I thought he was going to kill me but he decided to turn me into a vampire instead. I remember feeling really angry because I didn't want the power of immortality.

#1
I am at a long dinner table eating with people from work. We are discussing new assessments. I express thinly veiled disdain at the idea of more testing. I am worried that they will think ill of me for holding such ideas. One colleague has a University of Northern Kentucky marching band costume on. A bottle of wine is produced.

#2
I step outside of my paternal grandparent's house. It is night. I walk down the driveway into the street. Everything is dim and shadowy. I recall my previous dream and realize that I am now dreaming. Lucid, I break into a run and leap into the sky. I remember mid jump that I should RC and stabilize the dream. I try to get my hands together. I am tumbling through space. I can't control my hands. I bring them up to my face and frantically try to rub them together. No dice. I wake up.

WBTB (5 min) + MILD produced this. Second in as many nights.

I have no aspirations to fly. I have no idea why this occurred. It was almost instinctual.

I dream my life is a Diablo-esque world, complete with (though I don't see it) two giant orbs that represent my life and mana. Most of everything else in this world is normal, only it's not uncommon to find red and blue potions lying around. Apparently, I've been very diligent in finding special blue potions that raise my max MP, and I know I value those slightly more than special red potions that raise my max HP.

I'm having a conversation with my sister and her wife, and we are just lounging around, Arabian-style, on pillows and cushions. I think I'm congratulating them on their marriage. Suddenly, a pile of treasure appears (MAN I love Diablo world!), and I excuse myself to go collect it. When I go collect it, my high school friend C appears and complains that he doesn't get enough action. For whatever reason, Dream Knowledge tells me that C is one of the best henchmen to have and develop statistically, so I keep him around in my party. He uses a bow and arrow, which I find kind of funny now that I think about it -- C is a big dude, he's a bit of an ass at times, and he breaks every archer stereotype you'd find. Also, we are all of a sudden in a dungeon now, and it's somehow C's fault, so Goddammit C! This dream fades before anything happens.

In my next dream, I'm sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant for a dinner thing. I'm with (starting from my right) a beautiful woman who I'm related to somehow (Aunt? Friend? Cousin?); a rich, good-looking man who is our host and also trying to seduce the woman; our host's shallow sister, who doesn't really want to be there; the woman's husband, who kinda has a beaten-down-by-life vibe going for him; a space-filler guy who, I'll say it now, does nothing at all in the entire dream except probably be the host's friend?; and the host's father, who is exceedingly old and richer than astronauts. In this snobby restaurant, they charge us $3.50 to go visit the balcony that has a view. For our meal, our host got us each some sort of roasted bird, another roasted bird, and expensive red wine.

During the dinner, the host gives the woman a red dress (possibly the same one from my Space Nazi dream?) as a present. The woman seems indifferent to it, and appears kind of melancholy at best; her husband doesn't even object to the host's blatant and obvious flirting.

The old man suddenly needs to use the bathroom, and orders the woman to help him, which she reluctantly obliges. She returns shortly after, announces "he just needed to find the doors," at which the host takes everyone else to go help/watch his father pee/poo (don't ask). Only the woman and I remain seated at our table, where we just drank our wines in silence. Neither of us really wants to be here, and Dream Knowledge tells me that we are both really sympathetic to our respective situations.

19.10.2013

Crash Derby at the Colosseum and learning a new Stabilization technique (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in bed, it was night and my wife was awake in the living room. i went to the living room and it looked very dark, it appeared to be a starless night. My wife was in the kitchen and I wondered what the hell she was doing in the kitchen. She started to speak fast and she appeared mad at me.

I realized I was dreaming as it made no sense that my wife could be in the kitchen at the middle of the night and mad at me out for no reason. I realized that we had a balcony and I recalled that I do not have a balcony in my house, so I opened the doors and I stepped on the edge of the balcony, above the safety bars. My wife told me what I was doing and I told her that we were in a dream. She started to become more angry saying nonsense and told me I was going to kill myself and that I was crazy wanting to go back home to the Pleiades (very long story here, PM if interested) I told her that nah, that we did not even have a balcony and thus, we were dreaming. I jumped off the balcony and realized I did not even do a reality check, but I knew it was a dream, looked at my hand and confirmed.

