Lucid Dreaming 2

Lucid Dreaming 2

--March 4, 2007. MILD technique only.

Nothing much last night. I went to bed notably later in the evening, though-- that might have something to do with it. I began with a non-lucid dream involving the purchase of a movie from the iTunes music store. It could be described as being so utterly idiodic that Ronald McDonald wouldn't enjoy it. It was something about a scientist (named Yu) making a double of himself (named W). I can't even remember what happened that. I basically thought to myself "You know, if I'm not in the dream, I can't make it lucid, can I?" So I basically broke that dream and tried again with a new one.

This new one involved me, although it was unremarkable compared to last night's. Basically, I was somewhere, and decided to call in Theo. He was basically like, "Um... Why don't you have a shirt on?" I concluded that I was probably at the pool. Surely enough the scenery changed from blurry nothingness to the pool. I think I asked Theo if he was going to swim, and he said he was and took off his shirt. We jumped in the pool together, but then something strange happened: the gravity seemed to reverse itself and I had neutral buoyancy under the water. I could still breathe, as well. Theo... couldn't breathe. The obvious thing to do here would be to bring him out of the water, but that didn't occur to me. Maybe I was just thinking that the gravity, being the way it is, would just send him up into the sky.

So, I swam (unusually quickly) through a tunnel in the pool. Yes, there was a long, twisty tunnel in the pool. No, I don't know why. I think at some point my normal clothes returned. Before long, Dante showed up in this tunnel, dressed normally, and just standing. He was basically like "Um... What the heck are you doing?" I must have explained it to him but I do not recall any actual words being spoken by me. He said, "How can he be drowning? There's no water here!" There was, obviously, water everywhere.

After that little spat the three of us- myself, Unconscious Theo, and Dante, ended up in a hospital. Theo had apparentally died, but it didn't seem like that big of an issue to either myself or Dante. Nor the doctor, for that matter. It was the strangest thing... The doctor seemed familiar, but I had no idea who he was. He was human, oddly enough. Dark skinned, no hair I can recall. I asked him who he was, and he basically replied "Oh, don't you know?" and sent me off.

Next, after another random scene transition, I was... somewhere, with just Dante. It's odd how that happened again. And, yet again, I can't seem to remember what I was talking to him about. I just remember that we ended up sleeping... like, beside each other.

Dante seems to behave in a different way than all my other dream characters, yet I can't seem to imagine why. It's rather curious... Rather curious indeed.

--March 5, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Went to bed around nine, WBTB point was around 1. Rather interesting occurances this time around. Anthro ferret, as usual. I felt like I was more calm and able to focus more during the dream, overall. There were also a couple of real-world occurances going on that I managed to notice while I was in the dream, but didn't let them distract me enough to wake me up. More on those in a minute. There were some non-lucid bits involving World of Warcraft (or something like it) and the song Who Was In My Room Last Night? The latter might have just been a memory, however, since I had been trying to play that song on guitar before I went to bed.

Anyway... I gained lucidity gradually, mainly from trying to read the clock beside my computer. It was impossible, of course. Before long, Dante showed up. He said some stuff to me and seemed to be running from something (the song "Dream Police" by Cheap Trick began playing around this time-- foreshadowing?) and pretty soon he whisked us away to a restaurant. This one looked kind of like the one from the March 3rd dream, except it wasn't a buffet, had higher ceilings, and had windows. It also served Mexican food this time, compared to the Ryan's lineup of the other place.

He seemed to have control over his actions and the environment around him-- like, in the same degree I had. He was able to float and stuff. Unlike in my previous dreams, he-- or anyone, for that matter-- wasn't constantly asking me if I was dreaming or not. Perhaps it was unnecessary. He seemed to be pretty easy-going most of the time except when I was getting a real-world distraction. Of course, that is likely because when that happened I lunged forward onto the table (that had food on it) and grabbed his arm to help maintain my concentration. The food did not seem to get on my clothes, however. I guess it's nice to know that I have a way to overcome distractions, even if it causes a bit of discomfort to me (and probably anyone around) for a moment.

