Mortal Mist

[Wandering, and Message Sent]

I was trying to WILD, and I felt the vibrations massively, but I hadn't had any HI or anything yet, and I didn't know if I was going to go into a dream or just some void. Luckily I ended up where I did.

Wandering, and Message Sent

I'm walking around, sometimes inside, but mostly outside on paths and sidewalks. There are lots of DC's wandering around, and I am looking for the right one, either to have some fun or to get some experimenting done. It's really dark, and I'm having problems with clarity and focus. Multiple times I rub hands together, and practice spinning, but the dream quality tends to degrade quickly. (I think I was near awakening; I even felt Tom moving around.)

I converse and/or have sex with one or two DC's, but I feel like I'm doing all the work. As the dream continues, it becomes more stable and the DC's become more substantial. I see a really big, hideously ugly man; his face is so horrible he hardly looks human. "That's the one", I think. 

I come up to him and ask him if he will do me a favor. He has become an ugly white guy now, not so much of a monster. He says "Yea, sure", kind of sarcastically. I ask him his name; he says it is "Hodges". I ask, "Will you give a message to someone for me?" He says that he will. I tell him that the message is for Tom. Then I realize--no, not Tom, what am I saying? I correct myself and say the message is for pj. I also tell him pj's real name, and where he lives. The DC says, "No problem, we've got that area covered." The DC asks what he is going to get out of the deal. I tell him that pj will let him touch him after he delivers the message. This seems to be good enough, and he agrees.

I wander around some more. I see a big ugly black man, but I know it is the same DC even tho he's black now instead of white. I go to him to make sure he has everything right. He says, "Tell pj [the message], right? As soon as he says that, I realize that the first time I talked to him I may not have even said what the message was.  Well, he knows anyway. I say, "Yea, and tell him that Moonbeam is sending it." The DC says, "OK, I'll tell him that [my real name] is sending it", in a smart-ass way. I like this DC anyway, and we walk together for a while, my hand on the sleeve of his coat.

[Floating]

Floating

I'm floating around at about eye-level, just going thru the house, turning and twisting like I'm a ghost or something, without any substance.

Salad for Seeker

Seeker is sitting at small table and chair outside. He has my big metal salad bowl in front of him. There is already a bunch of lettuce in there, and I am chopping up more vegetables to put in there. I'm cutting some unknown vegetable, which turns into cabbage as I cut it. I y, "Oh, I didn't know (this vegetable) and cabbage were really the same thing. Seeker says, "Yes, it is, and the trick is to not use too much." I agree with that. Somebody is shoveling snow next to us, I realize; I think it was Italian Monkey. She says something to us.

Family Reunion

I'm with a bunch of Tom's family, but Tom isn't there. A man shows up, somebody who we have not seen for a very long time. We are all happy and excited to see him. It is JW, a good friend of my long-time ago ex, who I secretly had a crush on. He is talking to us, and mentions that he has a GF. A woman I don't know says, "Oh no! You have a GF!", and looks very sad and disappointed. I don't realize it until she says it, but I then realize I feel the same way. I am sitting on a chair, and JW is next to it. I reach out and put my arm around his waist to hug him, and he looks at me as if to say don't worry about the GF. So I don't.

I go into the kitchen and start chopping up watermelon without a cutting board. I realize what I'm doing, and stop to get one, but Tom's brother gets it first. Tom comes in and I remember that he doesn't like watermelon. I go to the sink and I want to get something out of it, but there are some yukky big dangerous looking bugs swimming in the water. I chop at them with the knife, and the get bent in half but don't die.

Neglected Dog

I'm at my Dad's house taking care of things. I remember I have not been outside for several days to take care of our dog, which is the dog we had when I was a kid. I go outside, and Sam is alive and happy to see me. I'm very glad I didn't let him die. I see his water dish is empty, but he dug a big hole to get some water. A deer carcass is in the water. I want to get rid of it, but everybody tells me not to worry about it.

Rainbow

I'm in a pavilion, in a park, by a lake. It starts to rain on one side of the pavilion, and I watch it come over to the other side. I am sitting with a group of people, and there is another table there too. The moving-rain is really cool, and I yell at everybody to watch it. Then I see my Mom, so I go out to her. There is a really big, oddly wide, 3-D and substantial looking rainbow. I turn to get my camera, but when I turn back the rainbow is already shrinking. It collapses and disappears into a puff of clouds as I watch.

Sending back my i-pod

Tom tells me he is sending my i-pod back because I am not using it enough.

[Part 1 - Elves and Fairies (a movie dream)]

I had an aware DC dream, but I was a little disappointed because I didn't get any questions asked, and I seemed to have regressed in my ability to deal with aggressive DC's, and failed to control the situation, and my fear.  This was a DILD after a failed WILD, supplement enhanced.  It is in three parts, but they were one long dream.

Part 1 - Elves and Fairies (a movie dream)

Two boys are flying above a cityscape.  Between them they have a net, in which an animal is trapped and struggling.  The animal escapes--it is a beautiful winged creature, not a bird or a butterfly but something in between.  It is swoops and dives, trying to avoid re-capture, but the boys are skilled flyers too, and are right behind it with the net stretched between them.  The creature is pitiful in its fear and panic. Escape seems impossible; the boys nearly have it again several times.  The creature suddenly plummets towards the earth, preferring to kill itself than be captured.  The boys pause, hovering over the spot where it hit for a moment, then they fly away.  The creature is motionless for some time, but then begins to stir--it's alive!  Whether it will recover and fly again cannot be determined, but there is some hope for it.

Part 2 - The Dwarf and the Baby

In the city-scape below, two men are walking together.  The neighborhood is mixed industrial and run-down residential, very dark and dirty.  Both men are shabby and derelict, one old and one younger.  Altho both appear destitute, the older man seems have taken the younger under his wing, and is helping the younger man and giving him advice; he may even be taking him back to where he lives, which is hardly big enough for one person.  The old man says, "It gets very strange around here when it gets hot". 

The young man notices a thermometer, which reads over 90 degrees F.  He sits down on the side-walk, exhausted.  A dwarf and a baby walk by him.  He thinks this must be what the old man was talking about--strange fantastic characters that come out when the day heats up.  The dwarf walks by him, but the baby comes to him and tries to communicate with him.  The baby is upset, and the man tries to comfort it.

A bell rings, and workers pour out of a near-by factory.  The are laughing and joking, glad to be out of work, and several of them are drinking already from 40 oz. bottles they are carrying.  The young man tries to tell the factory workers about the strange encounter with the dwarf and the baby.  A projection of the incident begins to play on the side of a building--but the man is alone in the scene, no baby is there with him, and it appears that he is just a crazy person talking and crying to himself in the street.  He is very ashamed for a moment, but the factory workers laugh, and the man realizes that it has happened to all of them at one time or another--this area is known for the spirits that play tricks on people.

