* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***

I was standing in the middle of the road looking down a side road. I was at the junction of a T. All the roads were really wide. It was dusk, and there was nothing else around.

At first I was intrigued by my location. Then I started getting concerned because I didn't know where I was. I then began to question how I got there and immediately realized I was lucid. I started singing "Country Road" by John Denver because it looked like a country road.

I thought about a conversation I had with Canis Lucidius about singing in dreams and sounding really good. I sounded terrible in this dream, but I kept singing because it felt so good.

I started flying, and thought how I should be trying a dream goal.

Dream Skip

I'm at a white ranch style home with black shutters and door and such. It is a fancy home for such a simple style house. I fly up to the house and see a man coming out of the door. I contemplate whether I should phase through the wall or take the opportunity to go through the open door. I didn't really want to deal with a DC, but there he was. He was an ugly older gentleman with a huge chin. He was a typical brain-dead DC, so he didn't notice me flying right in front of him.

I phased through the wall and was then inside. I decided to try to enter my childhood nightmare. I had seen a chimney from the outside, so I looked for the fire place. I thought I could teleport to the demon circle of ashes from the fireplace.

I was unable to go through the fireplace. I couldn't phase. I turned around to see the house from inside the fireplace and saw the man's wife. She saw me too. I got a face on as though I was the demon. The lady saw me and started having a heart-attack. She was carrying wood in (I guess to bring to the fire-place. I didn't even think about the connection 'till just now.)

When she saw me in the fire place with an evil look on my face, she leaned over terrified and dropped some of the wood.

I knew I was dreaming, but I didn't purposefully look evil. I think it was a byproduct of trying to enter my childhood nightmare, finding myself in the fireplace, and not wanting to deal with a DC. Still, I'd rather not be the demon. I just wanted to recreate the nightmare. Hmmmmm.

I flew out of the fireplace and around the floor, under the dining table and such. I saw the man go outside, and now I decided to surprise him. I decided to phase through the roof and meet him outside to make him wonder how I got out there.

I think I ended up at a street near my house and soon woke up.

I used SSILD for the first time in a while.
I also took care of business yesterday.
Mowed my friends yard and had a few cold beers.

I think I did the ToTM. After reading a dream from Canis Lucidus, I had a dream as said, "What is one thing you wish; I'll grant it" or "...I'll make it happen."

The Perfect Pecan, then The Perfect Goodmorning

I was with my dad. He was alive again. I told him that I wanted to talk to him as soon as he was done. I think he was performing or something. He said OK. I was so excited to finally tell him how much I miss him. It's the same dream I have of him every time, and it seems more real every time.

He eventually told me he had a virus. I thought, "Oh-h-h-h-h!." I knew it could kill him because of his weak condition.

I got a call from my brother's old room mate I Chin Tong. I answered the phone and he asked for me. I said it was me. He wanted a replacement of a green rug I had gotten him to design his home. I leaned back in my chair until I was lying down, told him I'd find him one with a psychedelic pattern, winked at this kid who I thought must think I was pretty cool, and then...

Dream Skip

My son and daughter are pulling out huge tomato plants. I'm disappointed that they are doing this, but it is for the owner of a house we are at. The plants are now Sweet Gum trees and I understand the motivation now.

I'm at E's house. I saw her so vividly. Then her husband came home which was weird because it was so early, he had just gotten to work! I was nervous he would suspect something for me being over there so early. Instead he went out on the back porch and asked if I wanted help with a project I'm working on. I went out, happy not to be nervous anymore.

Then he was talking to me about coaching a kids soccer team for 7 and 8 or 8 and 9 year olds' but we were outside somewhere else. I figured what grades that would be and told him his job would be getting the kids to work together more so than to win games. He said "Never mind then." I tried to convince him not to give up his idea. (This may have been residue from my idea last night to "put on a shirt" for the cub scouts and be a leader.

I then realized I was dreaming, and started looking for E again. I spent a moment looking for her and realized that I should try a better lucid goal. BrandonBoss inspired me to re-evaluate my dream goals on this point.

I decided to do my personal goal which was to enter my childhood nightmare. I found myself in a room with a bunch of people. I went to ask a guy with long hair and acne where...I didn't like this guy. I turned and there he was again...and again. What an annoying DC.

I found someone else--ah, it was a high school friend P. C., and asked, "Where can I find the Circle Demon." He looked at me weird and said, "The Circle Demon?" I said "Yea, The Circle Demon," repeating it more to stay focused than to be sarcastic back to him.