As I was about to touch the trees, I glided and started to gain altitude. My dream was very bad quality and I was loosing it fast. I have never been good at stabilizing dreams, usually flyign does it. So I tried to typical "Dream Stable" but it only went to get more blurry "More Clarity" but it did not help until the dream started to fade even more.

I had a false awakening in my bed and I told my self that I had to do better, so I woke up and went to drink water. As I was going to drink water, I felt the dreamy feeling and looked at my hand. One of my fingers was about a foot long and very thin. I also touched it and followed it with my hands. I laughed at my mind trying to trick me again. Now I was in my regular home, typical place where my lucids starts, so I opened the door and took off.

It was night and the sky was full of stars, as if there was no city lights contamination. I was in awe as I love the stars as I am never able to see so many. I also saw the moon and a clock with 7:83 time, the clock was like a modern alarm clock, floating around.

As I flew to the stars, I saw a huge weird mall and decided to land. As I landed, it became day again. I realized that the dream was blurry, so demanded for Clarity with a bit of success. As I went inside the mall, it looked like a Costco store, but I realized it was outdoors, as I felt the wind and the sunlight.

The dream started to fade,and asking for Clarity did not work. So I told my self that I would pretend to put my glasses on and so, have a better view. I had to do this a few times, and I went from very blurry to a bit more clear, like when you visit the eye doctor. This was not working, so I told myself I would pull my actual glasses out from my pocket, I did with success and the dream went very clear.

I was walking by some tourist area and there were families having coffee in a terrace and kids running. I went to an area that were selling wine and I saw a bottle of "Vina Tondonia Rioja" labeled as "California Wines" I was like surprised and then reminded myself I was in a dream. A dream Character told me, "Drinking american wine is like drinking water with sugar, this ain't no wine and you know it, go European." I laughed and left.

I was now next to some expensive liquor and jewelry and there were some security guards looking at me and saying in a whisper that I was suspicious, but I could hear them. I just kept exploring the mall and reminded myself of the Task of the Year... I realizing that being mid October is late to get started, but I wanted to push my self, so I recalled I had to go to the Colosseum and fight a Gladiator.

I went through some doors and told myself I would find the Colosseum, to only find the female restroom! I tried twice and only found toilets and the janitor room. However, I saw an older door, very rusty. I focused on it and opened to find the colosseum.



It was kind of buried and in a much worse shape than it is right now but the roof kind of blew away and suddenly, I was in the real Colosseum. I saw a chariot with two horses attaced to it standing in the middle of the Colosseum







There was a gladiator looking at me and there was a second chariot that was empty. There was no one else and I said out loud, "Public!" And the Colosseum started to fill up with people, cheering at a high volume. I was surprised to be able to summon so many DCs, as that is not one of my best abilities.

As I was going to jump on the chariot, some other guy did first, but I knocked him out as I had to do the fighting. Rather that the usual Colosseum fights, this one was more of a crashing fight. The horses were gone and even though I was still in a roman chariot, it had now an engine and we started to drive, hitting each other and forcing each other to crash, until his chariot blew up, giving me the victory.

I was happy I completed the firs ToTY and decided to wake up myself to write it down.

First dream entry in a longg time, and it had to do with Chunn. The only parts that I can still remember is living in what I figure was with Rikka and her sister in a dark apartment that had a blue kind of glow that you would get from someone watching TV late at night. Her sister told me that she's missing and probably went to that bar to get some more of the wine that she let her try since she liked it. I take off and run down there because it's dangerous that late at night for a girl to just go out by herself. I get there and I sit and try some of the wine which tasted strong but also had a honey flavor. I think it was somewhat like mead, but had a clear color. I decide to buy a bottle of it for 40 bucks and it looked cool. Yuuta was also there but I don't recall him doing much. The bottle was a blue cylinder that had a shiny blue ball cork at the top, with a spiral pattern going up the neck. Looked more like a fancy potion bottle. After getting another sample of the wine that was poured onto a drinking plate (whatever those are called), Yuuta tried some and ended up spilling it from not knowing how to tilt the plate.

We took the wine back with us to her apartment and I remember trying to sneak to Rikka's room to drink the rest with her but her sister caught us and took it away.

I'm starting my DJ at a random time, but better than nothing! I usually get lazy in writing down my dreams but hopefully I won't this time. I'll try to keep at it. I don't really like writing my dreams down, but eh.