Now, here's where it gets confusing. You know how I remember talking to Dante a couple of times in my previous dreams? Well, this time I can vaguely remember what it was we were talking about. Dante seems to be a fully sentient being that exists in my head. He said he was a part of my personality, in fact-- half of it. Meeba, the way I am in my dreams, is the other half. Dante is the cool, calm, caring, introverted, intelligent part, and Meeba is the spontaneous, creative, loud, and somewhat perverted part. He said something about the time I burst my forehead open being, perhaps, the cause of this division. It seems like he was saying that his personality is what I would be like if I hadn't ever hit my head in that way. Doing it sort of knocked him into the background and brought Meeba up front. Of course, one might wonder why I never noticed something like this before, given that both of these elements of my personality are being represented by fictional characters I've only recently created. I think, if whatever else I said is true, they've always been there-- they just didn't have a form to them.

But, with Lucid Dreaming, I can talk to the part of my subconcious that secretly affects every action I take during the day. What a concept, eh?

Of course, I could always be wrong. He might be trying to say something else and I'm just interpreting it incorrectly. There's probably more to it, as well-- if Dante really /is/ part of my personality, then why haven't I shown up as him in any dreams? He could be something else, you know. My "dream guide", perhaps, or maybe even someone else I know having lucid dreams.

Or, maybe he's just a character that managed to hook himself into my mind because he wants more stuff written about him. Maybe when you create a fictional character through a story they actually take shape inside your mind as intelligent beings-- of varying degrees of realism. Dante just happens to be on the higher end of that.

Heh. If he's really in my head seeing this, he probably feels weird being referred to in third person.

Oh yeah-- for the most part, when I was talking to him, there was no background music. Relevant? Probably.

--March 6, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Went to bed around 9 following a discussion about lucid dreaming with Rabid. I jokingly said to him "Maybe I should just ask Theo about this." Theo being a character of mine, and "this" being his history with relationships. Well, more specifically, his orientation. So, I went to be specifically with the intention of contacting Theo.

The results were, for the most part, an iffy excuse for lucidity.

It started in my room, again. Dante was sitting on my bed after I got up. I can remember him having a definite voice to him this time-- kind of deep, but not ridiculously so. I asked him what he meant last night and he clarified. "Everything in your dreams is a part of your personality." It makes sense, I suppose-- everything in my dream /has/ to be somewhere in my head (be it my personality, my memory, my subconcious) otherwise it wouldn't be in the dream. Right?

Anyway, we found Theo, ironically enough, in my room's closet. His voice was more mid-range than Dante's. And... I basically talked to him for a little bit. He is, indeed, gay, or at least not straight. Not a lot else happened, other than... well, a demonstration that Theo was gay. *cough*

Other interesting stuff: There was one dream I had where I was a human, and I was at the school's gym. The bleachers, I mean. The side I don't normally get on. I tried to become lucid, but the dream faded shortly afterwards. All I really remember is that, upon trying to become lucid, I instantly turned into the ferret.

Uh... that's it. I'm wondering if I should take a day off from these. I mean, still logging the normal dream, but not trying so hard. Repeatedly trying when it doesn't work is tiring.

Oh, wait. I remember ending up on the ceiling of my room in the first dream at some point. After we found Theo. Dante basically longcatted himself up trying to get me down... but I don't remember what happened after that.

Wait again. During this dream, I mentioned to Dante that my real name was, in fact, not Meeba. He was bewildered; he had no idea. He started calling me by my real name for a moment, but it made me feel oddly uneasy so I told him to stop it. He did, and went back to Meeba.

Maybe this one was more interesting that I originally gave it credit for.

--March 7, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Remember how I said I should take a day off? Yeah, that didn't exactly happen. Went to bed around 8 after my exhausting Driver's Ed class because I was freaking tired. Oddly enough I still ended up with mostly non-lucid bits.

For one thing there was some sort of... class of some sort. It might have been sparked by Driver's Ed or something; I dunno. The only thing I really remember about it was that there was this video where everybody was named after a fruit or snack food or something. I distinctly remember there being a person named Yogurt...

