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Took some Hup-A + ginkgo biloba at bedtime. Ugh. Terrible sleep, never again.

Up for a few hours, drowsy, back to bed and made it to sleep. Some strange short dreams.

+ outside some dance/yoga studio/dressing room? Trying to figure out if I can go in. Women to the left, men to the right? I go in and there are women to the right as well. There's a shower and there's a line. I go stand by the shower against the wall while the (aerobics?) class is still going on. I'm slightly moving to the music, leaning up against the wall with SoTc (girl). I notice in the shower a hot naked woman, with dark large nipples/areolas. I look again and she's covered up with a tight one-piece bodysuit but is still in the shower and her nipples are still visible through the cloth. At one point ST and I "bump" arms together on purpose, kind of like a high-5.

+ outdoors, I'm on someone's balcony. I look in to their house. It is a very large, rich, sumptuous house, and everything inside seems to be colored blue: floor, walls, furniture, a medium to medium dark shade of blue. On the patio outside there are strange ground "tiles" which are like cross sections of pipe that are set on edge round edge up, but are cut so that there are sharp protrusions pointing up. I think that would be a bad place to fall down, you'd definitely get hurt there. I think hey why not go in to their house and look around? My sister comes up and looks and also wants to go exploring.

+ there is some scary witch old lady, a girl manages to escape, while I'm left with her, she comes up and screeches in my face, (I push her back?) and run away. I make it out to a room/balcony and think that the entire garden has been made as a trap: you think you can get away, but once you get down there there is no way out. I'm trapped. The witch comes in and slowly moves towards me from the other side of a long large dining table. I jump/escape down to another hallway?

Outside on the street, my wife is asking me about something about a church. I go up some stairs and am standing at an altar, and old woman walks up and pulls off her skirt and then takes off her top (but she's still dressed underneath) and submerges herself into a baptism font.

+ (f) I see a close up of a guy's face (from the witch's?). He is taking off sunglasses because he's cool. Then I see that he has a second set of eyes, right below his "normal" set of eyes. Ah, that's why he wears the sunglasses all the time.

I went to bed around midnight. I shortly woke up around 5:00 and finally around 8:45. I'm starting this DJ at 9:10.
I think it was the terrorist dream or the vega cow poop dream in which I was highly aware at some points.

Terrorist attack
I'm in the cinema where I used to work. I'm either in theatre number 9 or 10. There's just a small group of people there and I'm not sure we're actually watching a movie or if there is some discussion going on. The only thing I can recall with certainty is my classmate Tan being there. Star Wars is also on my mind, so maybe it had something to do with that.

Now it feels like I'm working here again. I'm walking just in front of theatre 9. On the other side is theatre 14. I go over and open the door to have a peek. In reality it should open to a small corridor that leads to the seats, but right now it leads immediately to the last row. I assume the light to be disturbing for the person(s) on the last row, so I apologise and close the door again.

I overhear some guys talking about shooting up the place. They go into theatre 14. Instead of warning someone, I first go into theatre 14 to check it out myself. I'm at the end of the corridor, at the top of the stairs which go down to all the rows of seats. Someone on the back row starts shooting. I immediately (and poorly) fall to the ground, pretending to have been hit. I hope they'll buy it and that they won't shoot me some more just to be safe. I hear someone talking about that the first round of bullets are just very tiny ones to open up some holes in your body. For the second round they'll use bigger bullets, which will tear through the small openings and actually kill you. I think I make a run for it.

I'm on the 2nd floor now (theatre 14 is on the 3rd), running towards the corner where the elevator is, but also a personnel only area. I hesitate while running and head for the elevator, as the doors are already open and I can see Chantal [old colleague] standing. I shout out to her and join her.

