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I woke up from a dream and noticed I had a steak knife in my hand. I figured that's what incubated my previous dream about an infomercial for a steak knife sharpener. I remembered my intention to do an RC when I wake up. I did a nose plug and could breathe. I looked around and saw that my room was in a different layout. I got up and jumped into a void. From the blackness, I tried to imagine the ocean in order to create one. Instead, I ended up in another room. I tried again and got the same result. I called for a book and reached out to the side to be handed one. It was a somewhat hefty hardback book which had the title "If you're trying to figure out the science of what you're trying to do, slow down. I noticed I had lost my balance and was spinning all over the place. Undeterred, I tried to read the book but it was all too blurry and confusing. I woke up.

Middle of Nowhere Waiting for a Bus
I'm in a small town at night, by a small road that winds past a residential area with little houses. I wait for a bus to get me back to the city, I see a bus come up. A person runs to it, a red-haired friend of mine. He doesn't recognize me though, and as I look at him his features become unfamiliar and strange.

In the bus, there are other people. The scene has changed, it is now daytime, morning, and a grey sky stretches over the field we pass to my right, a deep forest to the left. I look suspiciously at the people around me. I see a young guy with a buzzcut a little ahead of me. He's a troublemaker, been in a juvenile facility for a while I hear. There is some confusion, was he put in there as an innocent kid and the place has now turned him into a thug?

Playing Cards
I'm in an old apartment of a female friend of mine, she lived in a place similar to the one I was waiting for the bus in. The sky is grey, I can see the ambient grey light coming from the windows on my left. She has a bunch of Magic:The Gathering cards that she takes pictures of and puts on Imgur. She gets a lot of likes and makes it to the front page. I find it weird that she now collects these cards, but I rationalize it by thinking she likes the artwork. She shows a card she really likes, a black card called "Tombic Totem" (a nod to Hearthstone I believe) and says she actually understands the English name of it. I look at the card and it has a little picture of a pedestal with a skull and a candle where the text should be. It has a game mechanic called "candle" where if the candle goes out it silences (another Hearthstone mechanic) all other cards and relights. Whenever the candle is "blown out" it silences a card.

I'm out back in the backyard of a house at night. There is a fence around the grass,there is a small tent by the house. A bunch of rowdy working class people smoke cigarettes and drink tall cans of beer. I sit by a table under the roof of the tent. A friend of mine is playing Magic. I join and play. We get into a tie and have to draw instant cards and the one with the highest cost wins. We draw twice before the third breaks the tie in his favor. To my left I see an old friend who has come back from Germany. He as a lot of shiny foil special lands on the table. They look really nice, I point out one that looks like it has a hologram picture on it. I ask about it, I think I see C'thulhu on it? The cards are so precious I don't even want to touch them, my friend turns it around for me to look at it upright. The sunken city of R'lyeh?

An elderly woman is forcing me and some other people to stand on a lake known to be dangerous. She appeared to despise anyone who attempted to ask her for help. She seem to be able to signal the dangerous monster beneath the lake with hand gestures. However instead of the monster below attacking us it quickly drag her from the wooden chair she was sitting in to the bottom of the lake. My mother who is also here, ask me if I wanted anything from her. I said no as it would be no use. We could all hear her screams from the ocean depths. I didn't get to see what the creature look like nor did I understood why everything can float without sinking in this lake. The dream transition to a different scene. I find myself in father room. As I get up and walk in to the livng room, I realize I am dreaming. I see the living room bathroom door is open with no one inside. My eyes look up upstairs to see the light on and the sound of someone closing a door. I went in to father room again and continue to think about Lding.

I woke up to my first alarm at 5am and was really tired after sleeping late so fell back asleep between my alarms, knowing that I had to get up soon. I think because I knew this I fell in a really light sleep which on the one hand, perhaps, made it far more likely for me to be able to do a RC, but on the other hand resulted in me not taking my RC seriously (as my brain thought I was actually awake since such a short time before I had awoken and part of me was listening out for the next alarm). Anyway this is what happened:

