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Date: Tuesday, October 8, 2013 Emotion before deaming: Calm Emotion after dreaming: Calm--maybe a bit accomplished Thoughts: Oh screw it, I will try out this WILD technique tomorrow. I just want to go to bed. Time spent sleeping: 12:00 AM - 5:30 AM Note: Sorry for the crap-writing in this one! I am on the run so I cannot bother to proofread it now. I am sitting down on the floor in the corner (as if it was Christmas time) of the trailer that looked as if it was the one that my family and I lived in back in Ucon. It is been forever since we have eaten real spaghetti and my father asks me if I would be willing to give it a try if he "cooks it right." Despite my distinct hatred for spaghetti, I agree, and then I go back to my room to look up how in the world I am supposed to make an Iron Man costume. (If you are curious, then the wikiHow article that I found in the dream told me that I needed a pair of red pajama pants and a shirt from some superhero that I have never heard of.) It is fairly early in the morning and so I go outside to walk around. The sun has not even come up yet and so the entire world is lit with a dim reddish color that you can only find during the early hours of daylight. Nothing is strange or "off" in anyway but I am happy, and so I think--in a joking manner, of course--that if there is a giant cat of the jungle behind me then I am definitely dreaming. Well, amigos, guess what was behind me, pretty as a painting? Boy, was I surprised! I had not even expected anything to happen, so I felt a mixture of mild excitement, mostly shock, and a dash of fear (for the love of God there is a cougar right there and it is not moving!). Without a doubt, I was dreaming. I willed myself to rise a few yards in the air and glided back and forth, reminding myself that I needed to do all that was in my power to calm down. "Do not force it--let us just watch." And so I did. I do not really remember going back down, but my parents and I loaded up in the car for a road trip to Illinois. My mother tells me that she had never gone that way, "but she should have." Curious and interested in seeing some "lucid crap," I ask my father if he can turn the car into a bus. He tells me that yes, that was possible, but he would need to speed up in order for it to work. I watch as the speedometer rocketed all the way up to 160, but I knew that we were only going forty at least. I told him as much and he makes it look like he is going to turn the car into a bus then, but instead we just stop. Mama's parents were in Illinois. The two of them, along with my parents, sat around talking about relationships. My father said that he had always thought that "separate marriage was a good thing," and my grandparents said that <PERSON> had said (in regard to one of the relationships--either my parents' or my grandparents) "I will take it." In the dream, this meant that he wanted to see me. Towards the end I was starting to want to get out of there and explore the dreamscape, and so I found steak and some other vegetable. I wanted to preserve the food and so I picked up two cylinder blocks and willed them to enlarge and merge. "I have the power!" I shouthed. Well, at least they got bigger. . . . I felt myself drifting apart, the world getting dark, and for a second I wanted to hold on to my lucidity; then I realized that I was waking up and, with a sort of resigned accomplishment, opened my eyes.