I'm on the ground level in the personnel only area. I'm standing there with the manager Ed and my classmate Kristen. I'm panicked and I try to tell what's happening. I keep it down to the very essence. I believe Ed sends the guards to duke it out.
In this area and in this time frame a lot of things happen and I'm not sure about the right order:
- I try to recollect my thoughts. I'll need to report to the police later about what I saw exactly. Fuck, I can't even recall a single detail of the attackers. I didn't see shit. I consider filming myself right now with my iPhone to get all the details straight. I know that the human memory isn't all that reliable.
- I panick and I start sobbing. I'm not even aware of Ed and Kristen anymore. I'm on my hands and feet and I've assumed a position of total defeat. I can't believe that the terrorists have finally struck here. So many people must be dying. Though the description is short, I feel like I spend a lot of time feeling like this.
- Ed opens the door from this hallway to the main area of the ground level. I don't recall there being any people about. Furniture wise it's nearly completely empty. There's a big metallic looking plate or something alike standing there and from the left side from one of the upper floors a lot of bullets are fired at it. You can see the travel path of the bullets and you can also see some of them ricochet of the plate. I tell Ed to close the door, in case one of the bullets ricochets this way. He closes the door. There's another opening through which we're able to have a peek. I carefully do so at least once.
- I don't remember where he got it from, but Ed now has a thick and old looking book. He also has a seat , which is just big enough to sit on and just a few centimetres high. I'm calling it a seat because that is its purpose, but it's more like a cardboard box. I'm on the ground, looking through Ed's book. It seems like it's filled with biographies of people. I think I might've seen some drawings of characters from the book I'm reading in there. Ed wants Kristen to sit on the seat in a Seiza position [karate]. I don't recall him explaining what he wants to accomplish, but I think this was some kind of ritual to fill the book up more about today's events. Kristen refuses, telling him that she can't do it because of a bad knee. She says so in a slightly agitated way. I tell Ed I'll do it. Kristen asks me how I intend to do it with my messed up knee. There's just no way. I attempt to assume the position. Some people run by from behind me. One of them brushes my lower leg or steps on it really lightly. I show a sign of pain and Kristen says something along the lines of: see, you can't do it, it's already hurting. I tell her that it was because someone stepped on me.
- I'm just outside of the cinema, at the side entrance. I did something on a ramp there, though I don't recall what.

Though this definitely wasn't a pleasant dream, it was interesting due to the emotions which I felt so strongly. The bullet lines into the metal frame were also very vivid.

Vega cow poop
I'm on my bicycle in the city I study in. It's daytime and I'm cycling from the city centre towards my neighbourhood. At some point the infrastructure for the bicycle becomes quite crappy. There's no more bicycle lane, so at points I'm just driving on the car road. I keep cycling and am sometimes a bit confused by the road layout. Eventually I take a left towards my house. I notice that I'm on the roof of a house and that I need to jump down. Fuck it, I'll do that. I jump off like a BMX-er would, without a problem. I continue a bit, but then stop for a moment because I know there was a guy cycling behind me. I think I instruct him on what to do.

I make it to the front garden of a house (my house?). I'm wearing skates. To stop myself from rolling past the house, I go about in a tiny circle, spinning twice along my own axis. One of my best friends just arrived as well, I think by car. We enter the house. I need some help getting in, cause I'm a bit clumsy on skates. It's been a while, considering my knee.

The interior is like that of my ex girlfriend's house, though with furniture in different locations. We walk from the hallway into the living room. Another friend's mom is laying on the couch. His dad is standing. I either sit down on the ground or I fall into that position. I look at my feet and see that I'm wearing skates which I have managed to attach directly to my beat up Reebok shoes. I can remove the skates without taking off my shoes. My friend's mom mentions something about being sick for the 3rd time already, due to eating some vega cow... poop? Yuck

Small model corner
It's daytime and I'm at the physical therapist, though the setting looks entirely different from reality. I'm also not participating in this dream, just observing. There are 3 girls who seem to know each other in the 'small model corner', or something along that lines. It's a corner with exercises for girls who want to exercise but who want to stay petite instead of becoming muscular. I think they're standing next to a bar with weights on it. My physical therapist shows them how to do an exercise for your arms, which involves pulling on a pulley system. After that he's suddenly outside in his car and he's gonna drive off. One of the interns, a guy with red hair, is still inside. One of the girls comes up to him to ask him something about her file. He tells her he can't do anything about it. The moment he starts the program on his tablet, her file is loaded because it recognises that it's about her. She asks if the physical therapist that just left can do anything about it. The intern says he's not sure. The girl says optimistically something along the lines of: so there's a chance?

