A Penrose Mind

Yeah, I am just drawing a blank. I can't remember a single thing from last night, though I did try my best visualizing checkpoint simpson. I guess better luck next time?

Edit: OMG remembered something! I was watching a video by the Rats clan that doesn't exist, that's about it.

My dream recall isn't at it's best today, plus I wasn't asleep to long. I went to bed at around 4 a.m. and got up at 9:30. Laser tag really winded me.

Fragment one:
I'm with this kid. He seems to be my friend. He starts to ask me for money and I'm like "I don't have any money." He says "Well just steal some from your dad. I tell him that isn't a good idea, but soon after peer pressure gets the better of me and I take the money for him. Later on in the dream he asks me for money again, to which I respond, "My dad doesn't have any more cash."

"Does he have a credit card?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll just use that!"

We end up taking one of his (non-existent) devices. We insert the credit card in it and withdraw the money. Now I'm getting really nervous. He'll obviously see the withdrawal. I think I hear my dad at the and I tell him to hide the credit card and device.



Fragment 2(not sure if they're connected):

Some kids that I know are at my house (well…apartment) and it appears that they're looking in a book version of my dream journal. After a while of reading they start to kind of mock me (which I expect) but it doesn't really bother me. Then they really start to mock me, and after a while I promptly get up from my couch and tell them:

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

I repeat said phrase until they vacate the premises. (Yeah it was a bit mean, I just didn't see what was the point of inviting people to my house if they were just going to make fun of me the whole time, I barely even knew them either).

I think I had one more dream after this one but I can't remember it. But last night as I was trying to fall asleep I finally got into a dream where I was in this hall. I started to run down it and then I started to feel control of my outside body. It was weird, like I fell down but never got up. Well I haven't really been lucid in a while, next time I am though I have to remember about Operation: Ghost. Well I'm hungry and I'm gonna go have some breakfast.

This dream was nice. Simple, no real threat or danger, just a regular day in the dream world. I wasn't lucid, but then again I'm glad I wasn't. Sometimes it's just good to immerse yourself in the dream. This is 13.5 because I was going to go to laser tag at 10:40 p.m., and it was 5:00 p.m. at the time. So I just popped a melatonin pill (3 mg) and head off to sleep.

I'm certain this dream started in school. Usually my mind completely fucks up on recreating my school but this time around it did a pretty good job.

I'm in class doing some work (obviously I don't remember doing the work). A bunch of friends and I are going to my friend Stevens birthday party. The bell rings and me and everyone else make our way down stairs. Unlike normal people, I slide down the rails for 100% efficiency ! I bump into Premal on my way down. She isn't wearing glasses as usual and looks a bit cuter than usual. I find myself feeling a bit uncomfortable, so I just slide passed her as we share a quick hello.

I then bump into Maisha. I get off the rail and start walking beside her.

"So Stevens having a birthday party." I tell her. "You going to come?"

"I don't know, maybe." She replies.

(I've known Maisha for a pretty long time, and we've grown close over the years).

"Well a bunch of people are gonna people so if you want to come your gladly welcome."

"I'll think about it."

As we begin to walk through the exit, there's a scene change. I'm at the party now. Were all really just hanging out in a movie theatre (not inside the actual theatre obviously). I walk over to talk to Elmer and I tell him:

"Hey do you know I had a dream that we were all going to Stevens birthday party?"

He doesn't seem to care, and why would he? It was a planned event it's not like I was seeing into the future.

We start to talk about anime for a while and then maybe around a couple minutes afterward I woke up.

This was a nice dream. It wasn't so what was going on in the dream, but just the feeling.

After note: I just got back from laser tag and I'm bloody exhausted. I'm gonna go lie down.

I've put off writing this down for a long time for some reason. I'm not going to right down everything I remember, just one particular interesting scene.

I'm in a car with a man. We know each other, we went on a mission previously in the dream and have become quite close, though I cannot necessarily agree with his methods or notions. He's just said goodbye to his son, Fang (he's from the book Maximum Ride).

"Poor boy, lost his mother when he was just little." He tells me.

"Too bad, I'm sure she was a nice lady." I reply.

He turns to me.

"I think I'm going to have to kill you." He tell me.

I slightly freak out at this statement, but calm myself down by reassuring myself that I'm armed (I have two holsters on my ankles, one on each, carrying 9 mm pistols).

"Really now, why is that?" I ask him.

"He thinks I like you more than him."

"Really? The kid is only twelve."

"I know, and he looks a lot older doesn't he?"

"Yeah, he does." (even though he was only 12 he looked as though he were 17).

"Do you really think this is necessary?" I ask him.

"Completely." He replies.

I have my eyes on the guns on my ankles, even though we've been through some times together, I'm ready to put a bullet in his chest to defend myself.

"Alright then," I tell him.

"go ahead."

As I begin to reach for my gun, I wake up.

I decide I want to see what happens next so I DEILD.

I'm in a street. It looks as if it's raining or it just rained. I see a car that crashed into a lamp post. There is an electrical wire hanging from it and it looks dangerous. I continue to wonder. I find myself in a field. I start losing lucidity and just aimlessly try to walk across it. A couple of college kids with large cases of beer in their hands bump into me. It seems as if they're in a competition, and are trying to make it to a certain destination before another team. The spill some of their beer on my shirt. Apparently the name of the brand is "Frito". Their objective is to get this slab of meat (which is placed on top of the beer cases) across the field before the other team. Since carrying all those beer cases slow them down, I'm easily able to jog next to them. By the end they figure out that the other team has already made it. They set down their beer and meet and slouch down in defeat.

Suddenly I find myself back in the car. Were at a different destination. We continue our conversation.

"Wait, there's gotta be another way." I tell him.

"Alright maybe not you but for sure your mother has to go."

I start to contemplate the idea.

"I can have a couple of men in there and they can put her down in under a minute, but you would have to cut the phone lines, so they wont be able to call for help."

My conscious is telling me no, but the anger that I have built up against her over the years is telling me another thing. I decide there's no way.

"I'll think about it." I tell him.

He give me another option. He wants me to go inside this dinner party. Were already parked outside.

"Let's go." He tells me.

I point to my ankle pistols.

"Do you want to hang on to these?"

"Hold on to them, your gonna need 'em." He tells me.

I turn off the safeties on my pistols remembering that it might be the reason guns haven't worked for me in past dreams. We get out of the car. I begin contemplating whether I should just shoot him while he isn't looking, but decide not too for what ever reason. We walk inside. I notice for some reason I'm carrying a revolver in my hand. I walk in and no one seems to notice or care. The man (let's call him Jack) tells me to walk into this area. I go by the door and immediately get shot by what appears in hind sight to be a silenced sniper rifle. Jack starts to freak out. I guess they shot me because I was carrying the gun. I kind of just brush it off after a while (it was kind of like when you get shot in call of duty). As jack continues to yell at me in a whisper a man who looks as if he has great importance bum in to us. Jack says that he knows him and quickly ducks behind me. I try to conceal the gun.