I become the man.  Someone runs up to the man/me and says, "Your friend has been stabbed!"  I run into the shabby apartment that I have been sharing with the old man.  There is a woman laying on the couch, bleeding from multiple stab wounds, obviously dying.  There are several other people in the room who are milling around helplessly. I run to her side; I don't know her, but I'm horrified.  "What can I do!?" I cry, and yell at the people to call a doctor.  The stabbed woman sees the candy bar in my hand, and asks for a bite.  I feel a little reluctant to give it to her, since I don't want to eat after her, but I do, and she is grateful.  She says that she is still hungry, so I go to the kitchen to get her more to eat.  I find some old stale food and bring it to her, and she eats it.

I do this several times, and each time I go to the kitchen, more food has been prepared for me to give to the woman.  I find some fancy cake that I know wasn't there the time before, and I think, the magical people that live here, like the dwarf and the baby, must be responsible. I take a bite of the cake--and it comes to me...this is a dream! 

The Art Shop and Mean DC's

I go back out into the front room.  The stabbed woman has completely recovered.  I take the quickest escape I can see--I run for the window and dive thru.  I'm falling from an extreme height, higher than I've ever fallen before.  I try to slow my descent so the impact won't be too much and maybe wake me up.  I don't manage to slow down, but at least I am prepared when I hit the ground, and really don't feel anything at all.  I instantly reverse and fly back up into the air, and cruise around looking for something interesting.  A few DC's notice me, children who point and tug at their parents arms to show them the amazing sight of a flying person, but the grown-ups ignore them.

I go into a house, thru the front door.  A woman and several kids are watching TV.  I sit next to the woman.  She is not alarmed, and thinks that I am a friend of a friend.  She begins to talk about some money that they raised for some function, and I play along, nodding  and smiling.  The kids take no notice of me.  Then I see a face outside of the window; it seems to be someone leaning over from the roof, because I think it is upside down.  The face stares at me, becoming strange and deformed, and I can't tell if it is upside-down or right-side up.  I lose my nerve, and decide this isn't the right place to talk to any DC's.  I make my escape via the window again.

I fly for a distance, then I see a shop and glide thru the window.  It is a wonderful mixture of a book store and art gallery.  I float down amongst the tables of books and paintings, landing here and there, leaping like a ballet dancer, very gracefully balancing on one toe on the top of precarious stacks, and feeling quite proud of myself for my acrobatic abilities.  The paintings are incredible; glowing and iridescent and magical; they are arranged by subject, and seem to go on forever.  I stop occasionally to admire them, and wonder about my mind's ability to create such beauty. 

Most of the people in the shop are rummaging thru the books and paintings, and don't pay much attention to me.  However, one man does notice me.  He comes and asks if he can help me, eyebrows raised as if he disapproves of my behavior, and I realize he works at the shop.  I tell him that I am just looking, and he directs me to various the various categories of art that I might be interested in.  He seems quite friendly and helpful, so I say, "I'm not really here to shop--I'd rather ask you some questions."  His demeanor changes instantly.  His friendliness is gone, and he turns his back and walks away from me, making negative comments. 

Well, so much for that one, I think.  I turn and walk up a spiral staircase.  I ascend a few flights, and I leave the shop and am walking up narrow flights of stairs.  After quite a few flights of stairs, there is a man standing in my path, and I stop a few steps below him.

"I'll answer your questions," he says to me.  I get bad vibes; he is a little too helpful seeming, smiling at me, but in a leering way that I've come to recognize from those DC's who are going to give me trouble.  OK, I think, and try to remember what I want to ask him.  As I am thinking, I realize that both of the DC's hands are on my shoulders.  "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MY SHOULDERS!", I say to him.  He continues to leer at me, and moves his hands down to my chest.  "Is this better?", he says in a sarcastic, slimy way.  I'm really not liking this situation at all, and to make it worse, everything goes black.  I can still feel his hands on me, and I hear a woman giggling.  I say, "Who is that?  Who is here with us?"  and the man says, "Oh, tell her your name is Boomer."  They are laughing and not even trying to hide their deception from me.  I feel very uncomfortable, so I wimp out and wake myself up.

FA--In the Bathroom

I'm in a dark room.  I instantly realize what has happened.  The room seems to be a bedroom, with a bathroom attached.  Out of habit, I walk into the bathroom, even tho I'm aware that I'm still dreaming.  The door swings shut behind me.  I push it, but it doesn't open.  Everything is black, except for a crack of light under the door, and I see shadows like people walking around on the other side.
I feel trapped, and think I've run out of ideas to improve this dream, so I wake myself up.



 

[Ranma's House]

  Gosh now I feel like I'm gonna let you guys down.  I had a very strange dream, unlike any that I can remember having before, but it wasn't really lucid.  In the dream, I was trying to WILD, and when I did, I had another dream in which my control was much better than it usually is, but I just didn't quite get fully lucid.  It's the second one.  It lasted for more than an hour. 

Ranma's House

I travel for a long time on a trip to see Ranma.  I finally come to a house that I know is his.  I knock on the door, and a woman lets me in.  She says that Ranma is gone, but will be back later.  I look around the house.  It's much bigger than it seemed to be on the outside.  There are some huge fish tanks; so big that they have sea turtles swimming in them.  I'm very impressed by Ranma's skill with aquariums.  I think, "Turtles are a dream sign".  Then I see there is a little jewelry/curio shop in the house.  The door opens onto a busy downtown street, altho the house had been in a quiet neighborhood.  The woman tells me that Ranma runs a little shop out of house to make extra money.

Dream WILD Attempt

I'm in strange house, but it's like I'm at a hotel.  My old mentor JB is in a room across from me, and he comes over and we catch up, not having seen each other for a while.  After he leaves, I wonder if I should ask him to come back.  I decide that since we don't work together anymore, it would be OK for us to get together.  I think about the approach that I should use, and I consider just asking him, "Wanna fuck?"  The thought makes me laugh, imagining his surprise, and I wonder what his response to that would be.

I decide maybe that's not a good idea, and decide to try to dream about it instead.  I lay down and try to WILD.  I think about him, and immediately get some great HI.  I'm surprised, since usually WILDing is so hard for me, and I think that I can't wait to tell everybody that it's actually very easy to WILD! 

FA--The Changing Door and Telekinesis

I wake up in the same bed.  My sister and/or niece is there with me. (Often I have this person who is a combination of them in my dreams; my niece is my deceased sister's daughter.)  I think that I should make sure that we have coffee to drink in the morning, so I grind some coffee in the bed.  I get up to find a coffee pot, and to my surprise there are several pots of different styles, sitting on a table, some of them already dripping, but there is just water coming out, no coffee.  My sister/niece asks me if we are going to talk about why we are mad at each other, or am I going to just avoid it?  I tell her, let's just avoid it for now.

Somebody comes into the room; it is a maid who works there.  The room is bigger now, more like a house.  The woman leaves the door open, and I yell at her that my cats will get out.  I go shut the door.  I begin to have a very low level of dream-awareness, which enables me to try to use telekinesis.