I wake up in the dream and it is early morning, light but still a bit dark (corresponding with real time). I go to the bathroom to get ready - I flick the light switch and enter the room...the room is still dark. I go back and flick the light switch again and re-enter...still dark. I do it again. Still dark. I do this like 5-6x. Then D comes into the room and I say "i'm having trouble getting the light on" we look at each other and then have the same thought I should be checking my hands I bring my hands up to my face and the same time he grabs them and brings them up to my face for me. I examine my fingers but they look normal (usually I see more fingers straight away) I count them anyway but I come up with a funny number 6 or something. I concentrate and count again and keep coming up with numbers like 7 or 9 on one hand. I am really confused trying to figure how how my hand looks normal but when I count them I keep coming up with more. It's like my eyes are playing tricks on me. I either give up and keep getting ready or I actually wake up then realising it's now 5:20 am (and I know/can sense what the time is before even looking at the clock)

4/1/16
Almost forgot to write this one down haha was out all day.
Dream 1: I was at school on the last day, having to cleanout my locker. It was full of all sorts of unimaginable junk, including card games and bathroom supplies, I have no idea how that sort of stuff got in there. I had spent about an hour doing this and the end still wasn't in sight, so I went to the library. In there was a small party celebrating the end of the year with around 10 people. My brother and mum were in there, and I joined up with them. I told them I needed help to clean out my locker, so we started making our way outside. On the way we said goodbye to a few teachers and staff. Once at my locker we ended up fitting everything I had into several bags, just, so we avoided having to come back the following day. I think there was some embarrassing stuff in my locker, like a book full of nude pictures that my uncle had given me or something, but overall the process was relatively benign.

Not sure at what time I went to bed. I think it was a bit past midnight. I woke up around perhaps 5 or 6 and went to the toilet. Afterwards I had issues falling asleep again. The lucids were all after my wake up moment.

Women...
It's dusk. I'm sitting in the back of my mom's car, on the left. My brother is sitting in the passenger's seat and my mom is behind the wheel. She's feeling tired and doses off a few times. Eventually she misses a curve in the road to the right and instead goes straight ahead. I feel like we're airborne for just a moment, passing over a ditch and land into a meadow. I don't recall it feeling violent or scary at all. There was a box where you'd normally have a console, though just a bit further to the back. I managed to exercise some control over the car by using it. Once we're in the meadow I get out. There's a police car parked here as well. I move towards it and notice that the two officers inside are sleeping. They wake up and join me outside. My mom starts walking over as well. I start explaining the situation to them and they tell me to walk along. We're kinda trying to diagnose my mom. I end up walking with the cops while holding a black granny bicycle. We end up at two houses placed in an L shape. The police want to raid the one on the left, but they're missing a flashlight. My mom walks over again, talking. The police need silence so that they won't lose the element of surprise. They decide to sneak into the building on the right, to get a flashlight over there for their raid on the building on the left. On their way out they are nearly caught, but they've managed. There are now two women, Nikki and Eva Mendez. Eva had something to do with sneaking the cops into the building on the right and is slightly upset by the fact that it was a close call. I'm standing somewhere with Nikki now, somewhere inside. We're in a sort of relationship and she made some promises, something along the lines of finding me a girlfriend just like her before she leaves. We're both undressed. I go to the toilet around the corner to pee. The force of me peeing makes it splash all the way up until my bare chest. I consider asking Nikki to arrange things for me with Eva. They're the same in the sense that they're both called Eva. I know that it's gonna upset Nikki a bit, but I know she won't be leaving and she should've told me.

Ass
The brother of my friend David has posted something on FB. I think it was directed at me. It made me feel like the guy is a total ass, despite having never met him. Man, I'm pretty certain that David will bring his brother when he's coming over, but I sure as hell hope he doesn't.

Shy in class
I'm sitting in class, in a row in the back. The class is pretty much filled, though I remember only 1 classmate specifically. The teacher had been explaining something to us and asks me a question. It requires a long answer. I know that this is a lucid, but I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna mess up either, just in case this isn't a lucid. I think I might've pushed a finger through the desk at this point to be certain.

Red scorpion
I'm lying in my bed, having just 'woken up'. There's a small, red scorpion on the ceiling, quite close to me considering that I have a highrise bed. I panick a bit and make an effort to slap it away. I'm not sure if I got it. Now my ass is itching. No! Why now? Is it the scorpion?! Why am I so afraid of the scorpion anyway? It's all just a dream. I think I did something more after this, but I can't recall what.

Telekinesis! Or not.
It's daytime. I'm walking around some shopping streets. It's got a little bit of a cold season vibe if I remember correctly. There are quite some people about and I sort of evade a few streetsales people, or people who are collecting for charity or something alike. I don't really feel like talking to them. Two metres further I spot two people selling newspapers though. I spot them by the colour of their jackets, which was either red or white. One of them is a former colleague. They are facing away from me. I walk up to the guy on the right, the former colleague. I congratulate him on having been awarded the prize for best newspaper salesman. We chat a bit and he offers me a free newspaper sample. I pass on the opportunity, recognising it as a sales tactic. I move on.