"Hi there." I say to him with a smile on my face.

"Enjoying the party I presume?" He asks me.

"Oh it's lovely." I tell him.

"Why thank you very much he tell me." He then walks away.

Jack and I sneak out the front door.

"Well wasn't that a disaster?" He tells me.

"Here get rid of this." I tell him as I hand him the revolver.

He throws it into a bush outside.

"Here get this jacket off."

He takes off my jacket and hangs on to it.

"Go in there, meet someone, then come back to the car."

I do my best to conceal my ankle pistols and walk in with a whole new attitude. Soon after I wake up.

Dream recall's shit today. Went to bed around three times.

Dream1:
My friend Hudson says that if I want to join this club or something that I have to go to the 32nd floor of my building. I go into the elevator and hit 32. It doesn't let me go at first. I then realize I have to press another button labeled HQ, then press 32. I do so and the elevator starts going ridiculously fast upward. The little screen says I'm going passed floors called "gg" and "bb" until I finally reach 32. When I get there the elevator is not completely up level with the door. I say screw it and just go back down.

Dream 2:
My friend Hudson tells me to go into the Vatican with a bunny for some reason. I find out afterward that apparently the Vatican hates bunnies. My friend mocks me for not knowing this afterward.

Dream 3:
Me and my friends were in Egypt. The protests and riots are still going on. This guy comes over to us and starts complaining to us or something. We just kind of ignore him and go into the subway, and boom were back home. I'm in the subway station. I bump into my buddy Kevin. He's like "hey what's up". Then this girl comes up to us and apparently she knows him.

"who's this?" I ask.

"this is Claire" he tells me.

She introduces herself. She has short black hair and appears to be middle eastern. After the three of us talk for a while the trains on both sides come. Kevin and Claire are going on the west train and I'm going on the east. We wave goodbye to each other. After a little while I get off at my stop, and Kevin's there!

"Kevin! How'd you get here? I saw you take the other train."

We both get on the north train.

He tells me that when Claire got off at her stop, he climbed onto the top of the train and ran back.

"wow that's amazing!" I told him.

"yeah I even called some helicopters to get it on tape."

Right on cue two helicopters with cameras attached to them came zooming past the train. They then docked on some garages or something. The train finally stopped. Apparently I'm going to a lucid dreaming school or something like that. After I say goodbye to Kevin, I head to the school. It's really small and only like 20 people are there. I do some stuff there for a while and then, I wake up, realizing the irony of my situation. The dream seemed to have lasted 2 days but when I checked the clock I'd been asleep for no longer than a couple of hours.

Dream 4:
I'm In front of a two story building, it looks kind of like a hotel. There's a rope hanging down from a railing on the second floor. I decide to climb it up to the second floor. On my way up for some reason I hear two hot chicks having sex behind me, but I know I mustn't look. When I get near the top some woman there looks at me, thinking I must be crazy. I finally reach the top, with pride. I then see a stairway that I could have easily taken up instead. I start to walk down and then bump into kevin.

"projection Kevin!" I think to myself.

I grab him.

"is this a dream?" I ask him with some fury in my voice.

I know with no doubt that it is but I want to here it from him. He starts acting strangely, sporadic, nothing like the real Kevin, almost as if he's possessed. I can't remember what he said, but after a while I woke up.

Dream 5:
Everything is fine and good. I'm in my apartment on my computer, and then I see a zombie outside on my window, clawing at the window. I run to by balcony and close the door and lock it. I tell my dad to do the same in my grandma's room. A little bit before this dream I acquired an ability to shoot microwaves out of my hands by plugging some cord into my hand, so I plug in and charge up. I remember telling my dad:

"You see, I told you we should've improved our arsenal. Now there's a zombie apocalypse going on outside and we have no weapons!"

I also remember afterward telling him something along the lines of: "this is the kind of stuff that happens in dreams! But we're not dreaming now are we?" (how ironic). Afterward I woke up.

My dream recall's getting worse and worse these days, getting up at 4:30 in the morning doesn't help.

Dream 1:
I'm at my friend's house(who apparently in the dream is rich). His den is very shiny and white. On a table in the den are around a hundred copies of "Game Informer." Each of them says that there are 66 free games inside.

"Wow, your dad has all these games?" I ask my friend.

"Yeah." He tells me. We go into his room and start to play some xbox. Then everything fades out and I wake up, and go right back to bed.

Dream 2:
I meet my friend (for some reason in the dream his name is Apilde) in the hospital. I ask him what happened to him.

He starts to have a flashback, which is strangely enough all in anime.

What happened to him was, some punk or something, shot a grenade launcher at his feet (he said it was a hollow point grenade). It blew off his clothes and everyone else's clothes too. Everyone had to run across the street to get underwear from the underwear shop (wow I can't believe I'm actually saying this). When everyone got their underwear Apilde went over to get some too. He found a hate message about him in there. Everyone in the class blamed poor Apilde for the attack. Then he went to the hospital.

(I almost became lucid here because I contemplated that hollow point grenades don't exist, but I brushed it off quickly after).

Afterward I left him to go do other things.

I'm in the hallway of my apartment building now. Apparently most of my friends live here now. We all chill out at one place for a bit, but then quickly transition to another apartment. But the person who owned the other apartment only allowed a certain amount of people and didn't let me in.

There's a scene change. I'm at some sort of friendly sports game, the kind that you play if you ever go to summer camp. But these people are of all different ages and I barely know any of them. The only game I can remember (actually I think it was the only game there) was a bicycle race.

At first I see some other people do it. One girl fell off her bike.

"You know what you need to do." One of the student coaches call out to her, apparently there's a penalty game.

The coach walks up to the girl and they both start making out (my kind of sports games!).

I decide I want to go on the next race. What I find out quickly is that if you anger one of the coaches (and sometimes they just get angry for no reason) they'll downgrade your tricycle to a unicycle. I was downgraded to unicycle very quickly.

The race begins and I'm kicking ass (apparently a unicycle is my thing) and beating everyone else. I see the finish line, then my vision gets dark, like I've closed my eyes, I cant see a thing! I try opening them and see the inside of my apartment building. I'm waking up! I shut my eyes. I can still feel and hear everything going on in the dream I just lost my sight. I try to concentrate and it comes back to me. I fall of my unicycle, theres no way I can get back on. I pick it up and run (screw the rules I'm dreaming!).