Another non-lucid thing that was actually kind of freaky involved me going on vacation to Hawaii. It didn't seem like it was a big deal-- just, like, me and my friends heading there to spend the weekend. Don't know exactly what happened, but my AP Language teacher showed up out of nowhere and said "Oh, by the way. Your heart stopped beating last night; just thought you ought to know."

I think it freaked me out enough to wake me up for a moment, or at least enough to break the dream.

Anyway, the lucid bits were rather sparse last night. There was just a little bit at the beginning, where I was by myself. I started in some... test tube thing. You know, like one you might see in a science fiction movie. I don't think anyone was doing anything to me in there, but I remember gasping for breath after I got out of it. Now, the place I was in was very... bronze. It was almost like the landscape was made entirely out of the sepia tones often used for flashback sequences. But, then again, I was by myself and in color.

I walked through some hallways and doors, and eventually ended up on some kind of train that turned itself into a roller coaster. Incidentally, I despise roller coasters and all of the exhilaration that comes along with them. Some say one can use lucid dreaming to overcome fears. This was not true this time.

Another lucid bit came at the very end of the night. I was with Theo on the beach. Basically I talked with him about how people at school were driving me crazy, and then we just... well, laid down beside each other. You know, cuddling and stuff. Sentimental things that don't happen to me in real life.

Now, here's the strange thing: as I was getting up, I could hear Theo saying something to me, and then Dante forced me awake. Like he punched me in the brain or something. But, for a few minutes /after/ I woke up, I still felt a little bit like I was dreaming. You know, still had the whole ferret thing going on as I was eating breakfast. It probably would have worn out earlier if I had done a reality check, but it was a strange feeling. It was like I conciously knew I wasn't dreaming, but my senses still thought I was...

Meh. Hopefully I won't end up heading to school in the third person with the mental impression I have a tail.

--Midday, March 8, 2007. MILD.

I had a dream while I was out in the parking lot during a fire. Yes, I'm serious. MILD technique only, for obvious reasons.

Anyway... It started out right where I was sitting in the parking lot. The scenery was pretty much the same, excluding the lack of people. I was ferreted out, by the way. I headed into the school and got a bottle of water. After some sensory tests, I mean. (Trucks have a disagreeable odor.)

The water was unusually refreshing (like real water) but I was still unsatisfied. So, I headed into the school cafeteria and got some food. A meal of applesauce, corn bread, macaroni and cheese, and a chocolate chip cookie, in fact. The applesauce was really, really good. Nothing on the menu was too out of the ordinary for the school, although the combination was unique. It wasn't the actual school lunch that day, anyway.

So, I thought about bringing in some dream characters but then got worried about... well, residual effects. You know, like I had in the morning. Keep in mind that I was at school and didn't want to start thinking stuff like that in the middle of a big crowd of people. So, I opted not to. Yes, I was able to think about doing something without doing it. This is truly the mark of progress.

I decided I needed something relaxing. You know, something to distance myself from the parking lot, which had turned into a desert when I went back outside. (You know, in case you were wondering. It felt like one, too.) I ended up on the beach. Again. Except this time I wasn't with anyone else and I actually (gasp) got in the water. It was SO much exactly like swimming, except without the bad stuff like salt, unruly waves, and an oxygen supply. I didn't get very far before I woke up, though.

Overall, I'm surprised I had a dream in a five minute nap in the parking lot. Surprisingly little in the way of residual effects, except for a faint feeling of sand between the toes.

--March 8, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Slept at about nine. Oddly enough, I don't remember ANY dreams before the WBTB period. Probably a lack of determination or something. Oh, wait. I guess there was a flash of one where Dante was wearing a full reaper's robe for some reason. He attributed it to boredom. He had a scythe, too. It was also kind of strange because we were beside my bed, which had my normal human body in it. ...You don't think Dante has some sort of dark intention, do you?

Anyway, the real focus of this dream was Alejandro. Yep, he showed up again after almost a week. Yay. Thing is, nobody else really showed up.

