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Im on the city transit and notice that there are no buildings around me, just a road with green grass in the middle of winter, no leaves on the trees. The bus is moving very slowly and I look around to see two girls near me. I almost get lucid cause I notice my dream sign is having at least two girls in the dream, it was interrupted by a sudden bump follow by a random sandstorm. The bus flips over by the force and I suddenly teleport outside.

I was then faced with a big house, the two girls show up in this house, one was a red head, had a white taint top, red yoga pants and black shoes, the other was a blonde had a pink tee shirt, light blue jeans and pink and white converses. I walk in and the blonde grabs my hands and wraps it around her waist she begins to kiss me. The red head disappears to the kitchen on my left, while we continue our makeout. She then stops and goes to the kitchen herself.

I walk upstairs and see a sleeping leopard, in the hallway. this is where I became Lucid and notice the long white hallways with doors all over. The leopard wakes up and walks in of the rooms. I follow it and its no longer there. I turn around to see the red head jump on top of me and chuckles. I pin her and the dream fades and destabilizes.

Will write again in a bit after attempting a lucid nap, still tired, coming from the gym.

Standard procedure for my nights: I do not record at night, I do mental recall only, reviewing the accumulated dreams briefly (sometimes for a long time) on every waking, and record only after getting up.

non-lucid, notes
semi-lucid
fully lucid

early:

+ (impressions of doing lots of things with a team of young people) a house on fire?

+ (f) in the sand, stretching out a red tape, this is a very powerful

later:

+ LD#156
In and out of lucidity, semi-lucidity.
A number of scenes, order a bit unclear
I'm lying on a couch in a room, there is another guy on the couch and a guy across the room
squishy spiders, cat eats one, I'm batting the other one away, see dense spider web (built for just the night!?)
See dog L, it's been so long, he looks very thin, need to feed him, get lucid, go outside, think "yay, #156", think of TOTMs, go back in ask DC to tell me a joke, first one like "and I fell down", said "tell me another one", he tells another one also sort of gibberish. To cement the TOTM I bite him (on the arm I think), then I'm walking to a room around a corner I want to go somewhere else, he follows? I go in a bathroom close the door and think when I come out of here I'll be in a different place. Then I think of summoning a girl by making believe we're having sex and start making motions. I then "wake up" in a dark room lit as if by a fire in a fireplace lying down in a corner and self-pleasuring, and stop thinking someone else in the room can see me.

Lying on ground in garage, girl's brought her new moped (looks like a bicycle) to show her friend who's there, I'm stuck by two cars, girl keeps shoving this bike right on top of me almost, I keep shoving it away, I eventually say "Hey I don't want that gasoline sloshing on me!". girl backs out of garage and I think hey why not kiss her, and I do, and a waking up lucid moment as I make kissing motions on nothing

Then I'm back in the original scene standing over a bed in the living room of the same house and there's a man lying there with blue eyes, crew cut and bright red hair, and we're talking. I realize I'm dreaming again and go outside and try to find my way to a different neighborhood [rest forgotten].

I'm in a bathtub. I'm writing really interesting things on the side of the bathtub with dry erase markers. But every time I raise my hand up to write something else I smudge/erase what I wrote before and this eventually starts frustrating me. I'm naked in the tub, and the tub is in a small enclosure just barely bigger than the tub (room to sit up), it's in an office and there's a window into the tub. I scoot down to the bottom of the tub and estimate that if someone looks in they won't see my (ahem), just barely. But there's a door on the end and they could open it and see me there.

riding in back seat of huge truck (driven by JaEi [VP company "R"]), pat JE on shoulder saying "you're doing a great job driving this thing!" then he drives off some edge and we're in free fall for what seems like 4 seconds, I'm anticipating an unpleasant impact, we hit but we're not destroyed or hurt, I look behind us and see the cliff we just rode down. I'm feeling around my lap for my waist bag and can't find it. I keep searching front and back, and eventually feel it and am relieved.

In room with young man, I'm trying to write on the side of a pen like I was writing on the side of the bathtub earlier, I was telling him about my dream of driving in the cliff-jumping huge truck, and he said, "I was there too, " and I said "You mean that was *real*?" But then I thought back to it and didn't remember there being any girls in the truck and said so. I think he was in a different truck that didn't go off the cliff like we did

+ I'm walking on some street, come to a stop light, waiting for the go indicator, and I see two guys I worked with (AM and Ch. from [company "B"]), and say s.l. "hey the guys from 'B'!").