I slide down onto the finish line. I think I was third or fourth. I see my friend, Kevin. I go up to him (oh yeah, it's winter now for some reason). While we talk about stuff I see a sign with Apilde's name on it. It says he came in 10th place (he never even participated but okay!). It brings a smile to my face. Then I remember something. I was waking up a second ago! I'm dreaming! I tell Kevin.

"Hey Kevin, you know this is a dream right?" I ask him.

"What?"

"Yeah this is dream."

"That's not possible."

"Why not?" I ask.

"If this is a dream, then why am I dreaming too?" (I think he means why are we in the same dream together).

I don't have the heart to tell him he's just a projection of my subconscious so I give him the benefit of the doubt and say, "I don't know." (I'm very polite to my DCs ).

We walk into his house which happens to be on the grounds. I decide to do something cool. I call to Kevin.

"Hey Kevin watch this."

I use telekinesis to close the door. I've never done it before and it feels really cool. I try to open it too but I can't get a good grip on the handle, so I just open it up and play with the door some more. (By the way, it seems that when I walked through the door I teleported to a different location. Now I'm on the first floor of my apartment building, where my friend Mansoor now lives).

One of Mansoor's relatives (relatives he doesn't have) come up to me. He pushes the door and pretends to close the door with telekinesis, trying to mock me (I should of telekinetically bitch slapped him in the face DX). I start losing lucidity at this moment. I look in the living room. There's a HORRENDOUS song playing on the tv. It was one of the worst things I've ever seen my subconscious put together. I rather not talk about it. Afterward we sit down to eat at the table. Then my cousin shows up, and I wake up.

Well telekinesis, that's new. Gotta test that out for Operation: Ghost. I tried to think about Operation: Ghost before bed, and I watched a crap ton of freddiew vids, to no avail. It seems when I become lucid I just focus on one small thing instead of the bigger picture. Oh well, it'll just take practice. But telekinesis is cool !

This is what I've put together from my last dream. In the obstacle course they sent "Anne" in, their secret weapon. I thought she was going to come for me but instead she went for someone else, a girl. I know who she is, but not what her name is or what she looks like, just that she's there. The man who's trying to destroy the world (lets call him Bill) needs her in order to destroy the world. A special forces team was sent into a place that they believed to be her location, checkpoint "Simpson". In there attempt to rescue her they were discovered and pinned down. They call for backup. Only one squad closest to their position. The squad goes into checkpoint "Simpson". Save the DC, save the world. This is the scenario.

Of course this isn't really in serious terms but it's something to do. How I'm going to find her if I don't know what she looks like or what her name is I don't know, I guess I'll just know it's her when I see her.

Last nights dream:

I need a favour. This favour I'm asking the president of the united states for, John F. Kennedy (so at the dinner party they weren't honouring John F. Kennedy, Kennedy is the president). Kennedy will meet us at a certain time. In between then my dad and I go on some dream adventures (ones I can't remember). It's been a long time, me and my dad are being chased by someone. We drive the car right into the place where we're meeting Kennedy. Kennedy is there with his wife, child, and body guards. I think for sure that were late and that JFK's gonna be pissed. But my dad reassures me,

"Look, were right on time."

Wow, we are. It's impossible but were there. We then ask Kennedy for the favour (can't remember what).

At the end of this dream I think I'm talking to my subconscious. I want to ask it why I keep getting up at 4:30 in the morning.

Ironically enough, I wake up at 4:30 in the morning before he can tell me.

I start thinking about checkpoint Simpson, what it looks like. My mind starts to wonder on the subject and I fall into a dream.

I think I'm inside Simpson, I don't know for sure. I look into a room, there's a girl inside, her hair covers her face.

"Excuse me?" I call to her.

Yeah she's a zombie. I close the door. I continue upstairs. Now tons of zombies are upstairs. I start running down stairs. I take a light machine gun from my back and start shooting the zombies coming down stairs. I start seeing real people going down so I hold my fire. Around a dozen people walk down the stairs. I tell them to line up. Suddenly, I notice my gun disappeared. I start looking at them to see if I recognize any of them. I recognize one. A girl I know, Sarah, but she isn't the person I'm looking for. As I try to see if any of them is the girl I'm looking for the zombies start getting back up.

I run for a door to the outside and then I wake up.

I tried to WILD today, and wow
At first I felt my hands go numb. I kept trying to imagine the feeling of me moving my body. Then out of nowhere I started to get the smell of fruit punch. I felt strange waves all over my body and my heart was racing in my chest. I was sweating buckets all over. For some reason I found all of this hilarious, but I kept in my laughing. Then I remembered this: YouTube - Herpex and I burst out laughing. Eventually I gave up and went to bed regularly.

I'm walking along a bridge. It's night time. The bridge is a little bit wet for it rained earlier. I drop and nearly catch the side of the bridge. A man comes along and helps me up. Now that he's saved my life he wants me to work for him. I tell him no and take the bus home. This man, will be responsible for the end of the world.

There's a scene change. I'm with a couple of buddies. Were in some sort of obstacle course. Enemies are coming towards us. We do our best to fight them off. We're armed with assault rifles and carbines. We do well after a while, then they send in this secret weapon. Her name is "Anne". We fire tons of bullets at her but no matter how many it make no difference. Instead of finishing us off though, she just walks right by us. It's at this point I know they're not after me (which is what I previously thought), there after someone else. A girl, I know her, but I don't know her name and I don't know what she looks like. It's strange. Somehow she's the missing piece of the puzzle to all this and they need her.

Another scene change. I'm not in my own body, someone elses. I think he's rogue special forces. He knows what's going on, he knows how to fix this. The location is Kenya, the mission, kill the president (or prime minister I don't know) and avert world war 3. Simple enough, no pressure. I'm armed with a single Desert eagle. I creep out of the shed I'm in. There he is. He has a couple of armed body guards with him. I point it at him, and pull the trigger. It's not working, the gun is jammed. I keep pulling it. Click, click, click. It's almost as if the trigger is the most heaviest thing in the world. Click, click, click, BOOM! It goes off and lands him in the shoulder.

"I'm fucked."

He rushes into the shed I'm in. I keep trying to pull the trigger a second time but it just wont work. He pulls out a knife. "WOAH HEY TAKE IT EASY!" I tell him. He keeps trying to stab me as I freak out and frantically pull the trigger with my gun pointed at him. After a while of him trying to stab me and me trying to pull the trigger he lets up.

"Okay! I'll forgive you." He tells me.

"What?" I ask him shocked.

"I'll forgive you just drop your gun."

I drop it. It's already over, it doesn't matter, I just expected to die today. Those were the thoughts running in my head. Shortly after the U.S. military arrives to clean up the situation. Apparently the president was supposed to make a speech today, probably how he knew he'd be there.