Alejandro was definitely strong; I think he picked me up a couple of times. Even if he didn't I'm absolutely sure he was able to support my body weight without any kind of slowdown. The rest of the events seem pretty vague. I seem to remember something like Alejandro using his power while falling down a tunnel. You know, to stop the fall and clog up the tunnel. And another thing was, like, his shell opening... With a nice little storage compartment inside.

So, yeah. that's it for the night's dream. It's arguably less interesting that the dream I had in the morning whilst in the bathroom.

Okay, I was in this big gray cubical conference room, pacing back and forth, right? Alejandro, Theo, and Dante were all there sitting at a semi-circular table facing me. I began to speak. "Alright, gentlemen. I have come to the conclusion that I am a complete manwhore." That's when I realized that Theo was sound asleep with his head on the table, Alejandro was staring at the ceiling, and Dante was working some kind of crossword puzzle. Well, I suppose it could have been anything involving a pencil, including art and/or writing, but that's what he was doing. He seemed pretty focused on it, too. I mean, his tongue was even sticking out of the side of his mouth.

Now, despite the fact that I would probably do the same sort of thing if any of them were making a speech, I was getting annoyed. Then... um... well, I can't remember what exactly happened, but the room kind of rotated so one of its walls was on the bottom and everything slid downwards. Alejandro said he had an idea, and needed everyone to pack into his shell. We did, despite how heavily crammed in there we were. Dante and Theo started talking about something, but I can't recall what. After more shaking around and stuff the three of us were in a rather different position in his shell. Dante was getting hit in the face by Theo's tail, Theo was probably staring at my legs, and my head was pressed up against Dante's chest. After that Alejandro opened his shell. We were out of the room, thanks to what was apparentally an application of his power, but he didn't seem to realize that it was difficult for somebody to live a normal life when they are so big that his foot is larger than the Gulf of Mexico. Yeah, apparentally the stuff in Alejandro's shell gets bigger when he does.

So... yeah. I have an odd feeling they agree I'm a manwhore now, for some reason.

--March 9, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Slept at around 10, maybe 10:30. The dream basically started on a ski slope. Yes, the actual slope part. I was on skis, too. I was not, however, profecient with them. This, combined with the fact that I was going really, really, really, really, really fast was a recepie for disaster. Or maybe just a recepie for a snowball. Yeah... You know how it does that thing in cartoons and stuff? It's much less pleasant when it's happening to you.

I crashed into the side of a ski lodge and managed to get myself out of the snow. I headed inside and got into one of the rooms. It was a rather small room; not much more in it than a bed and a television. I remember it being really, really hot in there. I took of my socks and shoes, but my feet appeared rather blurry. Probably because I had no idea what ferret feet look like.

Anyway... I seem to have forgotten later events. I do, however, distinctly remember chasing my tail. Hoh man. I think I understand why cats and dogs do it now. It's just pointless and fun. It's... really hard to explain, you know? Nothing to compare it to.

Oh, and I also STARED AT THE SUN for a good five minutes. It looks better when you're asleep, I swear.

--March 10, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Went to bed around 9. It started outside my own house. I had a pretty clear intention of what I wanted to do when I went to bed: I had taken a walk outside earlier that day. There was a path in the woods that was blocked by some fallen trees. I wanted to see what was behind there. Yes, I am fully aware that I wasn't going to see what was really behind there. I just thought it was a decent thing to dream about.

Anyway, it was definitely daytime when I started out. I have something written down here that appears to say "Fighting Lume"... but I have no idea what that is. I kept walking until, suddenly, a snake jumped out of nowhere. Not a regular snake, of course. Yeah. An anthro one I know from my stories. Hernando, to be specific. If you're familiar with him, you'll know that he can only speak Spanish. Of course, since I don't speak a lot of Spanish myself, after he said "Me llamo Hernando" he pretty much stopped making sound. I'm actually rather surprised he didn't slip into English.