+ LD #157
I'm in my childhood home living room, it's dark/night, I suspect a dream, then I see an unknown short old man in flowing robes walking quickly towards the front door as if he just came downstairs and I decide (perhaps with nose pinch), yes, lucid dreaming again. I head to the sliding glass door and open it and walk out on to the deck. The night sky is filled with silvery moon-lit clouds. I see some patterns in the sky that look sort of like faces. I just stand there looking up at the sky in awe for several moments. At some point I hear a screech coming from the stairs, I decide to try TOTM advanced (i) and crumple the scene. I hold my arms up to the sky and start making gathering motions, but I feel no physical traction, don't notice anything visually changing, then I decide I really should go investigate what's going on upstairs. I run for the stairs and I take out and ignite my lightsaber, which shows a weak translucent beam that is lighting up the wall in a jumping around pattern as I run up the stairs. Decide no, switch to physical sword, so I "reach for the hilt" and "draw" it expecting it to be there. It's dark and I vaguely see a blade before me, I reach up my right hand and pinch the blade and feel it to verify its presence. I'm with some friend and we run in to my parents bedroom, and my parents are there and my mom and I trade sword blows for a while.

wake, recall, BTS:

later, vague short scenes, in and out of sleep:

+ in a house, strange small creature pets crawling into holes, brightly colored huge grasshoppers/shrimps(?) clustered under the slats on the deck

+ clearing out my room (at music camp?)

+ a guy's criticizing my chess, my moves were strong then suddenly (on move 16?) I started playing poorly, my explanation was that I was late with my wife to a party and so had to offer a draw instead of playing on for the win.

+ see two owls: first one owl (outside childhood home?), then it sees me and it flies to its nest which is in my childhood home garage? I think these owls perhaps ate the little lizard pet from the earlier scene and that's why nobody can find it

+ (f) with ex-gf SB, her face close to mine, kissing her forehead

+ some girls are coming to visit. I had to remove all the centerfolds I had put up inside the cabinets. I hope I did. We're walking through and I open the cabinets carefully and see I did remove them, and feel relief.

This feels like only the beginning of a story arc. I'm going to tell this dream in two parts, the first was a dream from my adolescent journal, the second was from adulthood. I never had much interest at all in samurai and Japanese maritime culture, as I've mentioned in my other journals, and yet this theme keeps returning with vengeance. I'm always sabotaging the plans of aliens I meet as well, benevolent and malevolent alike.

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Dream #1 - May 2008

The beginnings of the dream are blurred. I was running. I don't know why and I don't know where I was going. A few other escapees fled with me. It was important that they didn't see us. I knew it would only be minutes before they appeared. We arrived at the river bank in my home town. Perfect, this was my turf, I knew how to blend in. It was as my friend as me where we should go, when a group of our pursuers appeared from around a corner. One of them was dressed in the armour of a samurai, but I somehow doubted that that's what he truly was. Despite the fact that we were enemies, I couldn't help sensing that we had a mutual understanding of each other. I was worried that could play to my disadvantage, but luckily they did not see us.

The dream shifted and I was a soldier fighting an uphill battle. Neither side was gaining ground and we were both gradually losing troops. We managed to take the school on the hill top which was overlooking the ocean and the enemy's home islands. A flying saucer sat silently nearby. I entered to find a man I knew well. He was one of our enemies and despite claiming that he wanted peace, he was only after victory. He told me that he was going to take any people who wanted to leave to his land where they would have a much better life. I didn't believe him and quickly left.

I walked through the environment until suddenly I realised that the Samurai was behind me. We both drew our swords, prepared to fight, and the battle began. I had trained hard for this but his skills were incredible. He was fast but strong and could predict my moves before I made them. I could barely defend myself from his blows. I decided to use my ability, and suddenly turned invisible. Even though he could not see me, he still managed to block every single one of my attacks all while lecturing me on 'fighting dirty'. I kept up the barrage without success.

It was then that he brought his leg up and attempted to kick me in the stomach. He knew that if I bled I couldn't remain invisible! He kicked at me again and again until eventually I flinched long enough for him to draw his dagger and plunge it into my side. The invisibility fell. I removed the dagger and broke into a run, realising that I couldn't win. I dashed up an embankment, turning invisible again in an attempt to flee.
"So predictable," I heard him say aloud as he followed. I looked down at my hands and realised that the invisibility was no longer working. I reached the top of the embankment and climbed up onto a balcony, hoping he would run past below and I would be able to slip away, but he knew exactly where I was. He stood beneath me and looked up. I expected him to continue his attack, but he stopped, nodded in acknowledgement, and then walked away.