My point of view switches. I'm in my own body again, but I'm in the same location. I go towards the scene to inspect the ruckus. I see the man who's body I was in just a minute ago. He has short blond hair, dirt and sweat on his face, and a bullet proof vest on his chest. He's wearing something special forces would be wearing. I'm saddened that he has failed. To U.S. army troops move towards him with their guns pointed at him, their laser dots on his chest. He puts his hands up and drops to the ground. After a while the to troops, One a black bald man and the other a white woman with medium long blond hair, start to smile. The both of them shoot him (probably armor piercing or FMJ rounds since he was wearing a vest) and he closes his eyes and falls down in agony. I'm shocked.

The woman, she goes to wear the majority of the troops are gathering. She has a gas canister in her hand. It's over, everyone here is going to die, including me if I don't get out of here.

There's a scene change. It's like I've teleported somewhere else. I'm in a dining room. It's very fancy, a lot of rich people are there, including me and my dad, but were not rich. My memories from the last scene are still there. This is only the begging, it's game over, all down hill from here. I know exactly what's going to happen. The man that saved my life, he's behind all this. He's going to organize some sort of tactical nuke strike world wide. He's going to start world war 3, but first he needs an excuse. He killing off a bunch of U.S. troops, he's going to blame it on other countries. He's going to do the same with other major countries, Russia, China, Iran. Nukes will go off in every direction. It will be the end of the world.

I sit very close to the person holding the dinner party.

"And the best president in history is, John F. Kennedy." She says as other people cheer.

I go up to her.

"Do you know the entire world is about to end?" I ask her.

"I know." She tells me.

Once again I'm shocked. I go to sit back at the chair I was sitting at before. There's a man next to me. He's kind of old and has a grey beard. I tell him, "Do you know every day we get up, the human race could just completely destroy the planet?"

"Oh, theres no way the human race could do that!" He tells me.

Pissed by his ignorance I decide to just ignore him. Suddenly I see a group of soldiers walk into the room behind us. One of them is lagging behind, a woman. She has a gas canister in her hand. I stare in horror as I watch her go into the room with the other troops. A little while later I hear on the news that every single fighter the US military had flying today just dropped out of the sky simultaneously (apparently that was a lot). As the inevitable draws closer I start to feel my heart sink in my chest.

There's another scene change. I'm in a different body, special forces patrolling an area. I'm in the gunner seat of a tank. I'm operating a mounted flame thrower. Were in the middle of the desert, me and the rest of my squad. Were getting a signal on the radio. It sounds like distress signal. It tells us to go to checkpoint "Simpson" and help out a special forces team that had a mission go wrong. There pinned down and need immediate back up. After we clear things up with the opfor we are to hold checkpoint Simpson at all cost.

The team and I head for the coordinates. What we find looks like a HUGE depression in the sand. Must be at least a couple of kilometers in diameter. Inside seems to be some sort of quarry or camp set up. Opfor all over the place. The convoy can't make it down a hill that steep, so we get out of our vehicles and begin to slide down the hill. On my way down I ask one of my squad-mates, "Shouldn't it be Sierra and not Simpson?"

"it has to do with the weather!" he tells me.

Another one of us comes sliding past.

"Yeah! Los angeles weather!" he tells me.

Suddenly. I wake up.

P.s. Took me a while to post.

My recall failed me today. Well not completely but this is the worse it's been since I started recording. Right now I'm trying out different techniques of how to become lucid (I can't just try to poke my finger through my hand all day), so if you have any techniques (preferably ones that involve DILD) I'm all ears.

Before sleep I thought about two things, Lucid me and my dream guide. Lucid me I only saw once on the elevator. He looked much tougher than me, and I can't help but think about him. Was he some sort of projection of who I wanted to be? Or is he an actual dream character, one I can have a conversation with? What are his hobbies? What's his favorite colour? Of course I haven't seen him since the elevator, but if I ever do see him again I'll be sure to ask him these questions.

The other thing I though about was my dream guide. How awesome would that be? I know it's a bit early to be thinking about one, and you can't just necessarily make one appear, but it would be nice to have one. Someone to help train me, be my mentor. I'd like some help with this whole lucid dream thing, I have problems becoming lucid in the first place let alone fly. I was thinking about what my DG would look like, would it be male or female? Would it be as tall as me? As old? What colour is its hair? What colour is its eyes? Will it even keep the same appearance? Questions, questions...

Anyway my recall was a bit crap today so I'll try to explain in better detail today.

Fragment 1:
I'm leaving my friends house. It's getting dark out so I start to head home. The neighborhood I'm in is unfamiliar and yet I know exactly where I'm going, it's almost like I'm being drawn to something. It's a suburban area (based off a place I've been before). There various pine trees, houses, and it's very quiet. I see a small girl, maybe 6 years old, jogging along past me. It appears that she is being chased by an old man, but she doesn't seem frightened, she actually seems quite calm. She goes through a shrub, taking a short cut to hide from the old man.

"Be careful!" I call out to her.

Now it's starting to rain. Not to heavy though, not yet. It looks like there's a storm coming in. More and more I'm drawn to this location. I find myself at some sort of corner where several houses are located. I've been here before. Now it's really starting to rain and it's getting really dark. There's no way I'm gonna make it back home. One of the houses, I know I'll find shelter in it. Instead of going to that house right away, I decide to go to the house next to it. I knock on the door and an elderly woman answers.

"Do you know me?" I ask her.

"No." she replies, a smile on her face.

"Oh, okay." I tell her.

She closes the door and I go to the house. The door is open a crack. I peak inside. My aunt, uncle, and cousins are inside. I walk in and greet them. We have a conversation about how crazy the weather is.

Fragment 2:
In this fragment I'm in a different body. I'm a cowboy, and I'm having a duel with another one, who kind of looks like Indiana Jones. At first I completely forgot how a duel goes so I just shot him (though no bullet came out). We then got to each others backs, counted down from ten, and turn around. Then a man from behind us draws a gun and shoots the building to our side. The whole front of the building falls off. We go towards him. He says that the ghost train is here and that we need to watch out. Suddenly, the building (or what's left of it) catches fire, except the whole ding is made of brick.

"See!" He tells us.

"Only the work of the ghost train could do that!"


Those are the only two fragments I remember. Well it's been an interesting, to say the least, week of dreaming. This week I had 15 dreams in total, and two out of those fifteen were lucid. I guess I have a long way ahead of myself.

Trying to remember a dream is like trying to have a Vietnam flashback, it only happens when you don't expect it to.

Sometimes there are just certain details of my dreams that I don't right down just because there so weird, so off topic, so abstract, that I even ask myself, "Okay what the fuck happened there." Yesterday through today I had three dreams, and they all had some sort of aspect like that. I waited a while to put this down so it's a little blurry so here it goes.