Fragments
» I think I may have dreamt something about my mom, though I can't recall anything. The idea is just stuck in my mind that I did.
» There was a dream that had something to do with me being highly educated, but I can't recall a thing.
» I'm with my two little cousins. I tell the girl that she should always kiss her brother on the cheek. It's inappropriate to kiss him on the mouth. She asks me why. She caught me by surprise. I don't know why. That's just the way it is.
» I'm standing in my kitchen with my classmate Erwin [I have no clue what his name is. At some point I just decided that he looks like an Erwin ]. He asks me if I have any Vicks candy's. He tells me he has a sore throat. I have a bag in the kitchen, but I'm a bit reluctant to share. I don't want my entire bag to be empty when I finally want to have a Vicks. I end up sharing with him.

Mild attempt before sleep

*Preparing for training at jobs office along with his going team.

Dream - Fast food
Me and my friends Sam, Daniel and Matt all go into a Burger King to get some food. My friends sit at a table and I head over to the cashier to see what's on the menu. I look up, hmm... There's a big burger that comes with fries, a frozen coke, and another drink. It looks so good, it's basically just a really meaty burger with bbq sauce and bacon in it. I ask if I can have that one, it's supposed to be an 'instant meal' as well so I don't have to wait for it to be cooked. The person I ask takes me over to an area near where my friends a sitting and opens a lid into a food container showing me the food they have. It's full of roasted ribs and other meaty foods, but no burgers! What's the meaning of this? Apparently they can't make me my meal :/ I don't get a proper explanation as to why either.. My friends are all eating this food, but I really don't like the look of it.

Dream experience: 2 (wasn't that good)
Dream awareness: 0

Usually I never eat fast food so I don't know why I'm dreaming about it?
Every time I woke up last night I wouldn't be able to remember my dreams. I only recalled this one last night and barely.

So on my typical night i:
went to bed at 11pm ish
woke up naturally at 5am ish typical
went to bed typical after going for a quick washroom and back (no less than 30sec...too damn cold!)
i obviously dont recall when it started but during the mid hypnagogic state, i really concentrated on creating some visual stuff like a straight line, then a circle. interestingly enough, it started to form the way i wanted for some reason.
i then started to visualize a face and it did!
then all of sudden entire blackened area in the background became somewhat like a comic book with big faces, colors and such. just like a comic book, i went through like one page at a time.
after about 3 or 4 pages, the background switched to my computer desktop.

i literally told myself, "aw man that wasnt a dream.." and just searched some youtube vids on the next tab just like the one for google chrome

non wild dream journal

i was in my work area. sweeping floor and checking out the surrounding. it was getting dark. not a lot of customers. so i thought it was nearing close time. i checked out my time and for some reason i thought i over slept. this pretty lady came by asking what's up and told her "i wasnt suppose to work thsi late.." something along those lines.
cant remember if we went together but went to my house and met more people there.
All of sudden, we were outside and a group of soldiers possibly ss during ww2 showed up.
we were in trouble as they made us lined up for execution. when they were about to start, me and the guy next to me jumped and ran literally for our lives.

pretty sure a lot happened our escape run but we got obviously caught

1.) I was fighting two barbarian like men with my "bodyguard." We were in a throne room that was dug into the side of a small hill, kind of like a hobbit-hole. I remember a wooden chair, which I assumed was the throne, and a small wooden box. My bodyguard was a large muscular man, though I don't recall much about his appearance other than that. We both had large golden swords that were more like a fusion of a scimitar and sickle. We were both joking that we had picked up the wrong swords. The "barbarians" also large men, who wore cow skulls on their head and also a thick hide on their shoulders. I killed one of them quite easily by cutting the side of his neck. My bodyguard pushed the other one against a wall then managed to also kill him. My bodyguard had suffered a wound on his shoulder area and let out a grunt. I asked him halfheartedly with no real care of his well being if he was okay. As soon as he said yes I turned my attention to the wooden box. Inside the box as a letter from my wife. The letter looked as if someone had typed it out on a computer then printed it out, then took the printed letter and cut each individual word out and glued it onto another piece of paper. The words at the beginning of the letter were to small to be read, but by the end they had grown quite large. The only thing I can recall of the letter was something about a poltergeist.

2.) I was riding in some sort of caravan that was made up of boxes on some type of cart. I remember the box I was riding in feeling really off balance. I then remember getting off and walking and opening a pack of hard boiled eggs. I went to eat one, but threw them away because they were warm and runny.