He told me "At the Perfect Pecan." I think I repeated that and said, is that upstairs?" I started going upstairs. There was a box from Hell Bound on his stairs and everything was kind of black. He said, "No, I'm in a band." I started getting frustrated. I said, "Where can I find it?" He said, "The Perfect Good Morning."

I decided to look for one of these places. I had trouble phasing through a wall (what is my problem phasing lately?" A DC chuckled at me for trying and then I got a boost of confidence and went through it with a thankful, "Hah!"

I flew and ended up in a food court. This was vivid. Nobody was there, then I saw a guy starting to set up his restaurant. I decided to go to another guy setting his place up. Then I decided to ask about a wish. I said, "What is one thing you wish. I'll grant it." Or, "...I'll make it happen." He just questioned me, "One wish? I don't know." I asked the other shop-keeper. He never said anything.

I walked to a patron and she said, "I'd like a box of Perfect Pancakes." I tried to conjure it by clapping my hands or something. I tried pulling the box of pancakes out of the floor with no luck. I thought of what Canis had said. "I still got this," though I didn't say that. I tried what he or Xanous had said about pulling it out of my pocket, but there was only a tissue. I felt bad, but I knew (that I thought) I had still fulfilled my obligation to ask and try to grant a DC one wish.


The End

I had waken up before this dream and did one partial cycle for SSILD. I found myself in darkness which I tried to fly through per Canis. It worked. The timing of this dream may be a bit off.

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I was on the hood of a car. Another car drove up about to hit me. It had a For Sale sign in the window. It cost $2600.00. I also saw a price of $2400 and $700. I was first relieved the price had come down, then I was afraid the price was $2600. Why else would that sign still be displayed?

This car was about to hit me, but it ran up the side of my car. I was on the hood of my car and rolling down the street only because of this car that was dragging me along. Now I'm between the car for sale and a city bus.

My car spins around and then I end up on the ground. I'm sliding down the street on my butt. I wish I'd gotten my camera so I could take a picture of the street moving under me so I could prove that this guy had made me slide down the street. I gave up on the camera idea, but then started thinking this was just strange.

I realized I was dreaming. I decided to go look for woman. I jumped up and started to fly, but I was pretty heavy. Darn! I decided to fly straight up and I got more speed up. Then I found a building and decided to fly to a window. I tried phasing through it but had some trouble. That's weird. I know the window can't stop me, so I phase through the wall and make my way through.

I'm in some kind of college. I start running on a curved wall for some reason. I go through some nonsense with a guy and some chick--unimportant. I look for someone pretty. I end up in a mall at Christmas. I leave and find my way back to the college. The women aren't college age. They are about 30 I guess. I think I ended up in a college because I'm trying to go back to school.

So I find a girl. She's older than a typical college girl. She goes into a shower. I go to the shower and see another girl who looks nice, but I want the first one. I take off my pants and underwear carefully so they don't get hung up on my feet. I open the shower curtain to the first one. She says something to deter me, and I tell her not to worry about that. I pick her up and we both drop straight down on her back. I land on top of her and start to make it with her.

I eventually started waking up. I tried to relax and stay asleep but I woke up.

I drank a few glasses of wine and went to a friends house the night before. These are atypical stimuli that I attribute to helping become lucid. I used no technique. I do believe that lucidity can be induced by a combination of atypical stimulus and meditation on whatever you want to dream about.

I don't have enough success with women to pursue them so much, so I plan to try to accomplish other dream goals from now on.

Flying Fast

I was driving down the highway with my friend M. We came to a 3-way ramp. The middle ramp was for cars coming towards us, and the other two were ramps for cars going our way.

There were tiny, automatically driven cars coming down the middle ramp. We were lost, so I told M that we should write a note for one of the little cars to find out which we we were supposed to go.

Then I was heading towards a tunnel. A very long truck loaded with boxes that filled his side of the tunnel completely was coming out. I was going in and it was really cramped. As I headed in, I was suddenly holding onto a car that was flying extremely fast, and I realized I was dreaming.

I was going so fast, I could feel my stomach pulling at least an extra g. I started talking to someone that it felt like I must be going 300 miles per hour.

Then I started singing Maybe I'm Amazed by Paul McCartney. I know my voice isn't that great, but I thought it sounded pretty good, and I was a little surprised at my power. I belted out a couple stanzas really enjoying the speed and the song.