Dream 1:
This was basically a left 4 dead 2 dream, which was actually pretty cool. It's like playing left 4 dead 2 full screen, and by that I mean I was inside the game. I was with 3 other nameless survivors and we basically just made our way through a really really long campaign. I can't remember all of it but I do remember a couple things. We were in a mall. Safe, for now. I saw a man who was in some sort of mall kiosk. At the time I had a chainsaw and a katana. I put the edge of my katana up to his throat.

"And who are you exactly?" I ask him.

I can't remember the details of the conversation but by the end of it he pulls out a revolver. I'm cautious at first, but then I run. He shoots at me three times and I manage to dodge ever bullet. I can literally feel the bullets wiz by my shirt as they just nearly miss me. Me and the other survivors make our way out of the mall. At the end of this dream, it's the final stage, were doing good at first, and then just tank, after tank, after tank just swarm in. We are totally boned. A tank backs me up into a corner. I don't move. It seems to not see me at first. Then it just hits me in the face, since at this time I fully realize this is a game, I feel no pain.

"I'm down, I'm down! He's coming after you! Run!" I call out to my teammate.

He's the last one left. He just starts screaming.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

He's down too. We lost, goddamn it.

Everything fades out and I wake up.

I look at the clock. 4:30, what a big surprise. At this point I don't even care, I just fall back to sleep.

Now this dream, this dream is weird.

Here's as far back as I can remember.

I'm in a bunk bed with a couple of my friends. One of them is listening to a song. For some reason the song has something to do with, periods. Yeah I don't know. This goes on for a while, then I start remembering a concert my dad played at once. Snooki (the jersey shore one) tries to climb up on stage, but then security promptly take her off. For the record, I hate jersey shore.

There's a scene change. I'm at school, well, my dream perception of school, which is very odd. I'm in the gym on the bleachers, which are much higher in the dream. Out of nowhere a bright red but small spider (which in the dream just happens to be the most poisonous in the world) comes up to me and bites me on the hand. After this I get into a huge argument with the government, who happen to just be in the gymnasium, about how they wont help me and that I'm pissed. After the argument settles down I wonder off to some book shelf with a row of books that are basically the "laws of everything" and accidentally knock them down. I remember while putting them back up on the shelf, this girl helped me out and I told her, "Well the law sure didn't help me out today." We share a giggle. I walk out of the gym and then it dawns on me.

"I just got bitten by the most poisonous spider in the world, I'm gonna fucking die!"

I run to a small office that has a phone in it. I dial 911. The following message plays:

"If you are in trouble or have been bitten by a venomous spider or animal (how specific) please head over to, london."

"London!?" I think to myself (london ontario not london U.K.).

I feel defeated. I go into the main office with tears coming out my eyes. MY science teacher is on the computer there, looking at pornographic pictures for some reason. I go up to him.

"You wouldn't happen to have the cure for a (insert spider name here [forgot]) bite would you?" I say with tears in my eyes.

"Sure I do." He tells me.

My eyes fill with hope.

"Really?" I ask him.

"Sure."

"What is it?" I'm anxious to here.

"Think hard." He tells me.

"What, I don't understand." I tell him.

"Think about it." He replies.

Then I wake up. Could he have possibly been hinting that I was dreaming? I've never had a DC do that before. When I ask a DC if I'm dreaming they either say no or avoid the subject. Weird.

I wake up at around 8:00 a.m., 5th of february 2011. I decide trying to fall asleep one more time couldn't hurt. I close my eyes and rest my head on my pillow.

My third dream I'm awake. Not lucid, but awake. As in there is no dream scenario I just do everything I would've done if I was awake. I start by calling up my friend Elmer as I wanted to introduce him into the whole lucid dream thing. He tells me that he has to go to church or something. I decide to get on the subway and just go out somewhere. On the subway I bump into Elmer, with his girlfriend. Apparently they're on a date or something.

"C.J., what are you doing here." He asks me.

"Actually I'm just trying to find a place to sleep." I tell him.

"Maybe on the subway or something, is it okay if I join you two?"

I know he's on a date and all, but I'm just kind of pissed that he lied to me so I try to cock block him.

He says it's okay and we get on the train. Then I wake up.

Unfortunately that's all I got today. I know when to admit defeat:

Dream 5 Me 2.

But better luck next time.

Note: Before sleep I watched a lot of left for dead 2 videos, so I was kind of asking for it.

Today I was also hellbent on becoming lucid again, so I did the same thing I did the first time. It's like every single day I think I'm going to lose my dream recall and then it comes right back to me. Anyways, I preformed a successful MILD today, and had kind of an odd dream before it, here it is.

I'm with three other girls at my school. They want to show my a secret room. It has sort of a secret passageway through the wall. We all go in. The compartment's kind of small, like a boiler room. There are a couple of urinals there. The girls go there to pee.

"Okay?" I think to myself.

I just turn to a different direction and wait for them to finish. Afterward I show my friend Elmer the secret passage way. During this dream I end up going there all the time or something like that. Then one time I hear someone over the PA saying

"C.J., we no where you are, just come out."

Apparently I'm in trouble. Instead of talking in the office we go to a movie theater and watch a movie that Elmer made. It's basically documenting how Elmer told one person about the secret room who told a bunch of other people. The whole movie is in text, but not plain, like fancy animated text. Something like this: YouTube - RoosterTeeth.Com Member Video Contest Entries Part 1

Afterward I tell Elmer that I feel very sick. My nose is bleeding, I have a scratchy throat and I'm crying blood. After that I wake up at around 7:45 a.m., 4th of February 2011. In waking life, I'm actually sick too. I ask my dad if I can stay home and he says okay. I fall back asleep.

I'm in my apartment. I believe I'm writing in my dream journal. The text I write is appearing on the building across from mine. For some reason instead of writing about my dream I just write "42". I then quickly delete it. I hear something on the radio that some Colombian Gun show hosts will be coming in, and to not be alarmed if you see people armed with guns. "Uh oh." I think to myself. "That can't be good. I quickly run to the door and try to lock it but it's too late. Three people armed with red dot sighted M-16s kick open the door. They don't say anything, but they have a smile on their faces. Everyone (my aunt and a couple of my cousins are there) goes into the kitchen and sits down. I turn to my dad.

"We have to do something."

"Just sit down." He replies in a whisper.

"But-"

"Please."

I realize I'm being an idiot and that I shouldn't be a hero. My dad's cellphone begins to ring. I take it and quickly turn the volume all the way down.

"Thanks son." he says.

My older cousin next to me keeps trying to whisper to me but I tell him to just be quiet.

Everyone, including one of the gunman, slowly transitions into the living room. One of the gunman take my aunt's laptop. My young cousin pleads (she's only 10).