I'm walking around in a semi run-down building. I walk back and forth along the same route a few times. I can't recall what's in the section which is still in good condition. I remember I said bye to someone over there though, perhaps my former colleague. In the section that's in mediocre quality is my optician. A blonde, former classmate I had a crush on is there as well. She walks away to a different area. I don't really feel like going to my optician, so I walk the other way again. I make sure not to pass the person I just said bye to again, cause that's just awkward. I walk to a part where walls are already crumbling. I clearly recall passing a big, dark green sign with golden letters that was only half intact. Guessing from the letters that were still there, it used to say Bibliotheekzaal [library room in Dutch]. I wonder what it is about this night that makes me become lucid so often. It probably has to do with the time of day. I'm having this thought as if I didn't just transition from non-lucid to lucid, but was in the same state all along. I walk a bit further and pass another crumbled wall, with a wooden plank put up against it. I'm standing in front of a door opening. The dark green door itself is swung to my side and to the left. The girl is there again. I decide not to pay attention to her. Instead I want to focus on the dream. I consider pushing my hand through the plank up against the wall, but it's not positioned very solidly. I might just end up pushing it away. Instead I decide to push my right hand through the door on my left. My fingertop rests for just a fraction of a second on the surface and then moves in. Sweet. I start thinking about how to describe this. It's like sticking your hand into a deep puddle of mud. Somewhere after passing my elbow the sensation becomes indescribable. I recall thinking exactly that: I have no clue how to describe this. I then pull out. There's a small wooden plank or a brick laying in front of me on a crumbled wall. I remember my lucid challenge with werty52. First person to perform telekinesis wins. My turn to finally win a bet! I aim both my hands at the plank/brick and attempt to make it levitate. I don't have full 100% confidence in it. There's some doubt in my mind that the object might remain there due to being cemented stuck. My vision starts to blur. I think the object is levitating, but I can't tell with 100% certainty. Fuck, come on! I try to stabilise again. I try to shout 'stabilise', but it's more like a soft shout, where you pretend to shout while actually whispering. I wonder if this is coming through to the real world. I shout 'stabilise' a few more times, but now in Dutch. In hindsight I was just doing it in the hope of it having an effect, rather than fully believing in the effect.

+ chased by some giant/tall alien thing, hiding taking cover, it moves on eventually

+ I'm lying in bed in a small room and my pet pigs enter the room. I'm happy to see them, (they have half-human faces?). I think they'll want to jump up in to bed with me and I block them with my elbows so they can't get in. One comes around to the head of the bed and puts its two front hoofs up on to the bed. It's right front hoof is placed at the base of my throat and it is impairing my ability to breathe. I'm trying to remain calm. I reach my right hand to pick up this paw and move it but it's hard to do. I think the pig may bite my hand moving it's leg. It does, lightly.

+ meeting with fellow renters about the security camera I asked the landlord to install. Landlord put up my hand drawn posters of the plans, why did he do that? On one of the colorful posters I've written "teen girl cam" in the upper right, why would I do that? Luckily my handwriting is bad maybe nobody can read that and nobody has come yet. But an adult woman renter comes and is OK with the plan but starts talking about the problem of alcohol. The stink and the noise. The other renters agree about the problems with alcohol. I'm not against solving the alcohol problem, but I don't want to be prevented from drinking in my own apartment. If not, I'd have to move, and I think about how much stuff I have, packing it up and moving it, it would take several trips.

+ entering the library/science museum, old man (celebrity?) sitting at long desk, I have my laptop but forgot my earbuds, look for and find large headphones among the computers there.

+ thinking about entry counting system, with kids leaving building they must get off their carts, fold them and take them with them as we leave, there is a large crowd, don't worry, they can carry their own stuff. Counting door openings is not sufficient because multiple people could come in at a time, and you can't know about entering or leaving. To fix this, you'd need two doors, one for entering, one for leaving. But that still doesn't work because multiple people could enter or leave at once. This is why places have one-person turnstiles: you count people going in and out separately. I imagined a single count system where there is one counter and the people coming in increments the counter, and the people leaving decrement the counter. But you'd need a special gear arrangement to deal with the problem where people enter and leave simultaneously. Maybe the mechanism could "save" up its signal and deliver it later if there is a conflict?