3.)

Spoiler for Sexual Content:

I was having sex with my wife in a pool of cold water. I remember feeling like there was someone watching us. I remember toward the end I began to masturbate her and the dream ended as she was beginning to climax.

12,03,15

Yesterday sleep from 11;30am -9 pm

I just returned home from someplace. As I'm stepping into my grammas one room home through a wooden door, I realize that I have been away for 10 days and didn't get online or check my emails one single time. This fills me with dread and terror and I just can't fathom how did I forget about all that.

I turn right and I reach to the back of the shelf that gramma has right next to the wall. It's a metal shelving thing. I am absolutely mortified that I don't remember where I hid my laptop before I left but at the same time I remember it's on the shelf. But I'm so scared out of my mind that someone took it and how was I so stupid to leave it there.

Next thing I have it opened on a desk an my brother is there too. I have an image of a small fire that just started out of the blue, but was estinguished.

Now I look at the small wooden stick that's in one of the USB ports and it just caught on fire by itself. I blow and it goes off. I tell my brother who was not looking and ask him why he thinks it happened. We somehow come to the password that I set for my laptop. He says the fire is the result of pent-up energy that has no other way for release.

Next we are talking to a woman who tells me that It's bunch of numbers and all of them give sum of 8, which I didn't know. Shee says that sum of all those 8's is 0, and 0 is the number of evil intelligence.

I ask her how to get rid of it. She says I need to smear my room with pentik. DAnother woman thats there with her says the name of the plant in another language, sounds latin or european. I want to know if the evil intelligence will stay in the room or follow me if I move.

I woke up so scared I was braving the thought of getting up and putting the light on, but I lost the fight. I got up and put the light on and stayed up.

Wrote in my offline DJ "university dream again" so there's that.

Can't remember too much but here we go.

I was at a shopping centre kind of place with a whole bunch of other people. We were all decreed by some ruling person to do certain jobs to help with the building, ie. helping with construction or playing music to entertain the others. I ended up being with outside near a tennis court, giving a harmonic overtone demonstration for some unknown reason.
Some fragment about a really bad quality something.

Morning of December 3, 2015. Thursday.



This dream is of a fairly common focus where I can hover and float about vertically (as if standing though completely relaxed physically). This is sometimes a secondary awareness to other dream events (such as ones with some semblance of plot or circumstance, surreal or mundane, including shopping or just previously walking around). Interestingly, over time, it becomes known that hovering or flying is not legal (though I am not lucid at any point). I get a feeling that I am possibly in the UK (though this is not certain).

Throughout my dream, I mostly fly vertically (upright), about a foot above the ground, though sometimes lean forward to fly in a diagonal position for shorter periods. Some people seem appreciative of me doing this even though it is not lawful. They find satisfaction in my “rebelliousness” of oppressive authority I suppose. I evade the authorities several times by flying (as they are not allowed to fly even if they have the ability, apparently). It seems odd to me that flying is illegal but then I sense that it probably relates to the prevention of getting in the way of aircraft and drones and such. In fact, I get the impression (though this is not certain) that flying may be legal in some areas if it is authorized and supervised by the government, though that does not seem a common situation.

I am shot at, but either they always miss or I am somehow bulletproof. At one point, near an odd composite of my past middle school and a shopping mall, I am shot at and a grenade is also thrown at me. I throw it back and watch the colorful “realistic” explosion near the outer wall of the building. Eventually, I join a couple, a young male and female. The male is apparently not fully human; possibly some sort of animal (such as a lemur) and human hybrid, though he looks mostly human. The girl sings to him at one point. They are like me in that they evade authority and “do what comes naturally”.

From here, I mostly just play around, not causing any fatalities even though I cause explosions and do not like being pursued (though the pursuit has mostly stopped by this point). I watch a “large” silver bus, which seems to be a Greyhound from the 1950s. It moves through an underpass though oddly (based on my full-body presence and perspective) seems only half the size of a real one (though is still fully three-dimensional and with “realistic” movement and momentum otherwise). This is actually typical of my dreams since childhood, where vehicles often seem miniature even though it is otherwise perceived as “normal” (and without me presumed as being a giant). I throw some grenades, which are somewhat like (toy) jacks and are supposedly harmless even though they cause a lot of noise and fire. The bus squeaks to a stop. I am aware that no one is injured but they are probably baffled.