"No no, that's mommie's computer."

"It's okay sweetie." My aunt tells her.

"Well if you didn't want them to take it you should've probably hid it." Says my dad.

He's right. I go into my room to see if there's anything I don't want them to take. But it's too late. My computer, my most prized and valuable possession, it's gone.

"No, anything but the computer!"

I start to panic. I decide to go to the lead gunman and ask him for my computer back. I go into the living room where he is. He's black(I'm guessing Colombian but probably not), has crazy hair with orange highlights in it, and wears a suit, along with the other gunman.

"Excuse me sir."

"You have an email address?" He asks me.

"Y-Yes."

"It's gaz isn't it?" (it really isn't but in the dream it was).

"Y-Yeah."

"Maybe I should get rid of you, what if you remember." (I think he means his face)

No I really start to panic. The dream fades out. I realize my computer is still here, and everyone's stuff is in order. Usually I would just brush this off with a sigh of relief and get out of bed. But not today. These are my dreams, and no one pushes me around in my dreams. I decide to attempt a MILD. I rest my head. I repeat the mantra "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming", "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming". I fall asleep and find myself in the living room, but the dream collapses and I wake up again. I try again. "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming", "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming". Once again, I find myself in the living room. The lead gunman (I'll call him Larry) is making his way through the door with all our stuff. I rub my hands together and look at them to stabilize the dream. I slowly feel all my control from my waking body transfer to my dream one. It feels good, like I'm letting go. I run through the door into the hallway. I try to spawn a SCAR-L, but it doesn't end up happening, but I don't need it...

"Hey! That's my stuff you have there!" I yell to him.

"And what are you going to about it?" He asks me.

I charge towards him. We get into a intense fight. We are both masters of kung-fu. I throw kick after kick, punch after punch. He lands a couple on me as well, he's got some good moves. Every counter he throws at me I counter back, striking with my elbow, my foot, and my fists. One of the gunman throw him nun chucks, big mistake. He hits me a couple times, but I grab them from him and start whipping his ass with it. He's okay, but no match. I land one final kick on his stomach. He's had enough. He stumbles away grasping his stomach. I jump on his back and put the nun chucks around his neck.

"Oh no santa, there's a couple of gifts in your bag that I need to get back." At first I'm fixated on getting my computer back, but then I realize that this is only a dream and I don't really need them.

"Oh and one more thing," I tell him.

"next time you see me, I'll have guns."

"Holy fuck." He says as he stares at me in amazement.

I get into the elevator. Two other people get in too. There both me. One is the me that is asleep and dreaming. He wears a white turtleneck sweater. He has his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

The other guy is lucid me. He wheres something like a black trench coat with the collar popped and a black shirt underneath. His eyes are open and he's got a scowl on his face. He's pissed and ready to kick ass.

I think there was another person in the elevator but I can't remember.

"Well there's gonna be a lot of guys down there, but this is a dream, and you know what that means? It's time to kick some ass."

The doors of the elevator open. I expect a fight, but everyone there just cowers at the very sight of me. There's about two dozen of them. I just grab them by their jackets and throw them on the floor, one by one. There are other people in the lobby who're helping me out too. I got to the mailbox room to see if any gunman are hiding. I find a bunch of nerds wearing batman costumes (the 70's version).

"Get the fuck out of here!" I tell them.

"Hey this costume's classic." One of them yells at me as I walk away.

The day is saved. I've comeback to claim my territory, I have saved my people. Job well done. Out of nowhere I start thinking about super models. Behind me where the elevators are supposed to be appears a stage. The curtains open and around a dozen topless models are on stage dancing.

This is enough to destabilize the dream.

I wake up at around 9:00 a.m., 4th of February 2011.

Job well done indeed.

"everybody strap in, were about to open some fucking windows."
To quote the great Samuel L. Jackson.

I almost lost my dream recall today but it slowly came flowing back to me. This dream is a little odd (like all dreams) and unfortunately I almost became lucid but it didn't work out to well. There are probably a lot of memories that fell through the cracks but I have pretty much the most of it.

Fragment 1:
My dream starts off with me reliving a false memory. I'm in a hotel (this hotel is a dream space I've been in before) and there is a tower of Smirnoff bottles on a table inside of a dining area. Smirnoff is my favorite drink, so I'm tempted to take a bottle. I take one while no one is looking. I decide to go to the corner of the room to drink it. After a while I drift into the main part of the room to see what happens. No one seems to care, so I finish the rest of the drink in clear view.

Fragment 2:
I'm in my apartment (dream sign). A broadcast is playing in my living room. The broadcast has something to do with minds and mind control, but I don't know how exactly. I sense that the broadcast in the living room is incomplete, and that I'd find a more detailed broadcast in my room. I go in my room and turn on the tv. The Asian guy from the dharma initiative from LOST is on it, except he looks much younger, like 18 or so. He is also talking about mind control, but also about dreams. The gist of what he said, had something to do with invading people's dreams and controlling their minds. What he's talking about is something of a cross between the dharma initiative from lost and Inception. In the video he's on a beach, and another man accompanies him by his side, who from time to time he'll mock for being insignificant in comparison to him. Soon after the broadcast ends.

Fragment 3:
I'm still in my apartment in this dream, but the plot is way different. There's a "bad guy" whose coming to my apartment to hurt me or something, and I'm trying to prepare myself for the inevitable. My dad and grandma are very protective of me. Dream topography's very weird here. It's as if my apartment (although it is on the fourth floor in waking life) is underground, and my balcony is some sort of entrance to a secret passage way, which leads to some sort of medieval dungeon. For some reason we all know he's going to come through that way. The passage/dungeon is lit by some sort of electrical torch system (for some reason the torches remind me of minecraft). My dad is about to turn off the torches so the "bad guy" won't be able to see his way. But I plead him no because apparently I know this "bad guy" and he's my friend, and he's really only mad at me or something. The "bad guy" draws closer. I go into my room and prepare to barricade my door, but when I prepare to push my couch against the door, I notice that my room's a wreck, and that there are turned over drawers and crayons everywhere.

"I'm done." I think to myself.

Fragment 4:
Miranda Cosgrove (google it) and I think Jennette McCurdy (also google) are auditioning for a Sorority. There in what appears to be theater. (for some reason Miranda and Jennette are in the seating area and the sorority girls are sitting at a table on the stage.) The sisters interviewing them ask them if there "fun", or "crazy", or "adventuress" or something like that. Miranda replies "I once kissed a six year old." (okay?) Jennette replies "Have you ever heard of murder? Yeah." (I think she's implying that she killed someone?). The sisters aren't buying it. The two need to do a test. Steal a saxophone from this guy while he's sleeping. Easy enough.