The dream continues like this; with more and more people going in and out, and the room getting bigger and bigger until it is like a warehouse. The whole time people keep going in and out, leaving the door open.  Each time I get it shut again, becoming more and more frantic about my cats getting out.   Once I try to shut it but the door-knob is gone.  I concentrate, and make another door-knob form, and I'm surprised that it actually latches when I shut it.  This encourages me, and I continue to use my mind to keep the door shut.  I add a dead-bolt and turn it, but it turns into an open garage door, so I pull it down.   It turns into a sliding panel, so I cause it to become a solid wall.  It turns into glass doors, so I turn it into a heavy wooden door.  It turns into swinging barn doors, so I add heavy bolts and medieval looking cross bars.  This continues for quite a while.   I enjoy my new ability, but it's a strain to keep up with the door, and it seems like I'm never going to find the  solution to keeping it shut. 

Finally I get tired of concentrating so hard on keeping the doors shut.  I ask some work-men to help me pile furniture in front of the door.  They are willing, but very disorganized, with some piling and some taking stuff away, and just not doing an effective job.  I say just forget about it, and I realize that locking the cats up in a room would be a better idea.  I see my orange cat Fox, and go to get him, but he doesn't want to be locked up, and runs away.  As he runs, he gets bigger and bigger, turning into a bob-cat and getting away from me.

Seeing the cat change into a bob-cat makes me realize something -- Cusp is right!  Everything that I turn my attention to has becomes bigger and more important.  First the coffee pots, then the door, then even the cat.  I think this is a good time to practice telekinesis, since I did so well with morphing the door.  I turn around and TK a woman into the air, then bring her down again.  This pisses her off, and she yells at me.  So I begin to TK different objects.  I have no trouble with anything that I try, and I'm glad I finally developed that skill which I've been trying to do for so long.

[Question and Stupid Answer]

Question and Stupid Answer

(I come back to bed after using the bathroom and I try to WILD.)

Tom starts hugging me, which is annoying since I'm trying to WILD and he's messing me up.  He becomes more and more persistent, and I'm surprised he is so awake in the middle of the night.  I don't want to hurt his feelings, and I don't think he'd take being rejected in favor of me trying to have a dream very well, so I give in.  We start having very energetic sex which goes on for quite a while.   I'm getting worn out and thirsty, and Tom gets up to get some water while simultaneously staying in bed with me. 

As soon as I realize it's a dream, Tom goes back to being asleep in bed next to me.  I lay in bed, staring into the dark.  It's so incredibly real, and I start to wonder if I am in my real body or my dream body, and how to go about getting out of bed.  I begin to see an amazing fireworks-like show in a vast expanse of space, with lights and spinning things and colors, and little animated things.  There are sound effects too.  I watch this for some time, but all at once decide to get up and go do something.

I run towards the wall in a diving position and jump.  I bounce right off—dammit!  I never can do that.  I use the window instead.  I fly over a snowy country-side.  It's incredibly beautiful, dark and moonlit with sparkling snow and ice everywhere.  I wonder when the weather in my dreams will catch up with the weather outside.

I look for some place where there will be some DC's.  I see a cluster of small houses.  I look for one with lights, but they are all dark.  I pick one and fly towards the closed front door, wondering for a moment if I'll make it, but I go thru easily. 

A DC is sitting on  a chair in the living room.  It's very dark and I can't see what he looks like, I just have an impression of what he is like.  I have some sort of stick or baton in my hand now, which I'm glad to have to ward him off in case he comes near me. 

I say to him, “I'm looking for Matty.  Do you know him?”

He says, “Yea, I know him.”  Oh cool, I think, maybe I'm getting somewhere.

I ask, “Do you know what the message he has for me is?”

He says, “He tried to e-mail you to tell you.”

This confuses me; I wonder if that could possibly be true.  I think of all the e-mails I get rid of without even looking at them.  I'm pretty sure it's not possible however, and this guy is lying.  I ask him, “Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

He mumbles something incomprehensible, kind of sounding like it ends in “munch”.  I ask him to repeat it, but it's no clearer.  I try one more time, and a woman's voice says very near me, “He said, it's time to eat lunch!”

The sound of another DC so near me in the dark freaks me out, and I decide I don't like these two. 

The Lake

Tom and I are swimming in a lake.  The water is dark, and I don't know how deep it is.  I tell Tom to try and touch the bottom because I don't want to put my feet down.  There are some people on shore, and there is a man with his arms outstretched, with a seagull on each arm.  The gulls fly from his arms to where we are, and I say to Tom, “He's got those gulls trained pretty well!”

We are pretty far out from shore, and decide we better swim back before we get too tired, but it just takes a moment of swimming and we are in shallow water.  We get out of the lake and approach the man who sent the gulls.  It's Tom's Dad, but he is our age.  He comes to Tom and wants to hug him, but Tom tries to avoid the hug.  His Dad sort of corrals Tom towards a wall, and I help trap him so he can't escape being hugged.

Dad's Birds

I go to Dad's house, and he has gotten several more birds in addition to the three that he had.  There is a big beautiful blue macaw, and lots of little colorful birds walking around on the floor.  I think he's gone crazy, getting so many birds, but he's happy and says he wanted to surprise me.  I see some friend of his coming up to the door, and I'm annoyed because I think he probably wants something.


The Game

Still at Dad's house, I'm trying to play dominos with a boy, but I don't know how to play.  I think that to start out we should probably each take the same number of dominos, and I try to get him to take them out with me, each of us taking two at a time until they are gone.  He won't cooperate, and I think this is not going to work. Mom comes over to see what the problem is.  She sits down to play.  The game turns into mah jong, and the pieces are all made out of candy.  We start taking out the candy to play with, and I eat some of it, thinking I shouldn't be eating the game pieces.

Back Home

I'm sitting on the couch with Tom, watching TV.  I am immediately aware that it's a dream.  On TV is two people arguing with each other about the cause of some disease.  I try talking to the people in the TV, thinking that maybe I can get one of them to answer some of my questions.

Tom asks me what the hell I'm doing.  I remember then that he is not really Tom, but just a DC pretending to be him.  I ask him if I can ask him some questions.  He scoots over and puts his arm around me, squeezing me, and says sure.  I ask him if he has a message for my friends (I meant for you guys here—I should have been more specific).  He says something dirty which I won't repeat, and puts my hand in his lap.  He tells me to go put a “Rhino record” on for us to listen to.   I tell him no, and ask him again if he has anything to say.  He says, “I didn't read what was on the tarp.”