Anyway, he started following me. It seems like he was almost stealthy about it for a little bit, but then he made it obvious and I didn't really mind. We proceeded onwards, closer to the area where the target path was. However, I was quickly greeted by another unfamiliar companion: Wika. He fell out of a tree onto my left shoulder, and pretty much stayed there for the rest of the dream. As usual, there was another one of those "I know I talked to them but I don't remember what either of us said" moments. I should try working on improving my recall about that... Anyway, I believe I tried to shoo him off. He was all like, "But you need me! I can see in the dark!" and I was like, "But it's daytime!" Then, suddenly, the sun went down and the moon came up. While it was too dark for me to really see Wika that well, I just knew he was grinning and snickering.

Wika, true to his character, soon started talking about how much he wishes he were a bat. We were walking through the path beyond those logs by this point. I was getting somewhat irritated by this, so I turned him into a bat. (Yeah, I can do stuff like that. ) He was basically like "...OMGCOOL!" and started flying around at rather low altitudes. He... changed back rather quickly. While he was in mid-air. I swear I had nothing to do with it. Hurting children, even if they deserve it and are imaginary newt people, isn't cool.

Climbing back onto my shoulder, Wika said "Whoo! Do it again! Do it again!"

"...No," I replied.

"Oh, come on! I never get to do anything fun. Besides, you never write about me."

I had an odd feeling that Hernando was probably giving Wika an evil glare, as he is written about even less.

I could go on but then I'd risk just making up conversations that didn't actually happen. I'm sure there was some other stuff we talked about, though.

My alarm rang. I got up momentarily to sloppily scribble down keywords describing the previous events, and also the words "fighting lume." I went back to sleep.

Uh... basically forest again, although my mind was wandering into non-lucid thoughts. One particularly interesting thing I thought of was "Twin World." I saw it in the dream as being some kind of sprite comic done by somebody else, but then it occurred to me that there probably was no real comic with that concept so it meant that it was my own intellectual property. Do dream characters have the ability to copyright stuff?

Back to this actual idea. Basically it was an alternate universe where every living thing is born as a twin. People, animals, plants... pretty much anything with more than one cell. I'm sure there was some other significant aspect to this that made it seem so compelling to me last night. It could be an interesting story, anyway. You know, assuming I didn't take a cliche "twins are the opposite of each other" route.

Sooner or later I ended up back in the forest with Wika shouting at me. Stuff like "Why aren't you moving?" Probably a bit of prodding involved, too. He told me to keep my mind from wandering. It almost seemed like he was worried about me, judging by this little exchange:

Wika said, "You look pale."

I replied, "How can you tell? I have a whole coat of fur covering my face."

"...Well, you look like you would be pale if you could be!"

Oh, what a concept. Just picture a shizophrenic person who has voices in his head compelling them to do righteous things, and that worry about his well-being. It's comparable to this, except I'm still pretty good at keeping them out during the daytime.

Wika was trying to get me to hurry along, since the sun was rising. (In real life AND the dream) The next and final thing we encountered was a big brown bear. A regular one, I mean-- not any of that "animal that's also a person" business. Wika didn't seem too worried about it, though. Quoth he, "Oh, it's fine. Bears don't eat newts or ferrets or snakes, anyways." I, however, still had my natural instincts of "OMGBEARRUN." But I didn't run, for some reason. I thought about it practically. For one, it was a dream, so it couldn't really hurt me. For two, if for some reason it got vicious, Hernando was there. He had a sword in his mouth. Therefore, he must have been some sort of badass. For three, I wasn't going to let this imaginary newt short enough to comfortably rest on my shoulder for hours outbrave me. So, what did I do to show off my bravery?

I walked up and touched the bear. Like, not a punch or a kick or anything. Just a soft, open-palmed touch. I was practically petting it. Some courageous heroic action, huh? The strange thing is that, after I touched it, there was this light. It kept getting brigther until... I woke up.

Darn it. I wanted to see what happened to the bear. Was it secretly some creature of darkness and I vanquished it? Maybe it was somebody or something I knew. Or maybe, given the nature of all the other "animals" in my dreams, maybe that touch was anthropomorphizing it? (Is that even a word? Well, I guess if ratiocination is a word then just about anything can be.)