Then I was with my fgf, having lost lucidity.

Spoiler for Sexy Time:

She licked my balls and was going to give me a hummer, but the hummer never happened. I was upset about that.

I then woke up and went to the bathroom. I went back to bed and

#50
was lucid again. I saw a blonde and decided to get my hummer with her instead. I got it, but I couldn't feel it that well.

That's all I remember of this dream. I'm not even really sure there was any more to it.

Mayan Calander

I was in a shop selling crocheted female clothing. They were Orange and Yellow against a darker background. There was a skirt with a Mayan calendar. I wanted to buy it badly. First I looked at the other designs. They were also of Mayan design, but more abstract.

Little Luck in a Crowd

I woke up to go to the bathroom. Returning to bed, I practiced SSILD. I believe the dream actually occurred a couple hours later. I think I woke up to turn off my phone alarm, and within five minutes, I had the dream. My phone snooze only lasts five minutes, and I think I dreamed between alarms.

I went in and out of SP. I heard a wooshing sound as though something went by very quickly. I thought it odd.

I did an RC but couldn't see my hand. I was still awake. I relaxed and let sleep take me, every once in a while thinking about my typical subject of choice. In and out of SP, I finally slipped into a dream.

I enter the Waffle House (IWL I have hit the Waffle a few times, once to meet a friend M.) The place is packed. I spot a blonde and move in. I put her on the table, lie down, and kiss her. I can't really feel her lips. I'm to awake, though my dream has materialized so that it builds itself.

I tell her to open her mouth (so I can really kiss her), but she doesn't. I decide to try to make it with her. I attempt to pull my pants right off my body, but it doesn't work, so I try to take them off the regular way.

There dream shifted to a flat, cement structure, but I forget what happened if anything.

I had a lot of trouble with this lucid. I was too awake. The success here is that SSILD may be working.

I was in a second house of ours. I got in bed.
There was nice art around the house.

Dream Skip

In bed, a skateboard gang was skating outside. The sliding glass window was open. They came closer, so I had to say something, but I was afraid because they could gain entry.

I said hello, and I used to skate, but they can't come in. One guy came down and walked in my room. I pretended to get a gun, then remembered my dad's old knife. I got it for real, went up to him and stabbed him.

Dream Skip

Now I'm in my Dad's old house. I realize that I shouldn't be here because the house was actually sold, and I realize I'm dreaming. I can't leave fast enough. Remembering a discussion I had with CanisLucidius, I jump and phase through the door with ease.

I decide to go to a neighbor's and make it with her. I fly down the lawn and there are flowers in a garden on the left and right. I take them all in. What a beautiful path to the neighbor's! It was two large beds of Asiatic lilies.

I don't want to lose lucidity, so I say, "I am lucid" as I fly. I get to the neighbor's door, and with haste, I phase right through. I fly to where I know the bedroom door is. I have my father's knife. I lay it on the bed. I see everything so clearly. Her underwear, others in bed...no problem. I do what I want from the back. It isn't quite right so I pull her blue and white underwear to the side and continue.

The guy wakes up. I don't want this to ruin anything. He suspects something and moves closer. I back-hand him in the face and he stays on that side of the bed. The chick says, "Well that was something!"

I flip her over and try to put it in. She puts her fingers in to get it ready. I don't want to lose lucidity so I go ahead and put it in and start to make it with her. I see her so plainly. I touch her while I'm doing her, enjoying the way her skin feels.

I woke up.

I don't know if SSILD worked, but that is the technique I used. I used it after waking up to use the bathroom, so it was the right time also. I then thought about what I wanted to dream about. I don't know if it was the technique or not, but it certainly worked out exactly how I wanted and better. This was the best, most controlled, most vivid, longest lucid I've possibly ever had.

BTB now. Good night.

Notes for dreams so I can go back to bed:

Lots of land with bails and bails of hay, only dark.
Someone said, "If all this were mine, I would re-hole every horseshoe until they were perfect" or something like that. I saw a horseshoe with a hole in it in my minds eye.

Then I was sitting with a boy who stitched up some grey, suede leather so that it contained some RR spikes in a leather tube. I helped by banging a another spike into it so the head stayed above the leather. (I have six new RR spikes IWL). The leather tube eventually turned into a hat.