[Mean Relatives]

Mean Relatives

I'm at what looks like my Aunt L's house, but Uncle J's family (Uncle J = dead) is there, plus old friend GM (haven't seen for 25 years).  I'm really hungry, and I'm annoyed that no one offers me anything to eat.  I go in the kitchen to find something.  It's really messy and dirty. I think I'll make a toasted cheese sandwich.  I find a couple pieces of holy old bread in the sink.  I start putting butter on the bread, but then I realize it's not butter but some yukky old grease.  Then I look for a pan to cook it in, but there are no normal pans in the cabinet, except for one big giant frying pan.  When I grab that one, everybody freaks out and says I can't use that one, it's Uncle J's pan.  Everybody acts very scared of making Uncle J mad.  I find another pan and make the sandwich.  As I eat it, it tastes just like a regular raw cheese sandwich instead of toasted, but it's OK.  I see a can of tomato soup on the floor, and think darn, that would have been good to eat with the sandwich.  Then Uncle J comes in and people get quiet and get out of his way.  He starts to cook a roast in his special pan.  I want him to cover it and leave, so I can eat some cake that is on the table, but he just keeps adding things and stirring the pan.  So I go sit and eat the cake anyway, it's just left-over scraps so I hope he won't mind.  I was disappointed at first that there was not chocolate, but it's some kind of vanilla caramel cheese-cake, and it's really good, so I don't mind that it's not chocolate.

Sean Connery and Russians at the Casino

I'm watching a documentary about some natives in a forest; they are naked but they carry rifles that look like M1 Garands.  They love to eat Milk Duds, and when they go poop it looks just like Milk Duds too.  They show the natives squatting and pooping out the Milk-Duds, and I think, that's really going a little bit too far. 

The documentary starts to talk about the bears of the environment.  The camera is following a polar bear and her cubs thru the snow.  I think, whoever shot that was really brave to get that close to a bear.  The bear suddenly turns around and comes towards the camera, and I think uh-oh, camera man is going to get it, but then oh shit, I'm really there!  The bear is coming towards me, and I think since it's got cubs its going to be extra dangerous.  I leap out of the packed-down trail into the snow and try to hide.  The bear goes past me.   I wait for a moment, and then a huge grizzly bear walks by too.  It looks in my direction but doesn't seem to notice me.

Finally I think it's safe to come out, so I walk down the path to a big library that is part of the university there.  I go in and I see my purse and back-pack laying by a table.  That's strange, I think, and as I walk to get them, I realize it has to be a dream.  I go to my stuff and get some gum out of my purse, to see what it's like.   It's just like regular gum.  I run and jump on some tables, run up a stack of books and do a back-flip when I get to the top, to the amusement of some of the DC's.  Then I run straight at a tall window and jump out.

I didn't remember going up so high in the building, but I'm like 30 floors up.  As I fall, I try to soar away, but I realize I can't fly!  Oh shit, it's real!  I'm falling, and I'm 90% sure that it's not a dream anymore, it feels exactly like jumping off of something high.  I think, I'm gonna splat myself on the ground right in front of all these people and they are gonna freak out.  I'm scared it's going to hurt, but I figure it will be over soon.  It takes about as long as it should to fall from that height until I hit the ground.

When I hit, I'm in a crouching position, like I hit the ground ready to run, and the ground is kind of spongy, like a tennis court.  Phew, I'm very happy.  I get up and walk into another building that I think is a casino.

When I go into the casino, I'm with Sean Connery and I know we are on some kind of mission.  Somehow I'm carrying my purse, back-pack, and lunch-box, and it's very annoying so I set it down to leave it.  Sean doesn't think this is a good idea, but I tell him the DC's won't mess with it, and it doesn't matter anyway.  So we go to find the elevators to take us into the casino. 

We walk around, trying to find the elevators, but we can't find the right ones.  I tell Sean to hold on, I want a DC to take back to my room, and I pick a blond woman in a white wrap-around dress.  We finally get on the elevator, and me and the woman start to make out.  Sean tolerates this behavior, but he's not too thrilled by it, I can tell.  Sean say something to the elevator operator, and the operator says, "Oh you guys made a big mistake, this is the Russian elevator!"  Oh crap!  We all freak out, and the operator says that he has to tell on us, but he will give us a break by opening the doors and letting us out so we can run away.  He says we won't have much time, maybe a few seconds. 

He radios to somebody that he has us, then takes us back down and opens the doors.  We jump out, but the Russians are waiting for us, and I think, that wasn't a head start at all!  There are several Russians, and they have blow-guns that shoot darts and spray poison.  I manage to grab one of the blow-guns, and we run thru the crowds of people, me shooting them and them shooting me, poison darts and poison spray going everywhere, but nobody seems to get hurt.  I wish I knew how to stop and fight them, but I'm too scared so I keep running.

The scene shifts.  I see Sean Connery in a Star Trek uniform, waking up on the Enterprise, and it's like it was all his dream and now it's over because he woke up.  I think, something's wrong, I don't think Sean Connery was in Star Trek.

(wake up, DEILD)  I'm back in the casino.  I pick another DC to go up to my room with me; this time it's a big, thuggish guy who looks like he might be security.  At first I am leading him, but then he seems more and more in charge, and he's walking faster and faster and dragging me along.  I tell him, "This is my dream!  You want to know how I know?"  He seems amused and patronizing, like, "OK, crazy person, why is this a dream"?  I explain to him about the previous dream, and Sean Connery and the Russians, and he keeps smiling and walking and pulling me along. 

We get into an elevator and he looks down at me.  I'm not liking him as much anymore; he seems kind of scary.  He bends over to kiss me, and I think, "Oh shit, he must be over seven feet tall!"  Right before he kisses me, he asks, "Democrat or Republican?"  I say, "Libertarian!"  and this seems to piss him off extensively.  He starts yelling how he hates people "in the middle".  I say, "No, we're left of the left and right of the right!  Not the middle at all!" but this doesn't help, and he is getting more and more enraged, so I think I better get out of that dream.

[FA]

(The dream was much too long to be told in linear detail.  Here are the highlights.)

--Sex.  ( No details, sorry, I don't want my brain to get shy and quit letting me have it.)

--Lots of flying around, looking around, looking for people.  I interacted with several DC's but most seemed to treat me normally.  Once I did get trapped in a room with one, it was a small room with no furniture.  He started trying to touch me, but I avoided him, and he asked, “How much are they paying you?  Whatever it is, it's too much!”  I told him to leave me alone, and that I was a spirit and he couldn't do anything to me anyway.  I tried to go thru the wall, very slowly this time, but it didn't work.  It was dark in the room, so I floated up near the ceiling and flattened myself out to hide from him.  After the DC was gone, I saw a tiny window, like about 6 X 4 inches.   The walls were very thick.  It was kind of like an adobe jail cell.  I thought I could go thru the window, so I dove at it, but when I hit I got stuck.  So I concentrated on going very slowly, and eased my way thru the wall.  It didn't really feel like anything, at most like the resistance of water, but it took a moment or two.  It helped that I could see outside, I think.  (I won't count that one as going thru a wall, I'll wait until I do it without any window at all.  I was glad to get that done, I think I can do it for real now.)

--I was flying in and out of houses and buildings looking for pj, or anyone else I recognized.  I saw a man sleeping in a chair, and I knew it was iadr.  He was a thin white man, with gray hair and a short gray beard. (I don't know what iadr looks like IRL.)  I talked to him, but he didn't want to wake up.  I asked him to please just listen for a moment so I could give him a message for the experiment.  He opened his eyes, and I told him the message:  "**********".  I asked him to repeat it back so I would know that he got it, but he wouldn't do it, and went back to sleep.   He was annoyed at being woken up.  I'm not sure if I told him who I was, so sorry about that iadr!