+ in childhood home, the front door is open [dreamsign], son S2 has arranged his sleeping bag on the stairs, he's going to sleep there? Walking down stairway and answering somebody who wanted to contact my sister, I'm saying she'll be in rehearsal so may not be able to respond.

+ (f) phone conversation, I'm simultaneously listening in and observing the person receiving the call, I hear a female voice speaking (Mandarin Chinese?), saying things I don't understand, like "min tsuh", the guy on the phone is honored at the invitation and will probably come?

+ in a BBQ superstore. People tend to buy way more than they need, they're carrying around huge piles of stuff which they've bought and don't need. Like a fancy-schmancy vegetable peeler? Who needs that fancy thing with multiple levels that drops the peeled veggies on (to the grill?), you can do with a more basic version.

+ (f) food, eating in party in a large open area?

a fragment about being on a plane going to Korea and a hole opens up and there is swirling and I think it is a wormhole that will get me there faster but I am not sure

I go back to the apartment. Someone has been in the apartment and has put my diploma in a frame on the bookshelf along with a graduation suit and hat and picures in frames of me on campus in my graduation suit but that is weird because I didn't even sign up for the graduation or buy a graduation suit so the pictures must have been photoshopped. I get an email from college with a directory of restaurants, libraries, and banks that I can use off-campus like I don't already know where these places are. I have a lot of mail in the mailbox. How did this huge letter even fit in the mailbox? It is some kind of xbox thing like I get points for playing xbox or something.

Dream 1 - 02:37 - We are on holiday in this strange cave like world? I don't remember much other than there was a girl of significance to me, i think it may have been sutina? I remember me mum dean andrew and phil walking around this cave like place - Blue water features running through the brown dusty rocks. We found stairs and walked up them, when mum let out an almighty roar about how dean is a c*** etc, yet she still followed him?

Dream 2 - 04:16 - I was hiding an alcohol addiction from mum at home, or trying to - Bottles of wine under the sofas etc. Whenever I took a sip from a half finished bottle she was always aronud the corner coming for me, and i remember the terror and trying to think of excuses. It was just like being a child again in trouble. There was lots of discussion about me then. I was expected to fly a "WA1V1" plane, similar to a the RAF tornado but there were 2 days before i was due to fly it at 21:30, around the nene, and mum also wanted me to go and get this yellow toy-like tractor, and its trailer, from the layby over the road from the nene. She wanted me to drive it amongst everyone who were sat in a circle at the nene. It was very similar to the layout of hollowell steam rally field, grassy, rainy, windy - i remember a "friend" coming up to my car while i was looking in the boot, and branches were falling down, i remember looking at the branches, dead, dry completely devoid of life, praying they don't fall on my beloved 3 series. All the while it felt like i had a "goal" - i want to say that i kept telling myself to "remember" to RC, go figure. I was drinking still while in the car park unloading my car (though i never did actually unload it).
The plot changed and subtly changed the scene as it went - Underneath the nene (hollowell) car park were historic tunnels and there was fear that a terrorist would get in and bomb it. I can't remember much about the tunnels, but i could see through the dark, and didn't feel scared. Then 'we' notice that an american had died foiling the terrorists plot. The american and the terrorist had the same head - the head was all that was left of them - however the terrorst was dead yet the american seemed to still be alive?? just as a head?? The plot seemed to pick up here as 'we' (a group of 3 girls i was with) were ghost hunting in a large old-school mansion. I had dejavu/premonition of a girl crying. We were walking around and it was like this house was trying to scare us out, but we remained at it. Then the premonition kicked in and we were walking across a 2nd floor hallway and could hear the crying. "yvette"? went down the stairs and this chinese/thai lady was sat crying on an old sofa, where i begun to think something's not right, and to my left i could see an orb which disappeared as i looked at it. I said something confident that made it go away. It then came a 2nd time and this was a repeat of how it looked first, however when i called it out it came at me really quickly and i saw "collins" in it as it flew at me rapidly. *FA* I then woke up to mum hassling me to wake up, barging through the door at 04:15, to make sure i was awake and wouldn't be late for work. I was squinting at her trying my best to ask what the hell she was doing but i couldn't talk, she walked back out and it left me with a feeling of "better get up then". Then I woke up for real.