I asked him to help me stitch one for myself. He then revealed a larger black hat for me. Then it turned out to be a football, which disappointed me.

Then I had to use the bathroom. I went in and the john was really small and had no lid. As I started to take my pants down, someone disturbed me. Jesus!

At a weird party, my brother got a piece of clothing caught on the top of a door. Someone took a piece of mom's jewelry so I did too, but I decided to return it.

I Went up stairs picking up miniature pitchers along the way, then a lady picked one up and tossed it back to me.

I returned the jewelry, then it morphed into a cool gun. It was small and crude, made of wood and brass or gold. You pulled back on a stick which was connected to something so that when you pulled the trigger, the stick was released and it would hit the projectile inside. It was awesome.

Then there were a bunch of brass dishes. (Yuck, right?). I had a false memory that I grew up with it. (IWL I did grow up with similar stuff) I was putting them away, admiring the shape of some of the cups. The were like a mix between a Chinese tea cup and a soup bowl. They seemed to be the perfect size.

I was watching video of women rubbing their nipples. All of them were perfect.

Visit With My Dad

I was on a roller coaster kind of ride, but instead of normal cars, I was on a piece of my father's furniture. I was sitting with my boy. My dad was in front of me and he was probably sitting with my brother.

We were slowly climbing up into the trees. Some were Oak trees, or similarly nice hardwoods, and every so often there was a Dogwood. They were beautiful. You could see where they were in the forest before you got to them because they had pink or white flowers, but in the dream, the flowers were like gumballs. It was a great perspective to see the trees up high on a ride.

Dream Skip

I'm at the side of a bed about to get in. I notice a stain on the sheet that looks nasty. I tell the person in bed about it. We're looking closely at it now. I see it is still fresh and spreading. That is really nasty. I'm not getting in this bed.

Dream Skip

I'm in bed with my dad again. I tell him that I wish I could buy 10 acres and level it. Then I would plant nothing but Oaks, Elms, Dogwoods, and other nice trees, and the only trees I would let grow would be nice trees. I would put something down on the ground to block other trees from growing. (This is something I wish I could do IWL. It is straight from a waking wish).

I asked my dad if he has lucid dreams. Then I said, "Yeah, you do. We've had this discussion before," (this was a false memory). Then I told him that I just wanted to have a cup of coffee with him. (I recently told someone IWL that that is all I want from my dad, nothing fancy--just to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee.)

My dream ended right there. This is typical. I made the salient point and so my dream ends.

FA

I'm with my brother. He's telling me that someone (who is on a radio show) wants him to call. He said that he has asked him to call any time he's feeling down.

I tried to tell my brother about my dream with dad because it made me so sad. My brother didn't care. I started telling him anyway. I told him that I told dad that "While he was alive, I just wanted to have a cup of coffee with him." I also told him about the Dogwood trees with gumball flowers.

Dream Skip

I'm driving down the road and see someone's car is overheating. I want to get him some antifreeze, but he's so close to the store he can get it himself.

I end up going in a store for some reason anyway, but there is nobody or anything I need, so I leave. Now there is a doorman taking money and letting people in. He ends up telling me nobody sneaks in. I told him I didn't sneak in. I just walked right in. Then he came after me. He was black.

A white punkish guy saw me running and threw a can at the black guy to help me get away. Then the black guy had some friends coming after me too. The black guy got the can and threw it back at me. The white guy gave me another can to throw back. The new can was empty, but I retrieved the other can and it had some liquid in it. That would hurt! I threw it at the guy.

I started running away and made it to the white guy who is now with a friend. They are now against me. They did some weird maneuver where they set up a punch and both hit me at the same time. It was a memory from a hit in a football game or something IWL.

This part of the dream was really vivid.

Lucid February ToTM Attempt

I was driving a boss in my truck down the highway. The windshield fogged up, so I rolled down the window a little. I started having trouble staying in my lane, but I got it together. I felt as though I was drunk or tired.

Then I got off on the wrong exit. I started trying to work my way back onto the highway. I got over one lane and started going back onto the highway, but then the road took me a different way. I was afraid it was the wrong way on a one-way street. I kept going until the road ended when I realized I was dreaming.

I then drove off the road, phasing through a chain link fence. Then I wasn't in the car anymore. I was afraid I was going to wake up, so I closed my dream eyes and started floating in blackness. I settled back into a deeper sleep, but then I was afraid I would lose lucidity, so I started saying, "Task of the month. Task of the month."