After this, a similar bus approaches, though this one is about three-quarters the size of a real one. I throw more “grenades”, which make more popping noises and fire, but not as large in contrast to the other smaller bus. The three-quarter-sized people do not seem as much in awe as the other (half-sized people) group. (Jacks as small grenades is somewhat of an unusual idea.)

I had a dream where I was walking outside waiting for the rest of my family to come out and leave. There was an amoured care that we were gong to take with us and the engine was exposed kind of because there was wiring sticking out and I asked the body guard by the car why this was the case and what happens when a bad guy cuts the wire. He said not to worry and I pushed and he said that "I guess that some have died because of it".

I also had a dream that Alex was growing a ton of mushrooms in a barn over the winter. the set up had grow lights and ya

Lucid-dreaming again last night, but with 2 major differences. Firstly, only 2 days between events...secondly I drifted in and out of lucidity on at least 4 occasions. As per usual there are prices...it takes at least 5½-6 hours of sleep, then a WBTB (so I went to bed at 12.30 and finally got up at 09.30...I couldn't do that if I wasn't retired)

Also, the events don't seem particularly long (although my recall may just be limited) It's beginning to look like I need at least 1½ hours before I WBTB (rather than the hour I have been doing) Also, I'm not doing a massive amount of preparation...the usual “I'm dreaming...I'm lucid” etc exercises throughout the day for a few moments at a time.
But, as before, I had an extended session while I'm relaxed for meditation...I'll carry on doing that.

I didn't do any reality checks during the LD...I didn't need to. I'm walking through fields and everything suddenly firms-up and becomes so vivid and I'm thinking “Yay! I'm there again” (by now I just know when I'm lucid...the sensation is so different, the level of awareness is there and I'm thinking and planning) Then it drifts a bit (my recall suggests?) until the next scene which firms-up and again becomes lucid...and so on...

As per usual, my impatience kicks in and I decide to fly...but too hastily, as I feel as if the lower part of me is lagging behind...not good. I stop, then instruct myself to start again, but slowly and gently and that works. Clearly, the whole thing wasn't a solid consistently drawn-out experience because there's gaps in my memory and the coming-and-going of lucidity but I'll take what I can get thank you brain cells (forget Ed, these are now my little Minions and I love 'em)

I'm so thrilled I start to tell the wife...and I can see her tense-up. That hurts, because we've been married so long and she surely knows that I'm not given to flights of fancy...I'm just used to sharing things with her. I tackle her about it (gently) and ask her if she thinks I'm imagining all this and she's non-committal. (you think I'd have learned by now)

Finally she says “I don't believe in this sort of thing” which presumably either means “you are imagining this or “get thee behind me Satan!” It's easy to see that it was a foolhardy individual who mentioned lucid-dreaming in the middle ages...although generations before that had a much better deal because it was “just the shrooms talking and next time you're out can you get me some dear?”

All very interesting...where to go next? 1. Keep the exercises ticking over (maybe, if I can get a cluster of lucids, things will move to earlier hours of the night...I can but hope) 2. I've got my long-term plan to kick-start the brain. 3. Who cares? I'm loving it anyway.

A puzzle. I instruct my brain to wake me closer to dreams ending and often feel a bit ill. Yet I can feel lucid dreams ending from inside a dream (how much closer can you get to dream-endings?!) and feel no ill-effects whatsoever...

Strangely, there are trade-offs. I can have a few days of 2 or 3 dream-recalls a night, but no lucids, then a cluster of days with a couple of LD's, but with no recall of other dreams...as if there are only so many Minions on the job and something has to give. Also, my developed ability to recall a dream I had a few minutes ago (and I've moved around a bit...even sat up sometimes)...results in the discovery that recalling celeb's names, if I'm watching quizzes like Pointless, requires me to wait patiently for half a minute, until my brain generally spits out the answer...send me more Minions!

+ (f) abstract battle against alien things arranged in massive triangular formation

+ (f) walk into bathroom to clean my (ahem), listen in to my son S1 calling his GF having a long and emotional conversation that didn't sound like it was going well and had been going on all day and night

Alarm, back to sleep

+ an amazingly long (epic even) stream of scenes, one after the other. Dream boundaries completely unclear, just counting it all as one

sitting at bedtime with my kids, they're young, I start talking to them and we start eating s.l. a taco salad, wife starts yelling about kids not getting to bed, I keep yelling back "You're interrupting me!"

volleyball girl (me:"I can't set for shit" … me: "I want to be on your side…always!")

