***19 November***
Had three lucid dreams last night! Three! From now on I will only post my lucid dreams, and any normal dreams which are particularly interesting. I just don't have the time to write down every detail of every dream, but I would like a log of my lucid dreams for inspiration.

Lucid Dream #1:
I am in my room questioning whether or not this is reality, and decide to do some reality checks. I try to put my finger through my palm, but for some reason that doesn't work. I'm nott convinced though. I pick up a tube of toothpaste and try to put my finger through that. Sure enough, with some effort I am able to stretch the tube out and pull off a big chunk of it, as if it's made out of gum or something. I try to walk through my door but that fails. Eager to go do something meaningful, I just open it up and go on my way. I decide to go to the floor below me, where I know some very attractive girls live. I walk around grabbing the boobs of every girl I see, which is quite fun. I try to take one girl to a private room where we can have sex, but for some reason she turns into a cat. (?) Anyhow, I go into another room and try to make a specific girl I know to materialize. I am unable to come up with a good replica of her, however, and lose lucidity shortly thereafter. Then I find myself on the set of MadTV, where I participate in some idiotic sketch. I wonder why I dream so much about television when I haven't even watched it for months.

Lucid Dream #2:
I am in a room with lots of small animals, some of which I know are supposed to be there, and some which are not. There are some kittens and some squirrels, from what I can remember. At some point my sister shows me a movie on the Internet that deals with Christianity. There is a magician trying to reenact some of the miracles of Jesus, and then somebody comparing Jesus to Hitler for some reason.

The scene changes to a vision of ancient Israel where Jesus is absolute dictator. (Yes, I know this is nothing like what it was like...) My sister and I for some reason are sucked into the movie, which becomes reality for us. It looks like Monty Python's The Life of Brian, except there are Israeli flags and blue and white things everywhere, to convey excessive nationalism. I remark to my sister that some of this is actually Finnish, since I can point out some blue-and-white Scandinavian crosses on things, as on the Finnish flag. I walk up to a rather anachronistic, modern-looking building, with somebody barking orders over a loudspeaker for everybody to get back to work. Somewhere in here I become lucid, and attempt to enter the building. I decide it might be fun to try flipping off a guard. I know there will be lots of sirens and alarms and stuff if I do, but I use my lucid powers to make him let me by with no confrontation.

I walk down a hallway, and attempt to find the girl I was unable to find in my previous dream. I find her, although she doesn't look quite like she does in real life. I kiss her and give her a nice shoulder rub, which she appreciates. I then go back into the hallway, where I go on another boobie-grabbing spree. I overhear somebody mentioning marijuana, and decide to share my views on the subject. I proudly proclam, in a loud voice "MARIJUANA -- THE BEST DRUG ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH!" I approach them and pull out a joint. I can't see it, but I know if I pretend enough that it's there it will become visible. I light it up, take a drag, and pass it to the next guy. After looking away and looking back, it is indeed there. When it comes back around to me, I knock off a long string of ash at the end, which I can feel is hot. Anyhow, I take a drag and continue down the hallway on my boobie-grabbing spree. Eventually I find myself in an empty room with some multi-colored semicircular bleacher-like things and some graffiti which reads "Chris is 2 good 4 the team". The dream fades and I wake up.

Lucid Dream #3:
I find myself on the bus, naked for some reason, but it seems nobody can see me. I am wondering what I would do when the bus stopped. I plan on getting out of the bus and running back to my room as quick as possible. After a while, though, I find out I'm not really naked but in my bathrobe, although the bathrobe is open and my genitals exposed, and I don't seem to be able to close it although I have to admit I didn't try very hard since nobody seemed to notice me anyways.

The bus driver is having an argument about freedom of speech, and what should be tolerated. He proclaims to the entire bus that we should say whatever we feel like saying. In response, the passenger next to me makes a very offensive comment about black people. Two furious black passengers get up and make their way over to this person. He frantically apologizes and barely avoids getting the crap beaten out of him.

I could see in the reflection in the window that not only was I in my bathrobe, but my hair was all messed up. The person sitting next to me is trying to take pictures of me or something, and after reflecting upon the strangeness of this whole situation I figure out I'm dreaming, and exit the bus (by going straight through the side of it). I'm not completely lucid at this point, as I still feel I have some obligation to go to class. I decide to run back to my room.

I find that a classmate of mine who was on the bus is running after me, and I stop to let him catch up. I ask him why he was on the bus since I know he has a car. I wonder how he will respond to this, since I can't imagine a good answer, and I know he is just a figment of my imagination. But my imagination is more fertile than I give it credit for. He responds that he doesn't want to miss out on all the bus station action. I try to tell him that there's really nothing exciting about busses, and he disagrees. I decide to get on with the dream, though, explaining that I need to go put on some clothes. I continue walking to my room, where it dawns on me that it's Saturday and I don't need to worry about class.

I reach the top of a stairway, where I remember that I'm dreaming and become aware of the fact that I can do whatever I want, no matter what day of the week it is. I reach into my mouth and take out the gum I'm chewing. This makes my hand sticky, and I try to remove the stickiness with my other hand, but this just makes that hand sticky too. My hands remain sticky for the remainder of the dream. I find another staircase, which seems to go down several stories in a spiral. I decide to try to make the girl I have a crush on materialize again, by envisioning her walking up the stairway. I see the arms of two people coming up the stairs, one of which is wearing a red shirt, as was the girl when I last saw her in real life. I conclude that this must be her. A large man appears to my left, wanting to go down the stairs. He claims to be some top military official, but I tell him not to go down the stairs until these two people reach the top. He obeys my command.

The girl finally comes to the top of the staircase, and finally I have made a clear image of her. I am delighted. I put my arm around her and walk around with her, just feeling her warmth and chatting with her casually. After a while, I decide to hold her hand, but my hands are still sticky. I see somebody coming up with a big yellow tray of water, and try to wash my hands off in it, but am unsuccessful. Oh well. I continue holding the girl's hand until the dream fades and I wake up.