#482 - DEILD - 4:11AM

I have a false awakening where there is some sort of party going on in my bedroom with the guys from work. There's some issue with the Playstation and I have to sort it out. I am a little annoyed they were being so loud and woke me up but I manage to go back to sleep.

I wake slightly and move just a bit to get more comfortable and focus on DEILD. There are some very mild vibrations and I get too caught up in focusing on that causing my lucidity to dip a bit.As I wait, my wife rolls over closer and starts making out with me. I'm really enjoying this and wonder if she's woke up wanting to do it or if I am really just dreaming. Either way I don't care and just enjoy the moment. She starts talking about wanting sex and some other things that surprise me a little. I think this is probably a dream and while I ponder that I actually hear her begin to snore. I realize she can't possibly be making out with me and snoring at the same time and my full lucidity returns. Unfortunately my wife begins to toss and turn a bit and it totally wakes me up.

After she settles down, I try to DEILD again only to fail. I am in the living room painting a mural on the wall. I am working painting a man and I keep having trouble with the white beard. I manage to get it to look right, but when I look away to reload my brush, the different color have blended together too much. I step back to the whole picture and I notice different sections that don't go. The man is too small and standing in trees and on the other end someone has painted furniture. I give up and tell myself I'll have to just paint over the whole and start fresh later. I decide to go back to bed for now and when I lay down thinking about all of this, I realize it's a dream.

It's really dark now and my wife is talking a bunch of nonsense. It's so distracting that I can't even think. I shout, "SHUT UP!" Shocked at my out burst I wait for her to retaliate, but she is now silent. I chuckle a bit and wonder if I said that in my sleep because it sounded so loud and clear. I shout out again wondering if maybe I really am awake. I do a nose plug and blow through so I get up, but it all feels to real. I fall back into bed and then decide to just go for it. I get up and move out of the bed room in the total darkness. I shout, "HEY DREAM!" and then fall into an abyss. I enjoy the sensation of falling for a few seconds and then hit the floor. I realize I am back in the bedroom. It's still too dark, but I can see that much. I recall the make out session from earlier and find my wife. I'll spare the details, but I decided to have raunchy sex with my wife. It's a pretty lengthy segment for a lucid dream. Some how we move around the room this is all happening and end up in the bathroom. I notice the woman has shifted from looking like my wife to looking like some other woman. I really just want my wife, but realize this is the nature of dreams.

I stand up in the bathroom and notice is nearly totally dark again. I recall a trick I was told about and blind summon a light from my pocket. I get some light when I flick it, but see some hideous monster with giant eyes looking at me. I put away the lighter and blindly punch at the creature as I move back into the bedroom. I quickly decide to forget I saw that and just wondering into the dining room. I try light switches and even find a huge breaker box. I flip all the switches, but I still can't see. I'm starting to get annoyed now and desperately look for any light source. I notice the fridge is open a bit and light is spilling out of it. I open and study the food items but they all look oddly distorted. I go back into the dining room and see a super bright light coming from a bowl on the table. It's too bright to look at, but only dimly lights the room. I get on the floor and study the wood grain for a bit to stabilize. Now the kitchen light is all the way on so I rush to it. When I get there the room distorts and morphs and the dream fades.

I find myself back in bed looking at my phone. I have a snapchat text open. It's mostly non letter characters, but there is one sentence. "Fell a distance of ooooooohhhhh". I laugh decide it's a log of what happened to me during the earlier part of my dream. I scroll down but the phone zooms into much to see it all and bar of black makes it hard to see. I notice I scrolled past the word "sex", but can't seem to find it again. I've been taking screenshots of all of this hoping that somehow it will be on my phone when I wake up, but I know deep down it wont. Too bad.

Now my daughters come in the room and for some reason this is so distracting that I loose all lucidity. They have swollen sores on there legs and my wife says it has to be bed bugs bites. Somehow I doubt it, but I get up and doctor their wounds anyway. After I do that my wife gets ready to leave and says she needs to take them someplace and she will be right back. I'm confused, but just say, "Ok." Then my son wakes up and runs into the room crying for her. I say, "Oh look. Mohinder woke up." That's not even close to his actual name, but in the dream I don't even find this odd. I have to hold him so my wife can leave out the front door. It's at this point that I wake up.

Wow I've been in a bit of a slump and haven't had very many lucids due to my hectic work/life schedule that's been causing me sleep deprivation. I think it's calming down now, so I need to catch up on the DJ especially after this morning. It's not that I've been totally dry, just really slow on the LD's. I've actually had several lucid moments the past month, but they are hardly worth mentioning now.