After two repetitions of that, I was ready to begin. What was the task of the month? Look for a dream flower and give it to a DC. Great! I started flying around looking at a WINTER landscape. Mostly everything was brown, but I did find very small flowers.

First, I found small blue flowers that I'd seen in another dream. I thought this was unoriginal--almost cheating, or simply boring and not really trying or something, so I continued to look for other flowers. I found some more flowers of red and white like Candy Tuft. I picked some white ones. I still wasn't happy though because I thought that I should give a more substantial flower. A tulip or a day lily or something like that.

Then I woke up.

As I tried to go back to sleep, I heard my phone alarm which I just set yesterday to give me subliminal messages. "Reality check. Reality check." Louder and softer. The phone was on WAY too loud, but it was in another room, so again, I don't know if the alarm infiltrated my dream, or if my new friend SSILD worked.

I've spent more time on SSILD than I have any other technique, and I've gone lucid 2 days in a row. I simply don't know which stimulus is kicking me lucid. Oh well. That's the right problem to have.

Germany
I was just inside the border of Germany, looking up a hill at a little city or amusement park inside its own walls. buildings were all gold, or looked like gold. There was a place next to it that was also inside a wall. For some reason, I wasn't able to go any farther than just inside the border of Germany.

It was as though my car had broken down or something, and I was on a time limit. I forgot exactly what the problem was, but I had a false memory that this had already happened once, and it seemed like such a terrible waste that I would be there twice and not be able to see the country.

OGFJx3

I was outside looking at a park bench and there were two girls who looked similar to J. I likened that to torture. Then I realized I was with a girl who looked like J. Not exactly, but close enough. I was pretty happy.

All of her teeth were rotting, so I took out a hack saw and started sawing the bad part of her teeth off. Once I thought I went down too far and would hit the nerve, but I didn't. I think that was the point of the dream right there...now that I think about it.

Vaulting

I was holding a horse for someone. It was a female horse. She was acting up and I called her name hoping she would settle down, but she was acting wild around some other horses. Then came the good part. I was now standing on the horses rump with the reins held firmly, but not pulling on the horses teeth.

The horse bucked, but I stayed on the horse. I felt like a master vaulter. Then the horse bucked again and I stayed on, but I was now about to slide off which I eventually did, but not until people had noticed how awesome I was.

260z Maniac

I don't know how these dream frags stitch together properly, but I was unlacing a shoe because a missed one of the holes on the right side.

Then I was watching a Charles Bronson movie. A guy asked him if he wanted to be an Ace. They kind of brought up the idea of going to war to Charles, and he was game. It seemed pretty reasonable.

Then I was outside. I think I was coming out of a public bathroom...with some other people. Walking out, they stayed in a shadow. I walked out farther and into the light. I had a false memory of a 280z that really looked more like a 260z--trying to hit me. Then the white 260z did come after me.

I tried running away, but as it came at me, I ran up on the hood, went to a knee on the hood, maybe, but eventually the car was gone and I was safely on my feet again.

It turned out Evil Knievil was driving he car. Now he was in a bathroom hanging over the door. I jumped up to knuckle the back of his hands a couple times and then walked away.

I went back to "our" car with a couple other people. One person was upset about something. I noticed a medium sized turtle standing on its back legs and told the person to look at it as it was pretty cool, and maybe she would feel better.

The End

ToTM Two Days Late

I recently made friends with Xanous who told me about SSILD. I read about it and tried it...or part of it. I was so tired I only read part of the instructions and could hardly remember them (not that it was complex).

Either my discussion with Xanous or the SSILD technique...or luck, kicked me lucid last night. What do you know?

I'm flying through a forest of pine trees, already lucid. I'm rarely lucid first thing in a dream unless it's a nap or something.

There are many trees, and they aren't really spaced the way they would be in a forest. They seemed kind of even, though not. I was going too fast, but I wasn't afraid of hitting a tree, and I wasn't really in control of my flying.

There came a momentary break in the trees, then they were back with the same odd density. I just let the dream take me. I knew Canis and Xanous were going to help me!

Soon enough I come out of the trees and see a lake. Perfect! I'll try the Task of the Month!
I looked up ToTM last night and landed on the one for January. I didn't think about that in my lucid.