Pablo Picasso once said, "Computers are useless. They can only give answers." On the other hand, my dreams seem to leave me only with questions. Oddly enough, I have a computer beside me all day, and dream all night. That means that, theorhetically, I have both questions and answers at my disposal. Does this mean I can figure everything out? Who knows?

12:02 PM: Wait a sec. I know a guy who might be associated with that bear. He's this guy in my Chemistry class. In last semester's lit class, he said something about his nickname being Papa Bear or something. Last Thursday he asked me for my phone number so he could call me. He hasn't called me yet, though. It could be a sign that I'm going to change him in some way... The dictionary definition of "to ferret" might also factor in here somewhere, given that it was worded as "to shed light on something as if by searching."

--March 11, 2007

Went to bed at ten freaking thirty. My brother wanted to make me stay up even later to watch Futurama but I flat-out refused. Not that Futurama is a bad show or anything, I just intended to wake up in the morning. This late point of falling asleep probably directly relates to the fact that my dreams were of a relatively uninteresting sort.

I think I started out hanging upside down from the ceiling in a prison cell. It was disorienting, as one would expect. This was especially true considering that, after I got myself down (somehow) I could just walk and the walls and really couldn't tell which way was down.

Some stuff happened and I ended up in what looked like an office building with red carpeting and green cubicle walls. However, they weren't cubicles. It was, like, a maze. Before long it turned into a 6 directional maze (Cardinal directions and Up/Down) and all the surfaces were bookshelves. Now that I think about it this imagery alone could be meaningful. You know, like it's a warning not to get lost in the working world and/or intensive studies.

As far dream characters... The only one that really showed up was Kalle, whom I called on shortly after the bookshelves appeared. He acted like a jerk for a little bit (Which is true to his character, I suppose. I seriously need to make him more likable.) but later he apologized for it. I kinda lost him, though. <_< >_>

Yeah, that's it. Not exactly a very interesting dream.

--March 12, 2007. WBTB and MILD techniques.

Went to bed at 10:30. Yeah, I know I should stop it. I get better dreams otherwise...

Anyway, I went to bed with the intention of trying to see Rabid. (Hey, it could happen.) I ended up in a very cosmic-looking yellow and purple place. Stars were in the sky and the ground was very smooth. In fact, it was almost like one could slide across it. Towers were in a few places-- big, spiraling things.

I walked into a building. It was a simple, two room, two story building that had a spiral staircase. This is about where I did spontaneous sense checks and stuff.

On a side note, I've been having a hard time "re-routing" my vision so that I see what happens in the dream rather than the inside of my eyelids. My other senses aren't as difficult-- although I admit to rarely using smell or taste. Hearing seems to be fine, provided things are making noise-- I even seem to be hearing from ears located at the top of my head, rather than where they normally are. Anyway, any tips on this?

Next... someone showed up at the door. It looked like it was Rabid. I tried the handshake-- the thing we agreed to do if one of us saw the other in a dream. Come to think of it, I can't exactly remember the result. I think he remained outside, however, regardless of whether he was really Rabid or not.

Well, anyway. I checked out the upstairs room, and there was a little sink of water in the middle of it. I tried to take a sip of it when I heard this odd rumbling sound. Not just a sound, really-- an actual rumble, shaking the earth. (Or wherever I was.) I scrambled down the stairs and opened the door to get a look at what it might be...

I immediately realized that either I was very small or he had become GIANT KAIJU KING RABID.

Um... yeah. I don't remember exactly what happened after that, but I believe I tried to equal out the size somehow. Alejandro might have helped.

Next dream! I was in the school auditorium, on the stage, with some other people, with the lights on. It was uncomfortable, for some reason. Non-lucid, by the way. This meant I was a normal human. I could hear my drama teacher's booming voice say... something. I couldn't seem to identify anyone else on the stage, despite the fact that it was practically a full ensemble. That is, except for the guy I mentioned the other day. It's strange, because he isn't even in drama. Never has been, and probably never will be. Why does he keep showing up in my dreams? Oh, and I failed to even think about lucidity. Probably fear paralysis from the drama teacher. It's reasonable.

