Dog Dreaming Sounds

Date of dream: Tuesday, September 09, 2008

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Lucid Intent? No    

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I am laying in bed with my wife at my parents old house on Keays Ave. We are in the bedroom nearest the kitchen. She is nearest the door. The head of the bed is nearest the hallway, blocking the room's closet.

I am trying to wakeup from a dream in this dream. Instead of being in that dream though, I am an outside observer kind of high on the wall away from the kitchen. As the observer I can tell that I am trying to get over my wife and out of bed. I am trying to say something, but can't quite say the words. So it ends up sounding like my dog yipping when she is dreaming and twitching her paws. I do get louder and then I get woke up in th real world because my wife hears it and shoves me in the back to wake me up.

Additional Comments:

I am still wondering what I was trying to say. Usually when I have a dream within a dream I experience that dream , not observe that I am sleeping and dreaming. Kind of an out of body experience in my dream world, cool !

Sex in Prison and Russian POW Camp

Date of dream: Tuesday, September 02, 2008

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Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: RT

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I start out as a prisoner in a one story work program facility that is a large locker room, maybe 80 feet by 100 feet, flat roof. One way in and out. I immediately have an appointment to see the warden, Leo Glynn, at 2:45 PM.

Bea Arthur was also imprisoned with me. Some people from work are also with me. I think one is Mike Wray and one a black Dave Pursely.

Sister Pita Marie asked me if food was allowed in the facility. I said yes, because they sold it there.

I drove in a 2 seat silver sportscar with black top. It took me to almost 5:00 PM to reach the corner of Highland St. and Lefferson Rd., in Middletown. This made me miss my appointment with the warden. I thought about leaving immediately and trying to still have the meeting, but I decided not to. Where I stopped I was doing something with a younger woman and she offered me a free meal. I changed my mind again and heade back to the prison, foregoing dinner with the woman.

I fondled Bea Arthur in several different positions, when I got back to the prison. She laughed and enjoyed it. Next, Bea and I are in my old bedroom on Keays Ave. She is showing me a taller, older model of a turquoise Smith Corona manual typewriter that my mom use to own, which was electric. I explained to Bea the difference.

Then it felt like my room was part of the prison. This is when my mom and dad appeared in the room. I am now chewing a piece of paper, trying to get it out of my mouth in pieces into the pool table pocket built into the corner of my bed. My parents are wondering what I was doing, but I finally got it all out. Might have been a message on the paper, but I probably could not have read it, even if I tried.

Then I was being busted out of a Russian POW camp in eastern Russia, but we were heading west into a civilian American residential area, that had the old speakers from drive in theaters, instead of mailboxes.

Two guys in jeep, 2 guards confronted us at gate, fat bald man was one escapee, shot by one of guards, but the other escapee, was more James Bond like, I might have been third guy in rear left seat. James Bond shot the guards, one dead, one shot twice, crawling away. We left. First intersection, we ditched the jeep, and made almost life size toy soldiers vibrate towards the gate guards. They cleared and then a huge Russian missile truck lumbers by and crashes the gate to get into the POW camp. Then me and James Bond are in the snow laying prone, to avoid a Russian APC with a limited range bright light. we keep jumping from side to side of this bush in the snow to avoid detection by this lighted APC. The last jump and I realize that James Bond is naked.

We then head back towards the gate guard and its a different building, much more modern than just a gatehouse. I go inside, realizing that James Bond is still looking for something outside. I'm careful inside, ready to

tackle anyone I find, since I have no gun. Finally, I realize someone is coming, so I get back around the corner. (This is when I do my first reality check, shaking my head vigorously, side to side. I realized there was no mirror to do the same.) Someone comes in the door with a large mattress blocking their view, so I surprise them by removing the mattress from their hands and it turns into a pillow. Its a Russian woman, no pubic hair, I pull her clothes off and mine. Face down I put her head on the pillow and try to dry fuck her, but realize I need to lubricate her ass, and so I lick it. I fumble a little bit before she helps me with penetration. I have some kind of condom on that at some time turns into more like a dildo that fits over my penis and is clear. Then I stick her on it and go outside to James Bond. On the way I shake my head realizing this is lucid (Second reality check, still no mirror.) I try to materialize through the walls to get to James, but I can't.

I get to the door and James and an American woman slowly realize what I have been up to. I pull the Russian woman off the dildo and ask the American woman with James if she would join me inside. She does, we go back to the pillow and she is already nude on her belly and I begin to lick her ass directly. I try shaking my head again (Third reality check.) but I fumble and can't seem to fuck her before I start to wake. Realizing that the shake didn't work this third time to stay in my dream. I hovered in the hypnogogic area for what seemed like maybe 15 seconds. Auditory was last to leave from dream as I was waking up, then I turned over to see alarm clock in waking world is 6:39 AM.

Additional Comments:

The James Bond stuff around the snow and lighted APC was definitely a dream part I had before. So was the general locker room feel of being in prison, and the general furlough part of it.

Dream Fragments #1

Date of dream: Wednesday, August 27, 2008

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Lucid Intent? Yes     Lucid Technique: None

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Recurring dream of 1617 Kensington St. Wrong driveway point of view.

Large auditorium, we double file out but are called back in by our bosses (not sure if it was military or phone company) even though they (4 or 5 of them) could have easily stopped us before leaving. We got to bottom of stairs.

We are in car, filing out of some parking lot. Most cars are going left to leave after taking the right fork before the road. I take the left fork, since we are also going left. It seems like a shortcut.

Something also involving Cindy's parents and grandmother, and Rick. Her mother is making something by hand, blanket like. Her dad has something to do with a bed.

Large skyscraper wedding cake that is eaten out from the center to the the bottom of an actual skyscraper. I am formallt dressed and eating the cake, but don't believe I am in the wedding party.

We are sledding across suburban streets toward a larger skyline during a race, some razor scooters as well. Don't remember snow on the ground,

Michael left his car at work sometimes, but itis parked at Mayfield elementary, he usually picks it up the next day.

I am doing something at my job and then return back to the Lefferson garage with my 28ft ladder that I prop up beside me when I take my normal seat, Lambert side. Unnaturally leaning at 45 degree angle, 8 feet ceiling.

Additional Comments:

Seem like I cut off a guy named Bruce Mcginnis is who I cut off and took the lead on the left double file. Someone I served with in the Navy.

I talked with my younger brother Matt earlier in the previous day about a street with a fork and a parking lot on a map. We also talked about a sledding incident from my youth down a hill.

My older brother Michael grew up near Mayfield elementary, but now lives in California.