I need to freeze the lake. With absolutely zero belief, I tell it to freeze and move my hands in an unconvincing display of determination. The lake does not freeze. I tried again, and then I told it to freeze and put my hand in the water. That didn't work. I tried ice skating on the water to build my belief, but that didn't work.

I saw some cars in the water. (driving of course) so I tried to catch up to them to do another optional ToTM. I needed to ask them to choose a number between 1 and 10 or 1 and 100 and see what they said. I forgot which were the numbers to ask. (I just read the task again and I was supposed to say, "I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100. What number am I thinking?" so I didn't really get it right.)

I then found a mean looking, bald guy with a big head. He looked like a biker. I don't know where he was sitting, but he was dry even though I was still on the lake. I think I asked him to pick a number. He told me to leave him alone. I started poking him in the face for being a shitty DC.

Determined to do the ToTM, I left. I was now in a room. there were three people on a day bed with a bunch of small stuffed animals. They were much too old to be part of this pre-school scene. It was like an extension of the TV show they were watching with a little dog.

I asked them what they were all doing and one of them said, "It's on TV." OK, whatever. So I turn and there are now more people in the room. I ask one to choose a number between 1 and 10, then correct myself to 1 and 100. The first guy says "Lama" or "Lama 15." I can't remember, but I didn't feel as though he gave me a number so I asked the next person. I was kind of upset that he was playing games with me. The next person gave me an answer like "R" and then something else. This really wasn't funny. I just wanted a number. I moved on but don't remember what the people were saying. It didn't make sense to me so I had a hard time remembering what they said.

I may have realized that I got my answers anyway, so I decided to show off that I was lucid. I told everyone to watch me. I walked slowly and deliberately on another day bed and when I stepped off the bed, I slowly fell to the floor. Darn it! I wasn't flying well! I jumped and levitated poorly again. I kept trying, eventually using some baskets piled up to do a hand-stand, but not a good one.

When I came down, I saw my wife. I thought I would ask her to pick a number between 1 and 100. Surely she would give me a good answer. Then I thought I should advise her that she could become lucid, but I decided to get her to answer my question first, only I woke up.

Tagline for a Metier

I was standing at medium sized red pick-up truck. It sat up high with a lift kit, it had roll bars, and the engine was in the bed. I read on some part of the engine where the owner had affixed some kind of sticker or embossed right on the engine block this tagline: "Unfortunately, nothing NO2 occurs before a gas line."

I had a hard time reading it, but when I did, it was in plain English.

A Colorful Death

Some guy was seemingly just going about a typical day, but something happened. I don't really remember the circumstances. What I do remember is that it was like the Nightmare on Elm Street III in 3D. The guy was dreaming, he died in his dream, and so he died in real life.

He died in his dream, which may have been more symbolic--that is, it may have simply been that he died in his dream story, but as I watched him in his own dream, I never saw him die.

After I watched him in his dream sequence, my view turned to his actual bed. It was pristine white and didn't have any covers. There may have been a top white sheet pushed towards the foot of the bed. Then a head appeared and rolled just a bit. His dream death equated to a decapitation in real life, but without a body.

The white bed was like a canvas, and a rainbow of color appeared on the bed. It was a rather striking contrast to the head.

Lizards and Snakes

There were a bunch of baby chamelions. Then a snake came and had one in it's mouth.
A narrator started explaining how all the lizards were being eaten, and then there
were many snakes and they were all eating a lizard until there were none left.

Then the narrator started explaining how the lizards are vulnerable when they are out
of their homes, and he started explaining about their homes. He explained that the lizards
lived in a little hole, and I'm seeing everything that is being explained.

The lizards would chew a little home from wood and have their babies in the home. Then
the babies need to chew their own home, and in that time, they are vulnerabl. In this case,
Snakes had eaten every lizard that was running around, but there was a whole where some lizards
had been spared. They came out and there was a whole batch of lizards that survived.

Then one of the snakes was making his home. It was an Eastern King snake, and it made its "home"
by crawling "hard" into the ground, but again, the snake crawled in a piece of wood. The snake
carved out an indentation in the wood as though it were crawling through sawdust.

The snake was crawling around me. I wanted it to crawl around me, so I stayed very still
so it wouldn't go away or bite me. It started crawling around me and I thoguht it was awesome.
He was about 3 feet long and very pretty. Then I noticed that a bit towards its head, the snake's
body was torn. It looked like the nylon from old pool chairs. I felt bad for the snake, but it
also signaled trouble. Then the snake looked at itself pretending it was going to bite itself.
This was just a ploy to not draw attention to the fact that it was going to bite me, which it did.
It didn't hurt, but it was annoying.