#481 - DILD - 4:00am (December 14, 2015)

There is something about a dude dying his hair then the scene morphs into me standing in a street in my underwear in some suburban area. There is a man talking on the phone with me as I watch a car park on the street with it's headlights lighting up the night. The man on the phone is saying something about a Japanese ghost. I feel some fear so I go into the house I am standing in front of. The phone conversations gets really weird and I hear a third voice talking. Something feels off and I tell them about it on the phone. No one answers and I begin to wonder if I am the ghost. No, that's not it. I now realize that I am actually dreaming.

I look around the house. There is an open floor plan for the living room and kitchen divided by a bar/island and dining table behind that. I wonder into the kitchen and see the back wall is huge pane glass with a sliding glass patio door. It's too dark outside but I see the interior of the house reflecting back at me. I see a man pass by and disappear into the hallway on the opposite side. Also there is Tonya, a coworker from waking life, standing there looking at me. For some reason I turn around and randomly start doing dishes as I try to think what I want to do. I notice this but don't mind since it's preventing the dream from becoming stagnant and crashing. However, doing dishes in a lucid dream is really boring. Just do something cool.

I look to the opposite wall and see a huge mirror. I immediately charge over there and effortlessly phase through it into a different house. It looks like a mostly white bedroom, including the walls, carpet and bedspread. There is an acoustic guitar on a stand in the corner of the room. I pick it up and start strumming and figuring the few chords I know. The song is a beautiful Mexican classical and I just play away until I wake up.

I dream a comment I made on Reddit get close to 10,000 upvotes. How is that possible?!?!?

Going Back in Time
I'm in a hotel room, like a motel in the US. I look down at my cellphone. In some weird twist, I go back in time. Now it is a day before. My friend enters the room, stands by the door and tells me to get my stuff together. I look down back at my phone, confused. It is now an old version of a cellphone, like from the 90's and the screen is so small it's hard to read messages. I try to fight my lethargy and get going.

Back in the military, Inception crew?!?!?
I'm in my childhood neighborhood. The sun is up, feels like an autumn morning. I am walking around, looks nice. I'm back in the military? I have to match. At some point I have to run, it's like a orienteering exercise. I really don't want to run, haven't ran in some time. To my surprise it is very easy and I actually enjoy it.

I make it to a bridge going over a highway, there are trees on either side. Were am I supposed to go?

I'm in a tight alley in the city, the walls on either side are tall and obscure the sky. I'm driving a car haphazardly, my mom is in it as well. It suddenly turns into something like a bike, the pedals are confusing. My old friend from childhood and his wife (who I by pure coincidence bumped into today) pass on their own motorized bike.

I make it to the center of the city by the sea. I meet the crew from Inception (!?!). They have stolen a nuclear reactor and have hidden it under some paving rocks by the sidewalk, through the cracks I can see it glow with white light.

The Yale Admission Tent
I enter a large white tent like something you'd find in a wedding. There is a a massive amount of people in the benches behind me as I face two tables. They are the Yale admission board (?!?!) and this is the interview portion of the admissions process. It has the feel of a game show or a talent show, the audience behind me. I'm pretty sure I have no chance of getting in but since I've been thrust in this position, I'll just do my best as least not to embarrass myself. I put on my best outgoing persona and get ready for anything.

On the table to the left there is a bunch of people who look like administrators. They shuffle my papers and prepare to ask questions. A person walks up from the table next to it, on my right. It is reserved for students in the student union who also are a part of the admission interview. A fairly plump and young student walks up to me and asks what books I've read recently. A sting of panic hits me, I haven't really read anything notable in the last few months, at least no fiction. I try to stir up anything I've read. I mention a friend of mine gave me the Lord of the Rings book that I've been re-reading as an emergency lie. I also mention reading the Song of Ice and Fire books, waiting for The Winds Of Winter as a namedrop. This is not going well.

I approach the student union table. I see my report card from school on it, it looks dirty and tattered, as if it's been stepped on with muddy boots.Behind it there is a circle of young students sitting on the grassy ground. They begin asking me weird, pretentious riddles (like something I saw in a Gilmore girls episode) and I do my best to answer but think it's BS.





Back in my childhood home, I'm hungry for tortilla chips. I eat tortilla chips.