--At one point another DC wanted to do something to me, so I grabbed a big container of salt to throw in his eyes.  This made him back off.

--I flew into a building of auditoriums, all packed with DC's.  I flew around over their heads, calling out for pj, Hodges, and Matty.   Surprisingly, nobody claimed to be one of them.  Once I was on the balcony and I accidentally dropped the box of salt, and it fell down on the floor and broke open, and everybody looked at me, so I said sorry and flew away.  In one room, they started pointing at someone, and a man came forward and said he was “PI”.  He was trying to get thru the crowd to come talk to me, but I flew away before he could get to me.

--I went to a bakery and saw some muffins in the case.  They were mostly white and pink, but I saw some chocolate ones in the back.  I tried to get them, but the DC working there started grabbing the good ones and keeping them away from me.  I got very serious, and told him that he better give me the chocolate muffins right now; and that the didn't know what he was dealing with.  He got very wide-eyed and scared and realized that I might be dangerous, like a ghost, and he pushed the chocolate muffins towards me. I started to eat them, then I remembered I was supposed to be grying to use all five of my senses.  So I tried to smell the muffins, but I couldn't smell them at all.  (I woke up soon, and didn't really get to enjoy the muffins.)

FA
--I stay lucid.  I'm at home.  My brother walks in the house.  I go to him and hug him, so surprised to see him, and I ask him why he didn't tell me he was coming.  He said he wanted to surprise me.  He looks like he has lost some weight, actually he looks a lot younger too, and I complement him. (I think I'll call him today.)

[Holiday in Australia (Making out with JL)]

Holiday in Australia (Making out with JL)

(Starts out fuzzy) I've been wandering around outside in a strange place trying to find a place to sleep; I curl up somewhere and I'm really cold, but my Dad finds me and takes me home.)

I'm in Australia with Tom and Tom's partner JL and some other people.  We're there for some holiday, and we go to see a show.  I think it's going to be like a fireworks show.  We sit on the ground and wait for it to start.  I've taken a drug to make the fireworks look cooler, but it's making me really tired.  I lean against JL and go to sleep.  I half-wake up, and realize what I've been doing.  I'm embarrassed and I try to apologize to him, but he pulls me closer to him, onto his lap.  I try to get away, but I feel all drugged and unable to resist, and it's like we're all wrapped around each other, and I can't get off of him.  We start kissing.  I'm half liking it, but half thinking that I'm doing something really bad.   I look over to see if Tom is seeing any of this, but I can't find him.  I think, oh shit, he saw us and got pissed and left.  I try to get up to leave and find Tom.  JL's head somehow gets caught between my thighs, facing up, and when I walk I drag him along with me.  I try to tell him that I'm not doing that on purpose, but he's laughing and tickling me, and I start laughing too.  I see a mattress on the ground, and I say, “Oh look! Let's get on that!”  I drag JL over to the mattress and we both fall down on it.

FA—Thru the Wall! (Tom's confession)

I wake up at home.  I go into the kitchen and there is a desk there and I sit down.  KF the secretary from work comes over and leans on me, pushing down on my shoulders with her hands.  She is acting very strange, holding me down like she is not going to let me get up, and she seems very robotic.  I think, she's a DC!  Fox jumps on my lap, and I look at him and laugh about him being a DC-cat, but he seems just like always.

I get up, out from under the robot-secretary.  I think that I want to practice changing location.  I spin, visualizing a beautiful sunny day, in a field, flowers, etc.  When I stop, I'm still in the kitchen, drat.  I think that if I jump into the air and spin, it will probably work better.  So I jump up and spin like crazy and try to visualize.  When I land, I have my eyes closed, but I know even before I open them that I am still in the house. I look to see, and I am, I just landed in the other room.  I'm facing into the room with my back towards the wall, and I get an idea.  I think that if I go thru the wall backwards, it will probably work—and it does!  I go right thru backwards and hardly feel a thing.  I'm happy because I finally know a way to get out of rooms when I get stuck.

I'm standing out in the yard, looking into the house.  The wall is gone where I went thru.  I see Tom inside, and I think he's going to yell at me for doing dream-stuff.  He comes over to the hole in the wall and jumps out into the yard with me.

We start walking, and I tell him that I have a confession.  I tell him about the whole thing with JL.  He laughs hard, and says, “I've done it too!”  I am absolutely shocked, stunned beyond belief, he couldn't have said anything that would have surprised me more.  I say, “You made out with JL too!?  When?!”   He tells me about a time at work when there was a party, and he saved some kind of good food for JL, and JL said that he would “pay him back” for doing that.  Tom says, “And.he did.”  I get a vision of JL massaging Tom's shoulders, and I try to stop myself right there before I can finish, but I get a little glimpse of it.

At Work; Message from Chat

There's some kind of party at work and we're all in the break-room.  MH is showing us some jewelry she bought.  She gives me a little bottle full of loose stones, I think at first just to show to me, but then I think it might be a gift.  They are all ugly colors of brown and yellow.  I don't want them, but I realize that she is giving them to me as a gift, so I say they are pretty, and thanks.  I try to leave the room, but I'm having trouble getting out the door because my hands are full.   I look down and in addition to the bottle of stones I have a message from somebody in chat written on a piece of paper in my hand.  I think, I'm going to save this piece of paper.

Fragments

--Doing something with GM (back-flip girl, New Jersey).

--Driving down Broadway in St. Louis.  I know I'm going too far, but I keep going anyway, then I make a u-turn.

--(WILD) I see a room.  There's an actor I'm totally in love with in it, the same guy that once I had a dream that I was his HI.   I try to get myself in there, into the dream, and I do, sort of, part way.  He says something to me, and I'm amazed at how it sounds just like his voice.  I look at his face, and think that my mind got him just right.  (*&#@%!! I lose it.)

[WILD Flying]

(I had 5 or 6 short lucids in a row, but I couldn't really get going in any of them.  I woke up the the awfullest mess of scribbling I've ever seen.  I'll see what I can interpret.  If anything comes back to me later, I'll add it.)

WILD Flying

I'm trying to do pj's method of imagining flying while attempting to WILD, and it works.  One moment I'm just trying to visualize it, then suddenly I feel like I'm falling.  I imagine clouds below me, so that I will fall thru them onto the earth.  A thin white lace or grid-like pattern appears below me.  I go thru that and then I am in clouds.  I see another figure falling at the same altitude as me but some distance away.  It's like a blank white dummy.  I do some flips in the air as I fall, and the figure repeats my movement to let me know it is aware of me.  It comes towards me and stretches out it's arm.  I realize it wants to hold hands as we fall.  I'm reluctant to do it, but I figure what the hell.  We hold hands and continue to fall.  When we hit, everything goes black.  For a few moments I can feel the figure still holding my hand. It becomes uncomfortable, so I wake myself up.