Attorney and the Monster

This was such a cool dream. I was watching Perry Mason. His table was in the middle of a huge, empty
room, and surrounded by a little wall all around him about knee or waist high. This scene later repeated
with the wall a bit higher. Anyway, that was the opening scene. Moving forward, a man is choking a
woman on the ground. He doesn't kill her; he merely scares her. She's fine, but she can't get up.

The man runs away, she looks over and now I see where she is looking. There is a rock wall like a cave
wall or something. There are jagged rocks. Right against the wall and kind of blending in, is a rock monster.
He is made of a line of flat rocks standing on edge getting bigger and bigger as they go to his head.
It is kind of like a snake, except made of increasingly larger, flat rocks. Its head is like a triangular
rock, but the corners are way rounded. His expression is painted on with lines drawn in either pink or black,
strange, but I can't really remember which. The eyes were just lines, as with the mouth, but the expression
was eerie. He looked evil. The eyes were drawn like lines going up, over, and back down, so like a frowning face.
the mouth was just a line also, but painted on this rock face, and that rock body, all on the ground, it was
humble and miserable...and wanted to get the girl that had been choked.


The Dog and Flying

I had a dog that was in a cage I think, on a train. It got off the train. I held it by a leash, and someone
told me to just try to get him back up on the train.

I then saw a lady come down from a second story in an apartment, and then come out through a closet. I figured
I could go up if she had gone up and come back down. I went in the closet and saw an opening in the ceiling. It
would be awkward getting up through that opening, but I believed I could do it, so I jumped up to fly through,
which I was successful at. I ended up in an up-stairs area. I knocked over a telephone because I was still flying,
though I was heavy and not very skilled.

I had something like a balloon or something that I put under me. It helped keep me afloat. Now I knock over a
large, multi-line phone. It falls downstairs. I say, "Watch out!" but it hits right next to a woman who never
even tried to move. She looked up. I said, "It wasn't my fault!" It wasn't, though it felt as though it were almost
my fault.

I dip down again as I'm not good at flying, and went back up as I worked on my belief.

The End

Football Guts

I ran over a football with a charter bus. I was afraid it was my professional football, but someone held that one up in good shape, so it must have been my sons junior size football.

Now I'm outside and I see what looks like an eyeball with stringy stuff coming off the back, and a weird yarn-like mass. It is about 8 inches long and yarn is coming out from the center so you can see the ends of each piece of yarn.

I step on the eye and juice shoots up my leg. I find this really weird since my foot covered the entire eye, so how did it go up my leg? I thought about stepping on another eye, but figured it wasn't worth the bother.

Corrupt Politician

There was a politician about to start answering questions. He was in a dark underground room with soft dirt walls. Some voice said he was going to answer based on two names that were in the walls. One was supposed to be a name plate of a person, while the other was an animal.

A reporter type then asked a drawn-out question which I couldn't keep up with, but it seemed to make sense. The politician was sitting in a chair like he was being interrogated. He said, "Your question had something to do with an animal, right?"--and my view was like a camera zooming in on the dirt wall. I soon saw a large and a small dog foot print.

Then the reporter said, "No" (no the question had nothing to do with an animal.) Then the reporter guy asked the question again.

Then there was something about driving down some path and getting away. I had to go to the bathroom, went up stairs followed by 2 guys who were mad that I was ahead of them because they wouldn't be able to pull some job.

The End

Women in a Store

I was in a dorm room, but I think it was also a restaurant. It was very crowded. I had a football in my hand, and I pretended like I was going to throw it. Then a pretty, long, straight, dark-haired waitress type held up her hands for me to throw it.

I was happy to throw it. There were lots of people in front of her but I made a perfect throw over their hands and she caught it. Then she threw it back to me. I caught it, but so did someone else. I fought for sole possession of the ball, but couldn't get it. I told the girl that I did catch it though, meaning I didn't miss the ball.

I was going down the street in a car that you propel with your feet like in the Flintstones...or something. I never saw the vehicle, but that's the best I can imagine it. The only thing is that I didn't propel it like Fred in the Flintstones. I moved it along more like a scooter or a bike, but it wasn't like that either. It was more awkward.