Finally, there was something else that happened after that. Some kind of movie or something. I can't remember it, but I distinctly remember trying to become lucid and failing. Who knows what it was about?

--March 13, 2007. WBTB and MILD.

Last night's dream was bizarre. I went to bed at about 9:30. It started out in what was more or less just white space. There was some kind of hook... thing. It was made out of metal or possibly plastic and was reasonably large-- like, enough for me to grab onto it with both of my hands without them touching each other. Considering that there was nothing else around, I reached for it with my right hand and grabbed it firmly.

It started going up. Slowly at first, but then increasingly faster. I could feel the wind rushing past me, and it probably messed up my hair. I seem to remember various bits of scenery rushing by me. Outdoorsian stuff. Eventually, though, the hook went up all the way and was in white space again.

I climbed up on was on, basically, a metal pole. Not rounded-- square, so I wouldn't slide off.

Now here's the weird part. I can't remember my exact thoughts, but I basically reasoned that I (as Meeba) was a seperate entity from my body. Yeah, I know, but that's what I did. I almost completely forgot about the fact that I was tethered to the body lying down in my bed. Only almost, though. It would be truly remarkable if I could do it completely...

I pulled out a notebook with yellow paper and a pencil, then I started to write something. I was plotting something, but I couldn't read my writing due to the third person camera angle I'm still not able to get rid of. It might have been along the lines of planting a false memory or something...

Let's go back to the previous topic, shall we? Philosophically speaking, it's an interesting occurance. The body, perhaps, shapes the soul to a certain extent, but then limits it. A body can be tired, yet a soul only rarely needs rest. A body has a definite shape that's difficult to change, while the soul's shape becomes whatever it identifies itself as. Plus, you know, it could mean that, when the body stops, the soul keeps going.

I'm still not sure how to explain my self-identification as an anthropomorphic ferret, though. One way of looking at it is that, on one hand, I don't want to be a part of all these evil things people do-- environmental destruction, greed, conformity, stupidity, yet on the other hand I still want to participate in their society-- hence the bipedialness, thumbs, clothing, and other human traits. It could be explained by the first half of the aforementioned reason combined with the fact that I still enjoy the perks of a human body. Maybe I just want a form that expresses a whimsical, energetic side of myself since it doesn't show up a lot in real life.

--March 14, 2007. MILD and WBTB.

Went to sleep at 9:30. Oh, and it was Pi Day! Not that it affected anything in my dreams, but it's still neat.

Anyway, as it started out I was by myself in a Subway restraunt. I could tell this because of the wallpaper and the yellow tables. Kalle showed up and I took him into... well, some closet-type room to interview him. He was on a chair, and I was on a shelf elevated higher than the chair. I pulled out the same yellow paper notebook I had yesterday. The interview went something like this...

Meeba: So, Kalle. I'm writing a story about you at the moment.
Kalle: And?
Meeba: If you were stuck in an indoor castle, what would you do?

Kalle... didn't seem to give me much useful information, so I tried to coax him into giving me more.

Meeba: *gets up behind Kalle and starts tickling his back*

Not a lot happened. Something that /did/ happen, however, involved Kalle seeing a picture of a woman of some sort in a bikini and spontaneously creating a double of himself. The double kept looking at it while Kalle complained to me. "Geez this is really annoying," and "How would you like it if it happened to you?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and surely enough Kalle made a double of my own show up beside me. Note that I have no idea how he was able to do this. The weird thing was that... well, this double saw /me/ and seemed to have the same reaction Kalle had to the bikini woman. ...Yeah, they started multiplying pretty quickly, so Kalle and I decided to get the heck out of that room.

Anyway... after that we seemed to stay relatively stable in quantity. The thing we didn't seem to realize, though, is that we were in that Twin World I had the dream about a couple of nights ago, and we were the only ones without twins. So, rather than have another disaster like the aforementioned one, we just decided to be each other's twin. Yes, despite the fact that we looked nothing alike. Our next stop was the... um... twin registration office, where they demanded that we at least have the same outfit. Kalle refused to change into my sort of fashion, so I was rapidly dressed up like Kalle. ...Yeah. I don't quite remember what happened after that.