Can't Dream

I'm in bed, aware that I am trying to become lucid, but I don't realize that must mean I'm already dreaming.  Every possible annoying thing is happening:  cats and dogs are running around the room, there are a lot of noisy people in the rest of the house, a TV is on and turned up really loud, my Dad is there and he opens the bedroom door and then won't shut it, despite me yelling my head off at him, Tom is complaining about all my yelling, etc.  Somehow I finally become lucid.  (Can't read my notes after that. )

Bird in Playground

I'm standing in a park.  A bird lands on a swing-set.  I remember my reality check of trying psychically to get animals to do things.  I try to communicate with it telepathically, and it turns towards me and chirps.  I walk up to it and say hi.  For some reason I say hi to the swing-set too.  I scratch the bird's head and neck. (Can't read the rest.  )


The Book

I'm in a small room, looking at a book of paintings.  "The Sound of Silence" is playing, which I realize is because I put the quote in my sig.  My Mom opens the door and tells me that Phil Rhys-Weber (googled; nobody) is here.  I realize that he is the artist who did the paintings, and tell her that.  I have been aware that the pictures in the book are very detailed, but they seem unimaginative and unoriginal to me (they might have been pictures I've already seen).  I'm not surprised, since I realize it is my own mind creating them, but I wish they would be more interesting.  I get the idea that this is my chance to try to read in a dream again, so I close the book and try to read the title.  However, there are shadows on the book, and any which way I turn it I can't get enough light on it to see.

James Purefoy in Bed

I'm in a house.  I think, James Purefoy is going to be in the bedroom, and I go in.  He's there, in bed, shaking and sweating, with the covers all pulled up around his neck, looking like he's dying of something.  A woman is taking care of him.  I ask her what is wrong.  She says that he is upset because he doesn't have enough money to pay his taxes.  I get in bed with him and hug him, telling him it will be OK.  (I finally conjure JP and he's totally incapacitated.   >:()

My Niece and Letter to pj:  Skin Diseases

My niece is supposed to do a report on skin diseases.  I decide to help her out.  I write the whole thing for her and give it to her.  I realize that I probably shouldn't be doing her homework.  She reads the first sentence, and it's all wrong.  She gets a disgusted look on her face, and tosses it aside, saying that she'll take care of it.  I feel like an idiot.

I write pj a letter telling him about different skin diseases.  He instantly writes me back, correcting some mistakes I've made.  I feel like an idiot, and can't believe I've mixed things up so much.

Movie Dream

Police are trying to catch a bad guy.  It seems like the bad guy starts killing all the cops and by-standers, which is surprising in the context because he wasn't really that bad, not like a killer.  But it's not the bad guy, it's some other people who are doing it.  It's confusing because the killers look like people who have already been in some horrible fight, with limbs and stuff cut off, and they're totally pale white.  I realize that they are mutants, not real people, and when they get hurt they don't die.  The end of the movie shows how these mutants evolved from some kind of process of fusion of little fungus-things.  In the process, they became semi-intelligent, but forgot where they came from.  The last line of the movie is something that is supposed to be dramatic, like "There are thousands of them...they can't die...and they love people".  I realize that this means that they will kill everybody in the process of trying to save them, which was what was going on in the crime scene.

[Chat Soccer with Cats]

Chat Soccer with Cats

I'm playing soccer by chat with somebody.  It's sort of like we're really doing it, but sort of like we're playing on the computer.  We are using two balls, and cats are running around marking the boundary lines.  I'm letting the other person make up the rules as we go along.  I know I'm losing but it's still fun.

TwoShadows on MM

I'm reading MM, but it's in the form of a book.  I see some posts by TS.  Tom starts looking over my shoulder, and I want to show him something that she said, but when I look back thru the book it's all drawings and I can't find it.

Semi-Lucid Village

I'm a tech doing an ultrasound on a pregnant man, but I'm doing it on his face instead of his belly.  A weird baby-like cartoon comes up on the monitor.  It looks more like a computer game thing than a baby, and it makes faces and waves its hands symmetrically at us.

I become lucid.  I leave the room and go directly into a crowded place I think of as a village, because all the people are dressed in old-fashioned clothes.  I wander around for a while. (Lose a lot of it here.)

(Later) I pick up a little girl and carry her around with me.  I feel very attached to her, and she clings to me like a monkey.  I ask her if she remembers something that we did together once.  (I can't say what it is because it has to do with the message I'm trying to send.)  She says yes, she remembers.  We talk about a lot of things, but I never do ask her what her name is, nor remember my goal of finding a DC to ask to remind me that I'm dreaming.  At one point a woman tries to take her away from me.  At first I think it's her mother, but then I realize it's not, so I grab her back.  Another time I am running and taking big leaps, and I'm amazed at how I can barely feel the ground when I land.  The little girl thinks it's fun, but once we start to float away instead of going back down, and for some reason I think that will make me wake up, so I concentrate on landing and we hit the ground a little harder.

(Later) I finally gain enough awareness to remember one of my goals.  I get distracted at first by some people from work taking stickers out of my dream journal, which I am carrying around with me.  The stickers say "Take a message" or something like that, and I want them to just leave a couple for me, but they take them all. 

I find a DC that looks like George on Seinfeld.  I ask him if he will send pj a message for me.  He says yes.  I tell him pj's real name and where he lives, then tell him the message.  A woman with straight dark hair comes and sits next to us.  I repeat the information to her.  She starts laughing, and says she already knows all about it.  I am surprised.  She says all the DC's know about our message sending task.  I ask her if she will please just tell pj then, and she says that she will.  There are several other DC's around, so I start yelling to them all what the message is and who I want it sent to.  Meanwhile the George-DC begins to assault the woman, holding her arms and pushing her around.  I tell him to stop it, so he turns to me and grabs my arm.  He's smiling and being really creepy.  I try to shake him off, but the more I try to get rid of him, the more he attacks me, so I wake up.

Delayed Recall
When I tell the DC's the message, their mouths disappear, like Neo in the matrix when the agents first got him.  They nod their heads yes that they will give the message, meanwhile they have no mouth, so I wonder if this means they really won't.

[Strange Journey]

Strange Journey

I'm in St. Louis.  I'm with crowds of people all traveling the same direction as I am.  We go north on Grand, crossover somewhere, then south on Kingshighway.  We look for a place to work or a party, stopping only when we find either one that is suitable for the individual.

The Party

I'm at a huge party, with every famous person, including a lot of people known for their partying, and quite a few who died from their excess partying.  It's great, I'm walking around, talking to the famous people, they're talking to me, we're all having a good old time.  At one point it's so crowded I'm walking on top of people.  Then somebody pulls me away, and I get stuck with this boring couple of people (a man and woman?) who are complaining and pointing out health hazards in the place.  I try to be polite, and ask them how long they have known each other.   They say they just met, and I am surprised, because they seem to be such old friends.  One of them (the man?) tells me that he has this ability to get to know people very quickly.  He asks me a series of questions, which seem random, but I know are like a personality test, designed to evaluate you in ways you may not be able to tell from the question.  Some of them are "what would you do in this situation" type questions, and I try to answer them in the most responsible way I can think of. 