In my first dream i was in the capital of my province, Cordoba. I was looking at a guy in the street (huge streets), he had long and white or yellowish hair, with a box selling watches and other things. I got excited because i could do this and live there. I just had to try for a month or two to see if its rentable, before the classes begin. I went outside the house (it was a messy scenario. It was like a huge saloon which was the street, but i was also a house, like the house i was living in Cordoba) and i saw people going out the house to the streets, to breathe some air, like going out of a party before dawn. Also there were a lot of pigs in the street. There were like 20 hairy pigs outside. They werent fat, like 20kgs, so they were running around joyful. I scratched one of them and he seemed happy. I went to talk with a cousin and he asked me if i could take a bag he had with leek inside, and i said sure and i took it. Then i talked with other people and forgot about the bag. But when those people handed me a bag with scallion, so i recalled the bag of leek. And i went to talk with my cousin again to ask for the bag of leek again. It was something weird but i didn't question myself about that. So he handed me the bag again, he laughed falsely and he slapped me in the cheek. I was like WTF!, hit me again and you will regret it. He didn't, lucky for him. I went inside the house (it was the house of my grandfather in street O Higgins) and there was a family taking a picture. So i moved quickly to the kitchen, to my right, and left the bags there. That family was of a friend, which went with me in the University in Cordoba in 2012. She said that it was her birthday. I soon grabbed a video recorder and started playing a song of the Doors as if it were the guitar, out of nothing, and at the same time i was dancing and maybe singing, without caring what people would say. I thought about what day was it. I knew that it was the birthday of my grandmother, Nonina, the 2nd of November but i wasnt sure what day her birthday was if the 2 or the 3rd. We were like four minutes away from the 3rd (even though that outside it was almost dawn). So i asked her, is today your birthday? Everyone heard me. She replied something like "i don't want with you or that you live here" (at that time i was in Rio IV, but before that i was considering selling watches on the street to see if i could live in Cordoba). And i ask "But is it the second or the third?" And a guy that was by her side "Listen, she told you she doesn't want you to live here" (i was like angry with this guy, he speaking for her, who the f#@# was him, if he told me something else i would have punch him). The answers were irrational but anyways i said "Ahhh" "Now i get it" (I don't like to express myself like that, so i said something logic after that) "You are envious". Of course it was the only thing that justified her behaviour. She wasn't jealous, and she was angry, so she had envy. I don't know to what but i could know for sure that that was the mental state she had. I let her be. I play the guitar again another song of the doors and i do some short filmings. Then i tell my uncle that he would have to erase some recordings after i talked with Vicky, because the videorecorder was his and of his wife.

I was looking at the street, going somewhere, just getting out of that place i think, when i suddenly see a young girl and a boy naked. It was early in the dream, the sun had not risen up so they were coming from a party or something like that. Some guys were transiting the streets, one in bicicle and the other in quad and they both went slower to look, while the one in quad stopped to say something and then went on. These naked people went inside a passageway and they had clothes in there with which they got dressed. They dressed up and i could notice they were in an act before, about something colonial. They lived in that place so they went inside the passageway and got inside the house. There was their family waiting. I just followed from behind and stood low to avoid getting caught, but i was just interested and i was like in a adventurers mission, it was funny. There was a gate like 10 to 20 meters beyond the beginning of the passage, a dry yard after that and then the house with its open doors. The family already had dinner and now it was time for dessert. This couple has brought a cake, like a birthday cake. But the old man of the family questioned something about not being cooked. So he told this guy to go and cook it. The stove was outside, so i had to get out of there, i had already passed the gate!, i would have to pass it again to get away. They were talking about something relative about fire: if he cooked quicker than his brother the fire should be more intense, if he cooked slower the fire should be diminished. He was still learning that, but that logic seemed to be hard to think of in the dream and i couldn't think about that since i had to scape, and if they saw me run a lot. I passed the gate and he didnt see me, then i saw he passed too because he was on the other side. I went out the street and i went in the middle of the street. I think they, the family, called for backup. There were four forces: two earth forces one with more weapons, the other with more technology, a water force and an air force. There came the earth force of technology to help, because there was some intruder (me). A lot of soldiers, but they didn't have any weapon. So i thought, ok they don't have any weapon, nor the other earth force, so i think it will be a battle of water force against air force. And it was indeed. Below, in the floor, it was repleted of navy weapons. In the air, paralel to the weapons of the navy there were weapons of the air force. A lot of bombs and things like that. They looked that they have been fabricated recently but there were enough to know that they have been stocked up. Suddenly the battle begins. I was directing the navy and we wanted to destroy the others weapons. I began to shoot the most powerful weapons just to destroy the other weapons. They became dust in the wind, but we continued. At one time it was evident that an explosion would take place, because of me. Was going to blast everything, mine and theirs, but i would definitely win. So i began to charge, one, two, three bomb like shoters ready, four and five. I throw the fifth to a general of the air force, not caring about the precept of not to kill apparently, and he throw it back, right in time i thought. Before he had told me something like "you don't care about this buildings and else, bla bla bla" well they were fighting as well so he was an hypocrit, he had to stop to save everything, not ask others to stop. And i was fighting for freedom, i was on the street (i found myself later on a garage) and i was to be caught but i decided to fight. The clock of the bomb was ticking so i began to run faster than ever. That moment appeared as slow motion. I just went out of the garage to my left there was this general and i ran to my right. Three houses off the first explosion began. I kept running because the other explosions would have a bigger radio. The second explosion happened and i was worried about the people in the house. The third explosion and i was already thinking about a nuclear explosion and how could i escape that. I continued running until the end of the street block. I was optimistic about the people in the house, although just a wall separated the house from the garage, i thought it could resist... I think it ended at the blast of the third explosion. It defeated the enemies so i was victorious.