Angband on colored cloth (moving monsters), turn away quickly

taking pictures of sea lions from a distance through a camera viewfinder, thoughts of running away from sea lions if they start chasing you

Palpatine fights and destroys some guys, yellow lightsaber embedded in guy's finger and down into his arm. Palpatine gives me a pair of emperor-red colored ear buds & cables with dual pc jack and left/right connectors, tells me to go to restaurant and hack into their systems and mess with all the settings (lamps, etc.)

Go to restaurant, think about sitting at counter, number pad right there, carrying laptop, walk down long table looking for seat, see a place on the end with lots of outlets for my laptop, people reserving seats, see a free one on the end next to monitors, guy steps in front of me, I push/hit him in the lower back saying "Hey!" to get him out of the way, do I need to use the monitor? I have a laptop

playing recorder piece, giving demonstration of multiple fingers lifting up at a time, first recorder is just the mouthpiece, luckily there is a backup which I pull out because I have more than one

welcome the new guys to the neighborhood. Say how awesome it is to go to Santa Cruz and hang out at the beach on Sundays in the sun (they say "yeah, man!"). Wife says the best part of the beach, I say it's a miles long beach, someone else says s.l. I wonder if I should tell them about the terrible parking and traffic, but don't.

Then I'm diving into the water and swimming around to see the fishes. I come up in some sort of covered place where colleague R.H. is. He says he's moving away to Boston with his girl and he wants parting wisdom from me.
Me: (singing to the tune from "Please come to Boston") "Please come to Boston…"
Me and R.H. in unison: ".. she said YES!"
Then we're in some room like a party. I give him the advice that both for computer scientists and software developers, you really need to know your algorithms. Study algorithms. He agrees.

potato chip processor, guy: "they're all about presentation" me: "They're also all about the flavor". Just standing in awe of this amazing multi-level multi-blade food processor system (about 3 feet in diameter).

walking past tables at the restaurant with food laid out ahead of time, See cousin GL, stop and give her a hug. Someone says "it's a good thing that arrow was shot at me" ("it got me going?").

In some party, our friends are caterers, we're getting hungry. I can't wait for them to bring in the food left over from the event so I go looking for the dining room. Outside, there is a vendor who has replaced what was there before with a small ping-pong table with heavy cement base. I go up (stairs) and enter the dining area of the formal dinner. Strange furnishings. People there say I have right to be there without (a pass? permission?). I see pastries, including a "French Horn" pastry up on a shelf. There are also bags of cookies. A friend of mine grabs one of the cookies and I say that seems like the right idea but I don't take one.

Here is a quick jot down of my dreams from my 2 days away.

1/12/15:
1: Some sort of Ubuntu party in Sweden
2: Being in a record store, seeing some records from Bindrune
3: Catching a train with some mates. We end up going to a party house (like we actually did haha) along with some other people.
4: Playin an mmo, kinda like a more horror-y version of Skyrim. I kept getting advice on how to debunk myths people had about the game, eg. seeing a dead child at night, gotta squat over them for some reason or other. Kinda forgot the details here.
5: Two women on a quiz show, like the Chase. They got caught for cheating, using radio earpieces.

2/12/15:
1: A war with Turkey (The country lol)
2: Athletics at Pascoe Vale, barely a fragment
3: Watching a game of football with my dad, there were 4 teams playing the one game as a giant free for all.
4: Cheese and Spaghetti on a giant pizza (yum).

Poor recall this morning, and forgot to write anything fort thing so this is all I remember now:

1) Riding a motorbike, realised that I had forgotten to wear a crash helmet so pulled a hood up instead, driving very slowly so I didn't crash. Came to a large roundabout and realised I was hopelessly lost, panicked a bit. Pulled into a side turning and went into a yard to ask for help. Someone who seemed very nice helped me, can't remember how but next thing I was riding again following a satnav. Not sure where I was going.

2) Vague memory of treating someone for a chest infection. I remember noting that they were on a particular drug.