Sex Fantasy, Flying, Eating (I sense a pattern in my dreams)

(This starts as a WILD attempt, which turned into a sex fantasy, and at some point turned into a dream.  I remember thinking at the beginning that I couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, but as it continued I realized that it definitely was.  At some point the DC and I became a couple who had been together for a long time, and the DC turned into a personality and not just a sex-object.  There was actually some back-story going on too, but it mostly just involved sex in various places.  Very fun.)

After we have been together for quite a while, I decide it is time to go.  I remember that I wanted to do the task of going into a mirror before I got distracted, so I leave by going out of a basement door, which leads into some sort of home interior showcase place.  I feel really dirty, so I find the bathroom display area and get into a big fancy glass shower.  When I do, sales people come and yell at me to get out, but I ignore them, and keep showering and using the fancy shampoo and soap that is there.  They yell and threaten to call security.  Meanwhile I plan how I'm going to get out of there when I'm done, or whenever security shows up and unlocks the door.  I "know" I won't have any trouble flying right thru the glass, and I "know" I have solved the wall problem too, so I'll just fly right out of there.

One of the salespeople finally breaks into the shower, so I hug her and kiss her and get her all wet, then I blast out.  I fly right thru the walls of the place with no problem.  I find myself in a walled court-yard, with big brick arches.  I fly out of there, again having no trouble with the solid walls, but find myself in the same place confusing place.  I'm not sure if I'm outside or inside.  It's sort of like flying in an Escher painting.  I realize that it doesn't matter, I can find what I need anywhere, and I don't want to let this "trap" distract me from my goal.

I see some tables, and people sitting there and eating, in a pleasant shady brick yard.  I swoop down to see what they have.  I think that I will be like a ghost, and steal some of their food without them noticing.  It's a bunch of old men.  I perch right in the middle of the table, and take a sandwich off one of their plates and take a bite.  It's kind of tasteless, and they notice that I don't like it.  One of the men says to me, "Here, try this, it's pretty good" and gives me his sandwich.  So much for being sneaky, I think, and the old men give me things like french fries and stuff off of their plates to try.  Some are pretty good, but one guy asks me to see what's wrong with his sandwich, he says it doesn't taste good.  I see it is just two pieces of bread without anything in the middle, and I tell him that he got ripped off and should get another one.

[The Restaurant]

My dreams are a confused jumble now; I slept too long, my writing is horrible, and I didn't get up here to record them right away.  I got lucid, and I remember thinking it was cool because I had two lucids in one night, but they are both so short and fragmented I think I'll just count them as one.

The Restaurant

We keep trying to go to a restaurant, but for each time we get close, for some reason we have to turn back, several times.  We are walking little black dogs that I don't recognize.  The people I'm with keep changing, but by the time we finally get in the restaurant I'm with my brother.  There is a waiting list.  My brother gives the traditional name of "Donner" to the host so we can here them call for the "Donner Party" to come eat.  There is music playing, it's The Cars, and my brother gets mad about that.  I tell him yes, it's annoying, but just deal with it, please.

Lucid Fragments (Induced by the "pretend to be flying" technique, a la pj)

I'm flying around some rooms which are all painted blue.  I stop and press against the wall, testing to see if I can now go thru them.   I do start to go thru, but I don't go anywhere--it's like I get stuck in some void inside the wall.  I freak out a little and get scared I'm going to wake up, so I back out quickly, back into the room.  I turn around and fall backwards, and have no trouble getting thru.  I'm outside, in a neighborhood, and I fly around, in and out of houses, looking for DC's, but I can't find any.  It's a little annoying, but overall I'm happy because now I know I can always go backwards to get out of anywhere.  I think I've done it enough times now that to prove that it works.

(Later) I fly into a very large room; it's like a library or an auditorium.  It feels very old, with heavy dark wood, and I wonder what it's used for.   It's empty, and I think I'll find somewhere else to go, but as I think that the room fills up with people.  They are doing different things, working, eating, etc. and I think I'll go steal some food.  I walk around and find a woman eating a huge platter of cut-up fruit, and I take some of that. 

I leave and walk up a big curved staircase to look for a particular DC.  I run right into somebody, a young guy with long blond hair, and when I see him, I like him, and I say, "Hey, I've been looking for you!"  He's like, "You are?", and we go off to his room.

(Losing my lucidity) When we get to his room, it's a big mess, with hardly any furniture.  I'm not sure even where to sit, so I sit on a mattress on the floor.   I think, oh I shouldn't sit on his bed, he'll get the wrong idea.

P.S. I remembered another fragment.

Alex's B-day

I'm in a house that is crowded with people.  It's a birthday party for Alex Baldwin (my ex-favorite actor).  We are singing Happy Birthday to him, and I notice women putting their hands up in the air, several of them.  I ask somebody why they are doing that, and she tells me anybody who has "been with" him raises their hand.  I raise my hand, recollecting some dream when I was with him.

[Space Trucking]

Another late morning, too much sleep and most dreams forgotten.  I remember one short wasted lucid.

Space Trucking

Tom and I go to what I think is a meeting but turns out to be a party at a co-worker's house.  There is bizarre entertainment, consisting of midgets doing a high-wire act, which isn't really that high since they're midgets.  They are very pitiful; some are old and and some have amputated limbs, but they attempt to perform tricks on the wire.  We could see them being drugged before the show to reduce their fear.  Murmurs go thru the party about how bizarre and inappropriate this is, and people begin to leave.  We decide to go as well.  There is something? going on with a kitten, and I decide to take it home with me.

Tom is driving my truck on the way home, and I sit in the back with the kitten.  We seem to drive for a long time, and I realize that I don't recognize where we are.  I ask Tom if we are lost, and he doesn't really seem to know.  At one point it's as if he's facing me and not even looking where we are going.  Then I say I know for sure we are lost, and when I say that suddenly we are in outer space, with stars going by us. 

I know what's going on.  I tell Tom it's a dream, but I'm not sure if he will believe me.  He turns around and faces me.  I reach towards him and he takes my hand.  He squeezes my hand.  I say, "I love you", but he doesn't answer.  He continues to squeeze my hand and then morphs into different people.  I think, Oh crap, not one of those DC's...but even as I do I realize that it's my real hand that is being squeezed.  I try to move it to a different position so I can get the DC to let go and continue the dream, but the effort wakes me up.  (My hand was squashed in between my knees when I woke up.)

Movie Dream

A woman is alone with her baby in a city.  She is far from home without any money.  She comes across a man and his young daughter sitting in a car; they can't go home because the man is too drunk to drive.  They realize that they can help each other; the woman can drive the car and they can all go home.  It is in the 1930's, and the man says to the woman that this is a new kind of car that you don't have to shift.  I think, I wonder when automatics were invented.

For some reason then they are out of the car and wandering around in an abandoned building.  They see the rotting body of a policeman, with a bunch of cash around the body.  They take the cash, but don't feel like they are doing anything wrong, because it was probably illegal money anyway.  One bill is stuck under the corpse, but they get them all, right before some other people come.  They escape with the money, and it feels like a happy ending.