I dream something about being in a barn, very large or maybe it was a hangar. There were a lot of people, men and women, in a room secured with a metal door, naked. I go outside and still i was inside the hangar. I look through a broken window and there were like soldiers outside.

In a nap i dreamt about being with a old woman talking about dreams. It was like 5 or 4 years i last met her (it was actually a random DC which appeared to be like my great grandmother and like a old neighbor of Cordoba called Marta). She was talking in a field about her dreams. She was about to go, but i wanted to talk about mine! So i began talking about the dream inside the house, and how i concluded that my friend was envious. And she tells me, "im thinking about the envy, and you are right!" I felt like good after talking to someone about my dream.

I was in the car with my dad and sister in the Rockies. We had just driven a long ways, and I remember my dad remarking on how he hates driving long distances. We were just about to turn around on a long road when several boys who were fooling around dashed out in front of us. Dad stopped, and we watched the boys. It looked like they were trying to push each other off the mountain.
"I can't look!" I told my dad and sister, covering my eyes and turning away. I took a peek a few seconds later, and they were getting closer to the edge!
"They're trying to cut each other with shears!" my dad exclaimed, and I peeked again. Sure enough, one of the boys was trying to cut the others with a pair of gardening shears. That is all I remember of that dream.
I was going to Spanish class, but only brought my assignment notebook and pencils. I decided to go back to my locker, but all of a sudden I was on a my school bus. Not noticing the change, I saw that the driver was my Spanish teacher. I realized that we were driving in the wrong direction, but I didn't say or do anything about it. We were driving down a side road, stopping at Cousins subs. (I remember seeing that the bus driver was the usual one again.) We had been listening to the radio, and apparently driven to Cousins because the hosts were there. My brother and I saw my dad eating inside, and got really mad at him. (No idea why)

I did not log this apparently. It occurred within the last 6 months

I am at my house and SO has gone to work. And I am watching the news. And there are weird reports out. Power outages and such. And, I have to take my dad to the airport. So, we get in the car and we get to the airport and are waiting in this huge, expansive room waiting on his flight and there are planes landing and suddenly I see a plane out of sequence and it is careening toward the ground. And my dad and I are standing there and I yell at him to run. And he is confused and I just start to sprint and he follows me and the huge plane, perhaps a 747 or something similar, clips its wing in the parking lot and the wing disintegrates and it continues to drag itself toward the airport building and we are running and debris is falling from the sky. And somehow we don't get struck and somehow we are able to avoid it as the body of the plane skids up to the building and stops in the middle of this grand hall of sorts. And there are no people moving and I take off running to the plane to try to help. And then a man in a uniform stops me and tells me I can't go further. That it is off limits. And my dad shows up and we don't know whats going on and I realize SO was working and I worry he got hurt in this. And so I realize I lost my phone and ask for my dad's but I can't remember SO's number. I dial and dial but don't get through to him. And I am panicking and worried and convinced he is hurt and even though I know I have no car and I am miles from home, I have to get to him. Because the phone is not working. So I take off and I am walking and know I have several more miles to go. But I have to. I have to.