I had the first genuinely good dream in a while. I was in a fort of mats dancing. A dance teacher was there. Music was playing. I went to change the music, and one of the CDs said "Dream Incubation". It had a disturbing drawing on it, maybe a snake. I don't remember what happened before the dancing.

After the dancing, we went out to play basketball. I think my brother was there. He kept throwing my ball away from me and I would chase the ball to get it, and then there were annoying black bugs by where the basketball was and they were touching my skin. I woke up at 1:10 a.m.

The next dream I woke up at 3:05 a.m. From 3 to 3:30 is the hour where demons wander so I went into my mom's room after writing down the dream. The end of the dream was lucid. I was at a camp with a bunch of people, events were going on. I did a back flip and landed on my feet and then fell down on my back and hit my head and it hurt, so I thought this is real not a dream I finally did a flip and landed on my feet. Then I was given a schedule on a napkin. A bunch of people, girls, decided to go for a run and left the building, so I dropped the napkin and followed them. They got ahead of me and I couldn't catch up. There was a steep grassy hill and I almost fell down. Part of it was as steep as a cliff. I saw a graceful thin woman dancing at the bottom of the hill/valley/cliff. It was a beautiful sight. I started to fly, and I realized it was a dream. I thought, I'm dreaming. I flew back to the building and pushed through the people, a fat man with short black hair. I went into the bathroom and closed my eyes and tried to stay in the dream, and woke up.

Later in the night I dreamt I was laying in a bed with a boy and I was upset about something and he was hugging me calming me down. I forget the rest of that dream.