Dad's Land

My Dad, brother, cousin P, and I are sitting around a map.  Dad is showing us some property that we didn't know he had, and is getting rid of.  There are several small plots, which he crosses off as he decides what to do with them.  As an after-thought, he looks at my brother and I and asks if we want any of it.  He is looking at 8 acres with a cabin, and holding a pencil above it.  He can either divide it or give it to us jointly, and I say, "We'll share it", thinking it would be nice for us to have it together and share the cabin, and stupid to try and divide it.  My brother agrees, and we both feel good about it.

I owe my cousin $8 for something.  I have a bunch of bills, but I just can't add them up right; it's either not enough or too much any which way I look at it.  I have them spread out on the table, and my brother carelessly does something making me think he is going to mess me up or knock them off.  I tell him crossly to be careful or go away, and he yells something really loud at me (I can't remember what he said.)

Then we are all in a car.  My cousin is driving, and I am sitting in the back behind him.  He drives really bad, almost off the road, and I flick the back of his head to make him drive right.  I notice how bald he is and his hair is gray, and I think how weird, he's really getting old.  He starts talking about how he finds dolls creepy, how they are always whispering things and making comments.  I kind of freak out, and ask him about whether he would ever do what he thinks the dolls are telling him to do.  I ask him if that's why he was always so weird when he was a kid.  My brother thinks he sees his dog running in a cemetery, or maybe our cousin's dog, but he uses the wrong names for them.

(Later)  I'm with special cousin P (different than regular cousin P).  She is babbling like always, and I understand a little bit of it--there are cookies in the fridge.  I get them out and dole them out to her, breaking off a piece of one for her, then a piece for me, not wanting her to put her dirty hands on them.

EDIT: Remembered a fragment.

Fragment
 
Tom and I are living in a strange apartment.  I'm standing by the door when it begins to open.  I put my hand on it, but I'm not too worried; I figure when the person feels resistance they will realize they are coming into the wrong place.  The door keeps opening, and I get scared and push on it as hard as I can, and Tom comes to help.  Both of us together are pushing as hard as we can, but we can't stop it from opening.  People are doing it, and they come into the apartment.  One looks like the girl from the Bourne movies.  I don't know what they want.

[Fragment]

Fragment

I'm living in a dystopian future.  I only have three pair of underwear.

Lucid Highway Party

I'm sitting in my car, waiting for some old lady who I'm supposed to take to the hospital.  Aunt D is in the back seat.  The old lady is wandering around, doing this and that, instead of getting in the car.  I'm getting very impatient and I'm complaining to my Aunt.  I open the passenger door and tell the old lady to hurry up and get in already, and she finally does.  I'm also supposed to draw a large amount of blood from her finger, using a huge needle and syringe, and I don't know how I'm going to do that, but she says she will wait to get til she gets to the hospital to have that done, and I'm relieved.

I have a really hard time getting on the highway; we are coming in from a dirt road onto an interstate, and the cars are driving really fast and there are lots of them bumper to bumper.  I can't see a thing, and I'm scared to get on.  Then I find a position where I can see, and am able to get on.  We are driving down the highway, but now the old lady is gone and it's my Aunt, Mom, and niece in the car.  We drive for just a little bit when all the traffic stops.  We get out to see what's going on, and it turns out to be a celebration for the anniversary of the highway or something.  I am quite annoyed by this, and I see a way that we can walk around and continue.  We start to do so, but my Mom wanders into the celebration area instead of staying with us.  I start yelling for her, but she doesn't hear me and keeps on going.  I can't believe how stupid she is, and I think I should probably yell her name instead of "Mom".  So I go into the celebration to try to find her.

I am sitting on a bench, eating some apple-pie out of a big bowl.  I see that's it's almost gone, and I'm like, "Shit, I ate a whole bunch of pie."  Then I think, well it's probably a dream anyway.....Yay! More pie!  I go into the building.  It's all wooden and old-fashioned, and everybody is having a good time eating all kinds of pie and cookies and muffins.  I go to the counter and ask the boy for some pie.  He says just to take whatever I want.  I go sit at a table with some girls eating muffins.  They are huge, like three times the size of normal ones, and I pick one up and start eating.  The Monkees song "Daydream Believer" starts playing, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxz_JBuyF4I, and the girl next to me and I start to sing along with our mouths full.  Everybody at the table is laughing at us.  Then the girls realize something--there is nothing chocolate at the table.  I say I'll get us some.  I get up and look around.  Food is everywhere, and I quickly finding some giant chocolate chip cookies.  I'm reaching for them...(Tom moves and wakes me up! @#$%&*!)

[WILD Attempts]

OK, let me try to make sense of the several hours of lucids, semi-lucids, non-lucid FA's, etc.  I didn't accomplish much.  My alarm went off at the normal time and I should have gotten up then instead of going back to sleep, that always makes me forget everything.

Actually now that I read my notes, it's not making much sense.  I've got a few fragments. (Blue = semi-lucid.)

WILD Attempts

1) I'm on a very narrow bed in a huge room.  I'm trying to WILD.  It's not going very well; I keep being distracted by random thoughts.  Tom moves and I'm surprised; I think, oh, is he here too? The bed expands into my regular bed, and the room contracts to normal size.  (I wake up, and I am surprised; my thought processes were exactly as if I had been awake and really trying to WILD. I realize I must have gone to sleep instantly when I really tried to WILD, and only a couple seconds had passed.  I'm bummed, because I know those in-dream WILDS can work, and can be really cool..)

2) I'm trying to WILD, but Tom is very annoyingly hitting me, poking me, kicking me, talking to me, doing everything he can to mess up my dream. I lie still and try to ignore him, but I'm starting to get very annoyed.  (Wake up, Tom is sound asleep and not attacking me.)

Task Completed!

I see a pencil, and remember that I've been reading about people trying to do the task of the month at DV, which is to "eat something inedible".  It's a small, worn-down pencil, so I can eat it in one bite.  I chew it and swallow it.  It tastes exactly like a real pencil.

Kissing Cousin and Incredible Dessert

I'm at what I think is a family reunion, but with hundreds of people that I don't know.  I'm with a really big tall muscular incredibly sexy black guy.  I'm pretty sure we're not too closely related, which I'm glad about.  We go to fill our plates at the huge buffet.  I put some kind of heavy messy pasta on a paper plate and it overflows all over the place.  Then I find some sort of amazing dessert, something I've never seen before.  It's like this swirly chocolate shell around chocolate pudding, and I abandon the lasagna for the chocolate.

Brush with Greatness

I'm wandering around some kind of street party.  I'm excited to see William Hurt (the actor), somebody that I have always liked a lot.  I call out "Bill! Bill!", and walk up to him and slip my hand into his and walk with him.  I tell him that he may not know who I am, but I have liked him for a long time.  I tell him I have plans for us to spend some time together.  He looks confused, but not resistant. (Tom moves!  Dammit, that's the bad thing about those late-morning dreams, too much restlessness in the bed.)