Anyways, I had a semi-simple dream. I don't remember all of the details but the general idea is still there. In this dream, I was really just running. I was running on a dark blue-ish path, like running across the night sky. I don't think I saw any stars because I was "running" through the clouds and it was all dark blue with blotches of random blue shades. As I was running, I felt nothing but euphoria through out my limbs. Usually if someone's running, they feel fatigue and soreness in the muscles, but euphoria in the mind only - that's how my body works, anyway. I remember in my mind, I was saying "YES, I found the secret to not feeling tired when I run! It's wine!" Wine? What wine? I looked around and saw a bottle of wine in my hand. This warm and magical sensation in my body felt similar to a cocaine high. I felt a smile stretch across my face because apparently I didn't have to be a cocaine addict in my dream anymore. Just so I didn't have to feel fatigue and pain. I realized this was a dream because I was in the sky. And then I woke up.

Thebeastofold's dream

I walked into a strange club carrying 2 half empty wine bottles by the neck in one hand, I went to sit down and a waiter guy grabbed the wine and poured them into these 2 chicks glasses then he made me sit with them...they were georgeous, very glamourous...i looked very out of place with them......i looked into my glass that suddeny appeared infront of me and it was faint green liquid. all of a sudden the 2 chicks grabbed me a took me outsaide the club to tell me they didnt like me 0_o lol!!! they took me back inside and i ended up standing with 3 other guys talking about world travel....???? um ok...dream shifted

I was in my old house in West Virginia where i live in the mid 80's and my current dog was wandering around frantically sniffing everyinch of the place for something..i kept following her around asking over and over again "what are you looking for? what have you found? what are you sniffing for??? is he still around??? that last one made me stop dead and go eh??? i just started to get lucid and woke up....grumble....

dream : comments : lucid

24th of January, 2012

I've been on a trip the past couple of days and my dream recall was really bad during that time. Early this morning, back in my own bed, I had a huge dream.

It went a little something like this:


We were on a holiday in Sydney and staying at a super fancy hotel on the 7th floor.
I went for a wander to see what the rest of the building was like and ended up gong to the toilets. I was surprised that they weren’t that nice. Somehow I spent like 45 minutes in there just talking to people and at one stage soap bubbles were everywhere and I sat in the urinal then freaked out.

Coz I was sitting in a urinal.

When I left and went back to the elevator, it stopped on the 5th floor and I noticed my family were in one of those rooms instead. Weird, but I kept going.
I went up to the 9th floor- the top level of the building- which had a big spiral you had to walk up. At the very top there was an open area and it connected back to street level somehow.
I continued on my little journey and went back downstairs and onto the street where I met up with Sean and Lina. At some point, perhaps before that, I noticed my friend Jon Lee owned a restaurant and I decided we should go there for dinner that night.

Sean, Lina and I kept walking toward their hotel and then I realised I had no idea where I was.
I said “You’ve lead me astray!” and we continued walking and found ourselves in an underground shopping area. There was a fruit market there, so we went into it.

A woman was now with our group and she picked up fresh baked bread and bananas and I told her that it would be a delicious sandwich. While waiting in line, I jokingly tried to push in front of her by swimming (!) under her. She stopped me and was offended that I’d even try because she’d “already had 5 babies today!”

“Quints?” I said. “Yo! Imagine having quints!”

At that point the cashier girl suddenly had a huge cot full of babies that she was tending to so only one checkout lane was open. I went to buy two Cokes, but didn’t have any money so I left the line.

On my way out, my grandfather was chilling on top of the greeting card display and said that it would be really nice if he and his friend (“the only one I have left!”) could pick us up from school and play with us and make us dinner. I said that we already had plans to dine out but he looked really sad so I agreed.
I said “I guess it’s okay anyway, imagine if the restaurant had been attacked while we were there!”
As I said it, I saw a scene of the restaurant being shot apart and everyone dying. I pretended to be dead and lay on the ground.

So anyway, we went to this friend’s house of his which was on top of a giant hill and Acka introduced himself as me for some reason. I sat down and began reading the guy’s wine guide and said that Nooks would be really annoyed now because it means I’d take even longer to choose a good wine. Suddenly it turned out that two other people were going to join us for dinner and the friend didn’t have enough food as he’d only bought one giant fish.


The dream changed around here- though I believe it was still connected- and I dreamt two dreams almost simultaneously.