I ran back to the alien saucer and slipped into the control room. The man's plans were the crash the ship into the school with dozens of my own people aboard. I changed its pre-flight path to the enemy island and ran into the cabin to drag my friends off this suicide ship. When I told them what I knew they didn't believe me. I could hear the countdown in the background and they still refused to move, so I pushed them off. I pulled the man into a headlock and leapt off the saucer as it rose into the air and promptly smashed into the island. My people cheered, but in all the confusion, the man had escaped again.

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Remember the Japanese whaling ships from the Temple of Apollo and the small dream-town in Tasmania? It gets relevant.

Dream 2 - November 2015

I was in a darkened building with many others. The dream was hazy and indistinct, and then suddenly I realised that I was in a single room alone and the visuals became very crisp and focused. This whole house was mine. The room was empty, but the moments sitting in silence without distractions fixed my cohesion. I was aware that people may be able to see me through the huge windows. I went to close the blinds, but then changed my mind, and pushed out through the doors. The call to adventure was answered.

I was living opposite the city cemetery. It was night time, but I could see clearly. I wandered the dream world for a while, speaking to my friends and investigating the detailed houses that lined the street. As I wandered, I eventually came to a sunlit park full of people. Some wandered the paths and some sat on the benches, enjoying the beautiful weather.

The dream transitioned while I was here. I found myself on a steep, grassy hillside and knew instantly that I have been moved. I tried to right myself and teleport back, but I could not change location. I looked up towards the top of the bluff. A samurai was waiting for me. I walked up to him, and he turned around in silence, leading me over the crest of the hill. On the cliff-side above us were vast rock paintings left here from a previous civilisation. There were humans mingling with winged bird-like creatures. They reminded me of djinn from Sumerian mythology. I looked around, amazed at the vividness of my surroundings.

The samurai led along the bluff until a small Japanese town came into view. It is nestled along the coast line, a fishing village. There were a few high-rise buildings constructed out of bamboo and light materials. I asked him what one of the buildings was for and he said that it was a place for doctors. I could see people awakening on Japanese-style futons within the rooms, and others receiving massage treatment from practitioners. I did not know much about their culture, but felt blessed to have such an excellent guide. He took me down into the town. We passed by the open doorways of peoples' homes. The townsfolk here were all wary of me. I stopped in the middle of a complex of washing lines, quite content with the idea of living here and becoming a part of the town. Sheets billow in the breeze, suspended all around me. I am introduced to a wise old man, who speaks with the samurai, and a strangely familiar male youth comes out to join us.

The dream fades and changes. One rather mundane dream in between I have omitted. I wish it had all ended there, and not in the way it does. I am on an airport runway, walking back to the terminal. My family is here, but they are like puppets; intangible, not at all right. They don't fit in with the scene. It is more solid than they are. They rush ahead, and then return, changing my direction.
"We're going the wrong way," I say.
"No, no. We are going to get on this plane," they say as a single unit. I start following them, but become so sluggish. Movement is so difficult. I am drained of energy, my feet begin to drag, my speech is slurred. One of the flight assistants opens the tape so I may step past. My family were faders in comparison and I cannot see them now. I try to say something, but I am so groggy, and fall away fatigued. My energy is gone. I have been fooled, but am not even allowed to see the face of my attacker.

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Dream 3 - December 2015

Only a fragment from a larger, hazy dream. My friends invited me to their cabins, but I arrive and realise it was only a gesture and that they weren't really interested in spending time with me. I leave and along my way, I encounter the Samurai again. This dream is not like the others. It is not vivid, and feels more like a normal subconscious dream. A montage plays out. I am male, and have been training with him for many months. I have been wearing heavy armour that he bestowed upon me throughout our training. It looks very fierce, with spikes lining the leg guards and pauldrons. It is impractical and actually inhibits my abilities, but I persist. My talents develop, and when I eventually remove the armour, I am stronger than ever.

I am myself again. We are walking down a street together in silence.
'I am dreaming!' I suddenly think to myself excitedly, but the dream is too hazy and unstable, and it is lost.