Later that night, in another dream, I decided that I should just do something fun. (I was in my normal outfit again) So, standing in my kitchen, I thought, "Um... eat?" So I brought Theo over and we had a cheese eating contest. He won, but not by much. Around this point my alarm clock rang, but there was one more thing I wanted to do...

I went up to Theo and asked him, basically, what the significance of the stuff I dreamed last night was. You know, where I felt disconnected from my body.

He paused for a moment, then wobbled forward and collapsed on me. I held him in my arms and tried to comfort him.

So much for that way of getting information...

--March 15, 2007. None.

No lucid dreams dreams. This was mainly done as a test to reassure myself that, should I choose to, I'm able to go without having a lucid dream. It succeeded, and not just because I didn't get to bed until midnight.

I had a non-lucid dream of me just talking to someone on an instant messenger. No significance whatsoever, I'd imagine-- just a repetition of what I saw during the day.

--March 16, 2007. WBTB and MILD.

Basically my dream was doing stuff with Theo. He... likes to nibble on me a lot.

However, I'm going to talk about something that happened to me on Thrusday, the 15th, while I was taking the ever wonderful ASVAB. Unfortunately, I seem to have forgotten most of it. The gist of it was as follows:

1. I decided to make a sand castle out of dirt in my backyard.
2. I wanted to see what it was like on the inside, so I shrunk myself and headed in. This thing was, like, a fully-featured castle, man.
3. It started to rain. The castle was quickly becoming mud, so I ran into the dungeon. The dungeon, oddly enough, was not mud.
4. However, it was dark, and therefore Wika showed up. He was definitely still Wika, but he didn't even have to ride on my shoulder this time.
5. We traveled further down in the dungeon. Eventually we encounted Gunfleder. You know, the bat guy. Both Wika and myself agreed that he was pretty much a badass. He, like, just casually walked past a bunch of slicing blade things. It was awesome, seriously.
6. He was kinda creepy, though. You know how he had those knives? He walked into some room and told us not to follow. Shortly afterwards there was a very distinct screaming and slaughter noises. He came back out and there was blood dripping off his sword.
7. ...Or so we thought. Wika, being the impulsive newt that he was, licked a bit of the blood and discovered that it was, in fact, liquefied cotton candy. Gunfleder was basically like "...Oh, come on. I have to maintain my image!"
8. Gunfleder disappeared. Something like a crushy ceiling thing threatened Wika and I, and I created a staircase out of the wall or something and walked out of there. It was still raining.
9. Because it was still raining, we risked being washed away by the rain, which was the reason we went down into the dungeon in the first place. So, I just kind of stopped the rainfall. I don't mean I made it stop raining. I mean I made the raindrops stop in mid-air. It was spiffy-rama and even Wika knew it. I could, like, swim in the raindrops.
10. Wika left and I woke up.

Yeah. Interesting.

--March 18, 2007. None.

Okay, I need to work on my dream recall a little more. It's... slipping. Maybe it's just because I went to bed at, like, 2 AM, though. At a friend's house.

Pretty much I had a non-lucid dream where I was trying to talk to, like, a former friend's mom over an instant messaging program but my hands kept betraying me and I ended up accidentally cussing her out. It was not a happy experience.

Now, lucid bits... as I was trying to get to sleep (on the couch) I was able to visualize ferret me on the same couch in the same position with the senses and stuff. A little odd, considering I still talked with the other guys for a little bit before going to sleep.

Other stuff, let's see... I seem to remember Theo making odd eatery requests. Odd meaning "Hey, Meeba? Dante? How much food do you think you can fit in me?" Speaking of which, Dante was there too. I think those two and myself are, like, some kind of trinity of awesomeness or something. Like the dream team. Ahahaha.

There were also waterslides. Somehow. I cannot exact remember what the context of these slides was, but they were there.