Suddenly I go into a first person view (I'm not sure if I'm in my body or Miranda's, but I'm pretty sure I'm in mine). I'm with someone else (It's dark so I don't know if it's Jennette or not, but for some reason I don't think it is). We both infiltrate the room. There are two people inside, sleeping. We sneak up to him and prepare to take the saxophone. His roommate wakes up. His roommate is Phillip j. Fry from futurama. We both freeze. He doesn't notice us.

"I don't like japanese people poking around in my mind." He says as he gets out of bed.

(this is a reference to the previous dream fragment, apparently this person in the broadcast had tried invading Fry's dreams to control his mind)

He leaves the room and we get back to business. I reach for the saxophone. He moves (Something in my head tells me at level 2 consciousness, whatever that means). I take the saxophone.

Fragment 5:
There's someone who I need to capture. A very bad man (I believed he killed a puppy or something. There's only one thing I know about him for sure: He's wanted for $200 dead and $1000 alive. This next part takes place in the fallout 3 engine (technically it's fallout new vegas). I'm looking through a first person view (although I am not controlling the body). The song Montage from team america world police is playing in the background. This guy takes various weapons and shoots them at a target. These weapons include the M-16 and the All-American from fallout new vegas. When the "always fade out in a montage" part of the song starts playing, my vision slowly fades out. The last thing this man does is take up a weapon repair kit from the table he was firing on. He then takes off (I believe this man was me).

Fragment 6:
My vision fades back in. I'm on the subway, on my way to capture the bounty. I think to myself, "Aw yeah, 1000 bones." Then I started thinking about why some people call money "bones". Suddenly, a woman with a bag in her hands sits down fairly close to me. She seems to be in a panic, she's frantically shaking, as if she just stole the bag from someone, but I didn't see her take it from anyone.

"Okay, I got the snakes." She says in a shaky voice.

She reaches into the bag and brings out a red snake and throws it on the train floor. I start to mildly freak out, so I move as far away from her as possible and decide to get off at the next stop. Suddenly things seem a little odd to me. I reach up to my nose and prepare for a reality check, and I wake up. It seemed that I had control of my outside body instead of my dream one.

"Damn, what time is it like 11:30?" I say to myself.

I look at the clock.

I wake up at around 4:35 a.m., 3rd of February 2011.

C'mon, really? Again? Whatever. (I did have a glass of juice before I went to sleep so that may have been the reason).

Well this was a rather long and fragmented dream. But hey, at least I was able to use a snakes on a plane reference (btw, there really is a movie called snakes on a train, it sucked).

I wasn't as hellbent on having a lucid dream yesterday since it was a snow day and I just kind of relaxed, hopefully I have better luck next time, I still want to practice dream control

Sweet dreams everyone

Pre dream:
I was hellbent on getting a lucid dream, so much though that I literally tried to stick my finger through my hand throughout the entire day and constantly questioned my reality and weather I was dreaming or not. I tried looking for all the signs, text looking weird and not looking the same with a second read, clocks acting weird (which is funny because I stared at a clock for a while and the minute hand went backwards an I was like "OMG!" but then it went back to normal), digital clocks going crazy, electronics not working, mine or other peoples hands looking weird (also funny because one of my friends hands were all different colours but then he told me people drew on his hand for some reason), and weird colours of the sky (throughout the day the sky was white). So it was a pretty trippy day, I also preformed double reality checks anytime something out of the ordinary happened or if something seemed strange or not right. Before I went to sleep I got caught up "in-between" the dream and reality, where my thoughts seemed to be deeper in my mind and not make a lot of sense, and when these things occurred immediately I got up and preformed a reality check. Eventually, I fell asleep.

I was waking around in a familiar area, it's my old school(which is right next to my new one)and I'm facing the dufferin mall. (It's much smaller than in the dream than in waking life, it not necessarily an easy building to recreate). I was walking towards it through my schools parking lot. I find myself wondering how I got here. I preform a reality check and try to push my right finger through my left palm. It doesn't work.

"Of course I can't do it." I think to myself.

But just to double check, I pinch my noes and try to breath, and what do you know, I could breath!

"I'm dreaming? I'm dreaming!" I think to myself.

I do it again.

"Yes!" I say to myself. "Time to do awesome stuff!"

I heard about flying in dreams, it's the first thing I try. I remember hearing that an easy way for beginners to do it is to jump up and down higher and higher.

I jump up...

and fall right back to the ground. I do it again...

same thing.

"Well fuck me." I say to myself, quite frustrated that my first lucid isn't turning out so well.

I pinch my noes again and try to breath, at first I can't, but afterward I have no problem. I feel discouraged. I begin walking towards the mall.

"What else can I do?" I think.

Then I have a false awakening. I'm in the back of a taxi, wondering how I got there of course.

"That was cool, my first lucid dream." I think to myself unaware that I'm still dreaming.

The taxi is parked outside of the mall. The driver looks a bit angry at me, probably because I fell asleep in his car. Someone's waiting for me inside the mall. I go inside. A DC greets me as soon as I step inside. She's white, kind of chubby, maybe in her 50's, brown short hair, and wide eyes. She's wearing a jacket (which I now recognize to be my grandmother's). The funny thing is when I first see her I say in my head:

"You're not real, you're a projection of my subconscious."

But I was like, "Nah I'm not dreaming anymore." Once again strange dream topography. The mall that I walk inside of the mall that I walk into is actually a different mall all together, the yorkgate mall. False memories begin flooding my head. I'm a boy who delivers packages for the mafia, this woman is my mentor. I delivered a few packages in my dream but only one delivery stands out in my head. I need to deliver this package to this fast food store, but I need thirty minutes to do it. I'm being timed. The goal is to reach the front of the line with thirty minutes left on the clock so I don't hold up the line. Weird thing is when this is happening a line of my text pops up in mind (with a lot of spelling errors): "I didn't want to hold up the line to long." I reach the front of the line, 27:36 left on the clock.

"Good enough." I think to myself.

I believe more escapades happen in the mall and I met some of the mafia guys I was working for but it's pretty hard to remember. Some time later I end up back at my apartment and I'm talking dad when my DC mentor comes through the door. Apparently my dad and grandma know her and are really happy to see her. I'm drawing a blank about what happens after this (if anything does) so I'll skip to the end. I wake up at around 4:30 a.m., 2nd of February 2011.

Yeah I woke up late.

"There's no way I'm gonna get up." I think to myself.

"I'm going back to bed."

I collapse down and fall asleep shortly after.

In this dream a lady shows up to my house. She has medium long black hair. She's telling me about the school I want to get into (she's probably a representative) and she kept on insinuating that it was too late and I wouldn't be able to get in. This makes me sad as the school I'm trying to get in is the same school Maisha goes to (it really is this isn't false memory) and shortly after things start to get blurry, I fall down and lay down on a couch (the couch I'm sleeping on) and I wake up.