The first started out as if I was watching a movie. In segments, it told the story of a girl and a boy and how they’d always been together. It culminated in them sitting, in exactly the same position as an earlier segment, in suits in a limo.

The other dream was that we were at a public scalping. Apparently the guy was Iranian, but he didn’t look it; he was just some fat, sort of sad looking guy.
I’m not sure what he was in trouble for but he had to sit in this wooden structure a couple of levels tall with ropes attached to his head. The ropes went through this elaborate pulley system where the scalper held them at the other end and would pull them. As the (we’ll call him an executioner) executioner slowly started pulling the ropes I began to get emotional and started crying.

I asked someone to ask the prisoner (coz he was Iranian and couldn’t understand me) if he was scared. He said he was terrified and somehow came down to ground level for his last request. His nose was bleeding from fear and I gave him a hug and told him to be brave. He said he wanted to hear his favourite song one more time and quite a nice song began playing. I think it spoke about second chances or something. The dream faded as the prisoner (now on a motorbike) rode back up to the top of the structure to be scalped. It was really intense at the time.

At that point the earlier dream came back to the forefront and ended with a nice high angle shot of the guy getting out of the limo and walking into a crowd while "Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins was playing.

I woke up and wondered why the hell that song was in my head as I don’t think I’ve ever even heard the whole thing.

Thebeastofold's Dream


Giant bottle of wine, high school odd friend


I was in a strange living room and an old high school friend, D, wandered in and i had the feeling he had come for an unannounced visit...i got up and when i went to greet him, he turned around and went back outside. i followed him and he was rummaging through boxes that looked like boxes i had seen in the past..maybe in storage, or the garage, he pulled out a huge bottle of wine out of one of the smaller ones...it shouldnt have fit in that box, i cant remember the name on the bottle, but he, my parents, who suddenly appeared next to me and I got in an arguement about the bottle, i wanted to drink it, parents wanted me to re-store it... " you can use it later" they kept telling me...the next thing i know, i'm chasing D all over the house and garage etc as he opens and rummages in everythng he could get his hands on... finally he runs out in the back yard and as i apporach him he gets a huge grin on his face and hops away backwards on one foot at very high speed out the back gate and disappears down the street......dream shift

dream fragment:

I'm having a phone conversation with my late grandma......

Good morning, everybody.

Ugh! I let my dumb weekend chores spiral out of control. So I'm not making this entry until now!

Just as a note, the second dream was the closest thing to a nightmare that I've had in a long time. It wasn't very different from many of my other dreams. But, for some reason, it upset me a lot. I could hear myself screaming in the dream. I may actually have woken up screaming.

Dream #1

I was heading into the lobby of either an apartment building or a hotel. I had just moved out of my old place and into this new place. The lobby was really wide, but with a low ceiling and a kind of old, worn-out look. There was a little front-desk-type area at the back, right corner of the lobby.

I headed toward a small room on the left wall, near the front of the lobby. It was the mail room. There were a lot of aluminum mailboxes along the wall on my right side. But a lot of the mailboxes were busted open. Someone had broken into the mailboxes.

I was arfraid for my own mail. My mailbox may have been open. I had some mail in my box. But it did seem like something was missing.

I looked at my mail as I walked out of the room. One piece of mail was for some other apartment. The other piece may have been a door tag from FedEx, like what they leave on a door when they come to deliver a package, but the person isn't hme.

I thought I would either give the piece of wrongly delivered mail directly to the person it belonged to, or else give it to the person at the front desk. But I was kind of afraid to let anybody know that the mailboxes had been broken into. I didn't want the people who'd broken into them to cme after me.

For some reason I was getting ready to leave the apartment. A FedEx man was coming in at the same time. But instead of asking him about my package, I told him that someone had broken into the mailboxes.

Dream #2

A documentary about the effects of some sort of nuclear accident, probably in Russia, though I'm pretty sure it wasn't Chernobyl. The documentary was following the lives of people in a small town near the accident.

The people had all been exposed to radiation. But they hadn't been moved away from the area where they'd been exposed. Most of the people seemed to be women.

There was one woman in a bedroom that kind of looked like a hostpital room. The woman was by herself, with her baby, in the room. But the room had multiple beds (or low cots), some of which could be separated from each other by dark blue curtains.

The woman was walking back and forth with her baby cradled to her chest by means of some kind of blanket. The woman wore a dark green t-shirt and may have been pushed up above the navel of the woman's taut belly.