Anyway, I passed a store with an open front. There was a man on a cell phone tossing a large, foamy, red football up in the air the way I toss a ball to myself when nobody is there to throw it to. I had passed him and stopped to check out the ball. I wanted it, but realized that it wasn't a quality ball, so I'd rather not have it at all.

Then I payed more attention to the store. I saw jerseys hanging from the ceiling. The store was packed with hanging clothes, but that was just the opening to get people's attention.

I decided to check it out, and once I started to go in, I was already in the store. It looked like Hobby Lobby the way the aisles and light looked.

There were about 4 or 5 older ladies talking. One mentioned something about weather this was a dream. I thought about that myself and decided to RC. One of my fingers looked a little funny, but I had five fingers. This always happens to me, so I always count them until I have six, which I did.

I walked up to one of the ladies and told her it was a dream alright, and started copping a feel. Her breasts were wrinkly, so I said, "Hold on." I wanted to be polite (to my DC ) and not let on that I wanted younger breasts. I left and found some people in a line waiting for service.

There were three attractive ladies. I turned their faces to me for a better look and only one was really that attractive, so I took her out of line.

I took her to a room with a table and lay her on it, then I started making out with her. It was a great kiss, but unfortunately it was the best part of the dream.

I decided to take off her clothes. I looked down where her pants or dress would be and she was in some kind of plastic case. I lifted up these latches all along the case and opened the lid like a plastic, top loading file box, but there was just more plastic under the lid. I was pissed.

I tried to take it off but was just wasting my time. I took my pants down instead and sat up near her face and made her give me a hummer, but that didn't last long. Someone peeked in the door and the DC didn't want to cooperate.

Then a man and some lady came in. I didn't want to get in trouble, so I was going to kick their ass. I went up to the lady and said, "I'll get to you later." Then I went up to the guy, but then I was outside the room and didn't need to fight him; I was still in fight mode.

I ran up to a table focusing on belief, jumped onto it, and jumped off it and started flying. I became heavy, but kept flying until I went up just a bit. I started fighting some short black guy, though it wasn't really fighting. It was more showing dominance. I asked, "How can you fight me when I can do this?" I was flying all around him, though I was so heavy, he could grab a-hold of me. Not my finest lucid hour, but it was still fun.

Then I was outside. A lady came running up and screaming. Something was wrong with her little boy, so I lay her down and tried to make her give me a hummer. She didn't fight, but I didn't really get a hummer either.

I did first consider helping the woman and her boy, but it was a dream, so I decided against it. I wonder if the dream would have been more interesting if I had helped her. Maybe next time.

Anyway, now my friend J. F. is with me giving me advice on such occasions. I asked him if he'd been looking in on my dreams. He said, "I've been paying attention." The point was, he thought I shouldn't be making people give me hummers, or at least not when they are in need of help. I was offended that he would and could spy on my dreams, but I thought it was interesting also.

I wondered how he did it. He said you take a diaphragm-and he held up some little something between his fingers. It had cartoony sparkly lines coming out from it like it was glowing. This scene repeated once or twice. I don't remember what he said he did with this "diaphragm."

Anyway, it was time for us to fly off and help the lady. We all went in that direction, but the lady had to run. J.F. and I flew. I was still heavy, so we pulled me up a bit, though I saw him pull me up from third person as I was flying. He grabbed onto the flying person by a coat, probably a coat I've been thinking about lately.

Then my dream ended.

This dream was full of inspiration of what I've been thinking about lately, including inspiration from CanisLucidus. I should track my lucids inspired by intention after talking to my DV friends. There have already been several instances, mostly, if not all by MoJoe and MrDreamsX.

Football

IWL, I've been spending time at a friends house watching and throwing a football, eating and drinking, and so forth.

Last night I dreamed I was at this house, but didn't bring anything to drink. At first I was lying down. There wasn't enough room for me to lie down.

Then I was up and realized I needed to get something to drink for the party. There was snow on the ground, but I was determined so that I wouldn't be asking to drink other people's beverages. Others were advising against leaving under those road conditions, but I was going to leave.

Dream skip

I'm going to throw a football. I can throw my "The Duke" football, or another professional size football. I feel the other ball to determine which I prefer. I prefer my football--"The Duke," but I wanted to feel the other football well since I'd already made my decision. This was the best part of the dream. It wasn't so exciting, but I got a very good sensation of feeling from the football. It was really cool.

The End

My dreams followed close behind what I was thinking about as I went to bed.