I wake up at around 7:20 a.m., the 2nd of February 2011. (yay snow day! ^^)

As lucid dreaming goes this was pretty much a success, as dream control goes this was pretty much a failure. But now that I know the noes trick works (and for some reason the finger one doesn't) I have successfully confirmed a reality check! Now I need to learn more about dream control and practice flying. Once again wish me luck!

Note: It seems like I have a very short attention span in dreams. I just got so excited that was like, "First thing I wanna do, fly!" Perhaps it is just man's nature to reach for the sky. If I attain lucidity again I have to remember my goals and constantly RC so I remember I'm dreaming. I guess I'll just have to study them. Perhaps I couldn't fly because I half-expected to not be able to (it was very realistic). Also I remember when I jumped up and down gravity was the same, if not stronger. If anyone has any tips on how to remember things in a dream please let me know.

This is a fragment of a dream I had a while back where I became semi lucid.

I'm in the principal's office. She looks very mad at me. I know I've done done something wrong (I can't remember what it was I did). She spoke to me as if I did something serious. I'm scared at how this will affect me in the future, I feel like the wrong I have done cannot at all be fixed. As the principal lectures me I notice something. The room I'm in, it's not a part of my school, and principal I'm talking to, she isn't my principal.

"Am I dreaming?" I think to myself.

I decide that I am.

"Are you listening to me?" She asks.

"It doesn't matter what I've done or how much trouble I'm in, this is a dream isn't it?" I say this with a smile on my face.

The principal with out saying a single word gives me a dirty look and walks out the office door, probably pissed at my outright ignorance to her very existence.

I'm pretty sure after this fragment I just lived out the dream as normal, forgetting that I even knew I was dreaming, but then again I wasn't glad I was dreaming because I knew I could do cool stuff, I was just glad that I wasn't really in trouble with the principal at all. That sigh of relief was enough for me to just not care. Oh well, hopefully next time I actually take control of the dream.

Blue=Lucid Red=Non-lucid Black=Awake

Dream log day 3:

So yeah, apparently melatonin and vitamin b6 aren't necessarily a great combo for achieving lucidity, or sleep. Once again, I only slept for about 2 hours last night, but this is mostly because I think I have a sleeping disorder, I'm getting checked about it soon.

Anyways, my dreams were actually quite boring last night and didn't last to long, I never left my apartment in my dream! I can't remember exactly where it started and the whole thing is kind of in fragments but I'll put them in what I think is a chronological order (I wont be doing any dream topography since the whole dream occurred in my apartment),

I'm in my room, and my computer that I usually have on my table is mounted on the door of my closet (which faces me). I seem to be able to access the computer telepathically since I never seem to use a mouse or keyboard.

I'm looking through iTunes for some reason (I have a mac) and I find a section where it shows me all of my videos in my youtube subscription box(which I find a bit odd at first but take at face value).

When I try to access a video I find myself outside of my room where the dining table and second computer are.

The same interface that I was on on the computer in my room is on the computer outside too. I start a video (made by sxephil) and she first thing I see is Phillip de Franco saying:

"Hey look a hot chick(a picture of a hot chick appears on screen)"

He goes on about the hot chick for a while and then moves on to the "science" segment. I can't remember exactly what he said, only that science had once again confirmed something that people already knew (like for instance, "Blow jobs may lead to sex!"). At the end of the video Phil goes to bed and faps to the picture of the girl in the beginning of the video, while so in the background you can hear on the radio:

"In other news, scientists are saying that cancer indeed still a "thing"."

I find this fragment funny because this is what my subconscious sees as every single sxephil video ever made.

Afterward I go to the kitchen, on my way there I look into the living room (where we keep the tv) and see that the same interface on the two computers is there too. But once again, I didn't seem to be phased by it.

In the kitchen for some strange reason I wanted to strain a glass of milk before I drank it, but the second glass I poured the milk into through the stainer had holes in it, so the milk just spilled all over the place.

I quickly cleaned it up with a paper towel. After that I decided to strain a glass of juice for me instead (it had pulp in it) and I just drank it down.

I went back to the computer outside and looked at another one of phials videos, this one being a bit odd. When the video starts it takes up my whole vision as if I'm there and I become "immersed" in the story.

At the beginning phil accidentally kill his roommate by throwing a dodge ball at his face (just roll with it) and instead of saying what really happened in the 911 call he instead claims that he died of a heart attack (just roll with it).

"Okay." She says.

And then just hangs up the phone. Afterwards she says to the camera,

"Yeah, I'm gonna call the police."

Afterwards instead of sending the police over she meets up with Phil in a city. When they first meet Phill doesn't seem to pleased.

"I know you're a mole for the police," He says. "and that's not cool."

"I know that your a liar!" She hisses back at him.

For a while the exchange the word bullshit pretty angrily.

"Oh yeah?" She yells. "Well you're not even human!"

Suddenly, sxephil is a lizard and there both standing in the dessert. What. The. Fuck.

"Did that really just happen?" I think to myself. Suddenly I'm de-immersed from the story and find myself back in my room, even though when the video started I was at the computer in the dining area. No only that, now my computer is back on the table and not on the closet door, and now I'm using the keyboard and mouse again (which by the way is really hard to use in a dream).

My dad walks in and I immediately minimize the window with DV and youtube on it(I was supposed to be doing work on my essay),

"What window is that?" He asks me, even though I minimized it before he walked in.

My DC (yes I'll be using this term now) dad acts much more like my real dad in this dream. Instead of being understanding, interested, and supportive of me and my new found agenda he strikes it down with an iron fist.

I quickly reopen and close the window I minimized and erase my history of DV and youtube.

My DC dad may just be a figment of my imagination but he's not an idiot. He immediately realizes what I did and tells me he's going to cut off my internet.

Shortly after my alarm clock goes off and I wake up. I wake up at exactly 5:30 a.m., 1st of February.

Well once again this was a complete failure, lucidity wise and overall dream wise, but then again I first tried obtaining lucidity 2 days ago, I don't expect instant results. I almost lost my dream recall too. I'll be trying a different reality check this time, one I do every time I walk through a door, the "Still being able to breathe while you pinch your nose" one, and really begin to question my reality and weather I'm dreaming or not.

Edit: I think I woke up with a bloody nose today. When I woke up there was definitely something coming out of my nose but at the time I thought it was just mucus. Later in the day, I found what looked like blood encrusted on my finger nail. I wonder if that means anything. Anyway, no more melatonin+b6 for me anymore.

Well wish me luck.

P.s. There are probably spelling errors in this cause I wrote it at six in the morning, but whatever.