A narrator may have said something about how the woman was really ill from the effects of the radiation. Now the woman was laying in one of the low cots, holidng her baby close to her. The baby may then have changed into a three- or four-year-old girl. The girl may have been tending to the mother.

The view now closed up on the woman's right arm, which was loosely hanging off the edge of the bed. A nurse administered some kind of injection into the woman's arm.

But either the woman was so sick that her body couldn't take any more medicine, or else the injection had been administered wrongly, and now the woman's body was rejecting it. The woman's vein swelled into a square about 3 cm per side. Then the woman's heart stopped beating.

I couldn't believe the woman had just died! I was now in the room. I don't know where the daughter was. I don't know where the nurse was. I thought I was myself, by myself.

I was panicking. I didn't know what to do about the dead woman. I still didn't want to believe she was dead. I thought if I found somebody, they might be able to save her.

So I used my cell phone and called somebody who I thought could help. I was now out in what I thought was the lobby for a small, narrow apartment complex.

I got a hold of the person, probably a man. Suddenly I had to admit to myself that the woman was dead, and that that was what I was going to have to explain to the person. As I started talking to the person, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a woman, maybe in her mid- to late-twenties. I was either white or Latina. My skin was pale. I had kind of sharp, almost squarish features. I wore some kind of pale, powdery foundation, and my eyebrows seemed to be pencilled in. I also had my hair in tight braids, which seemed almost like dredds, except with a bunch of tiny tangles coming off of them.

I then walked toward either a blank wall or a white wall with a plain, white door on it. As I did this, I told the man I was speaking to that I had been the one to administer the shot to the dead woman.

When I suddenly realized or admitted that I had been the one that had killed the woman, I broke down. I was crying. But my voice was more of a terrified moan, which eventually became a low-pitched, loud scream.

Dream #3

I was in "my bedroom," which almost had the shape of my bedroom, but which was almost empty. There were some boxes along the back wall, near the left corner. But I noticed they had been pushed from the wall.

I was afraid that somebody had been in my room. BUt I was more worried about putting the boxes back into alignment.

When I looked closer, I noticed that what had probably pushed them out of the way was some really heavy box that had managed to slump over toward the wall in such a way that it wedged in between the other boxes and the wall, pushing the other boxes aside as it slid along the wall, down toward the floor.

I picked up the heavy box. It was apparently a Christmas package I'd received. I figured I'd just need to open the package now and put the contents wherever they belonged in the house, so that the box would stop interfering with the order of my other boxes.

I opened the package. A wine bottle was inside. I pulled it out. The green bottle was encased in a white, plastic square, and it had a white, plastic, pull-off top.

I must have done something with the bottle. But now I was standing near the front wall of my room. The lights had been on before. But now they were off. The only light in the room was coming from my hallway or bathroom.

I was looking at my room, proud of how clean and spacious it looked, now that I'd organized things so well. But I now noticed that I had a cluttered pile laying a meter or so away from my back and right walll. The pile was mostly clothes, though there may also have been a blanket or beanbag chair.

I sighed, annoyed that I'd have to clean this stuff up before I could truly think I had a clean room. I lifted up a maroon, button-up shirt made out of some flannel-like material. I folded it. I folded another piece of clothing. I eventually worried that someone, somehow, might discover that I also had female clothing in this pile.

Dream #4

One of the very first episodes of the TV show Full House. Almost everybody in the cast was different.

The house itself also looked a lot different, like a mix between the house in Growing Pains and the house in Family Ties. There was a staircase on the left side of the room, near the front door. At the foot of the staircase was a big piano.

The dad and Uncle Jesse had kind of secretly worked to buy a doll for the middle daughter of the family. (Uncle Jesse may have been John Stamos, but the dad wasn't Bob Saget.) The two men wanted to make up for something really aggravating that had happened to the girl, and had probably been their fault.

So the two men left the doll sitting on top of the piano. The room was now empty, though I had an image in my mind's eye of the older daughter, who was the same person as in the regular show, except that she had really straight hair and wore eyeglasses.

The middle daughter now walked into the house. She was different from the daughter in the regular cast. She saw the baby doll laying on the piano top. Surprised, she rushed to the doll and picked it up. She walked up the stairs with it.

The doll wore no clothes, probably had a white, cloth body, and plastic limbs, and was either bald or had plastic "hair" molded onto her head.

Somehow this plain old cloth and plastic doll managed to pee. She just let out a huge gush of water, getting the daughter's front all wet.

The daughter's appearance had changed. She now looked like a "rebel girl" or "skater girl" kind of TV show character. She cried out, "Oh, god! You peed all over me!"

The daughter needed to clean herself off. But now the whole scene started over again. But everything that had already happened was still remembered by the characters.

The doll was placed, by an unseen erson, on the piano top. For a moment, the camera view closed in really tight on the doll, who seemed to be surrounded by a tiny square of little, wooden bars, almost like a mini, doll-sized railing that had been built onto the piano top.

The daughter ran in and picked it up, this time without any surprise or excitement. The daughter may also still have needed to clean the pee off herself.

But now the daughter, walking up the stairs, started saying things to the doll like, "Oh, yeah! I really like you! You're really sexy!"

I wondered why this girl would find a doll so sexy, and I wanted to see more, to see howthis relationship would develop between the girl and the baby doll that she found sexy.

1. I'm attending Cincinnati Opera's production of "The Magic Flute." It seems to take place in a great hall instead of the traditional auditorium, and our seats have rather bad views. However, the ambiance is very nice, a candlelit affair. Plates of food are brought out with appropriate themes for every aria, and each patron is given a book with explanatory notes to the action.

2. I'm playing in a chess tournament at the local library, and I manage to win the whole event. I get $100 from a large roll of cash as my reward; I notice that there are ticket stubs and coupons attached to the end of the roll as well. I start to browse the library, which has recently expanded its collection to include food and wine. Little samples can be "checked out" for tasting purposes. I sample a decent white wine, and as I do the old lady who organized the chess tourney asks me to complete her bridge foursome. I'm reluctant, but I eventually agree and text my mom that I'll be late to meet her.

First, I am at a restaurant with my friend and her father, we will call my friend "M." M is trying to order alcohol although she is only 21 because her mother told her to get some to share with a nameless girl we are to hang out with later in a swamp. (Keep in mind that this is totally against her mom's beliefs, she frowns upon excessive drinking.) M's dad makes fun of others in the restaurant. The most peculiar thing is that there is a glass kennel with a puppy inside of it drinking a glass of red wine in the lobby of the restaurant.

Later I am at work and there is a huge ice storm outside. I look out the front doors and the parking lot has turned into a ocean of ice. My friend (this time I am not sure who "my friend" is [no longer "M'"]) attempts to walk out on the ice. The ice breaks and my friend floats away on a piece of of ice, however, she floats back and then everything clears up back to normal.

12.04.2011

Blue wine tasting (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was slow at the Pata Negra store so I decided to take a quick stroll. The store was located in the middle of the country. There were several trees around and the store also had a park.

The restaurant was on a different building. After a while, I found my boss and he invited me to have a wine tasting. Two made up co-workers were following him and they started to run, so I had to run to. If they outran me, I would miss the tasting.

We entered the restaurant and my boss's office. The office was different and some kind of aisles. The decor was like a mine. Small round lamps, one following each other, stones on the walls and the ground was unever. There was also a rail and a small train to carry coal.

After avoiding several walls, I got to a door that almost closed behind me, but I made it.

My boss was preparing the tasting. For some reason, I felt like extremely drunk. Everything was moving around and it was hard for me to focus on what I was doing. My boss pulled a gray bottle with a blue liquid inside. It was a reserva wine, however, it did not looked like wine. It looked more like a liquor. I tasted it and it had a fresh taste. It tasted indeed like a liquor and not like a wine. I saw a second bottle in a box, but my boss told me it was a very expensive wine and I should sell it instead at the store.

I saw a few more wooden boxes around this odd room, however, I did not find anything interesting. I suddenly saw a huge sandwitch, of about 15 feet long made with Spanish Chorizo. I was worried because I felt that my boss was going to start to sell sandwiches at the store I my job duties would raise dramatically.

I left the this room through the restaurant. The restaurant was completely empty, there were not even servers. The restaurant also looked different from normal, but can't describe.

I got to the store. I was surprised it looked so different. When I entered, the store was twice as big as it is. There was a squared table and a few couches. One food prep employee was chatting and flirting with a much older (and uglier) customer.

I left the store again but ran back as I forgot something. The store was closed. I was very surprised as I did not close it. I had all my stuff inside and wondered how I was going to get my car keys.