I went to bed at midnight and just got out (09:30), though I've been awake for a while longer.

Fragments
» I am enormously pissed off at my mom. I don't recall what the reason is specifically, but I say the most awful things to her.

» I'm with my thesis supervisor. It's a white woman. We're talking about the research that I want to do. She tells me I shouldn't pick such a narrow topic, but keep my options open a bit more. Overall she doesn't seem too enthusiastic about the research proposal for my thesis.

» I've joined my best friend to what seems to be her university. She has her own desk in a big communal office space. She's a student, but I suppose a bit more than a regular student, as this is a privilege which is mostly kept for teachers. I think the idea was for her to work on her thesis. After a while I take her spot and start working on my thesis. I'm thinking about the topic and considering some things.

» I'm a spectator. I see Patrick on his sports motorcycle, performing a jump on some grassy hills in a park or something alike. As soon as he lands, he loses control a little bit, but he manages to regain it. Someone asks him something. Perhaps if he has done it before. It sounds a bit accusing, like a mom would do if you did something dangerous. He claims he didn't.

» I'm at a house party. I'm not sure what happened anymore, but something tells me this would have been an interesting dream if I could recall more. I'm in a living room with a group of people. We're all a bit tipsy/drunk. I may have performed some magic.

» I'm on the beach of what seems a moderately deserted island. I'm with a woman and a kid I think, though I'm not sure. We don't really have anything to eat, so the woman decides it's best if we eat 'airfruit'. At first I think this is just a way of denying that we don't have anything to eat, but somehow some fruit appears from thin air. I think this dream had some details about the airfruit that made it really memorable. I should've written it down earlier though.

Jungle war
I'm on a tropical island that's not all too big. I'm on the side of a militia group. There's also another group on this island, though I haven't seen them. These groups are at war with each other. It's already dark and I'm in the jungle with a few men from the militia group. They are talking about exterminating the other group and conquering the island. Their talk makes me not want to be a part of their group anymore, as I don't like what they stand for. I'm not gonna tell them now though. A mission is about to start to destroy a building of the other group. It's a highrise building surrounded by a moat. A few man use something akin to the grappling hooks and swing back and forth like Spidey. I can't recall how anymore, but a fire starts on one of the upper floors, which seems big enough in size to be able to destroy the building in due time.

Odd adventure
I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is also in the living room. I'm extremely frustrated. There's a crack in my glasses, despite me being so careful with them. In this dream my glasses look like the glasses of Le Corbusier.

Totally not related, but someone feeling as if it's part of the same dream, I'm driving either a bicycle or a moped through a sort of small park. I pass a boy that I seem to know. Perhaps a friend of my little brother.

At some point I'm driving on a road parallel to a highway, definitely on a moped now. I'm on a bridge, but there's a major problem. A part of it has sagged enormously and is actually so low as to be below the waterline. The bridge doesn't appear to be broken though. It's more as if the bridge is insanely flexible. I find it highly inconvenient, as there is no way that my moped's engine is going to survive that much water, but it doesn't occur to me to turn around. I wanted to wait it out, but something has caused me to move forward past the point of no return. Knowing it's not gonna help, I try to go as fast as possible, in the futile hope of using my momentum to get to the other side. I don't think it worked.

Vivid printing
I'm standing near a big printer, the type they have at the university. I don't recall there being anyone else. My document is being printed. It's a document that I have highlighted with a different colour on every page; blue, green, etc. The highlights on the printed document are very vivid, as if I used an actual marker after printing. Some pages have an excessive amount of highlights. There's a page where every single word is highlighted. I try to be quick about it. I don't want someone to catch me while I'm printing with this many highlights. I think my reasoning has to do with excessive use of ink. I try to put the pages in the correct order, but I drop a few. I pick them up and try again. It feels as if the ink is still wet, but there are no smudges anywhere.

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Testing 123

Alcohol: 1.5 oz port before bed.
Alarm @ 0400
Bed @ 2210

Woke @ 0150 due to baby. Took B. No recall (on the tip of my brain ...)
Woke @ 0230. Woke @ 0300.

Defending from shape shifters
I'm in a small house defending myself (and maybe others) from some shape-shifters. I'm in a small hallway facing the front door; the kitchen is to my left. Now I'm squeezing some kind of translucent brown goo I got from the kitchen into the lock to stop them from squeezing through and getting into the house. Now I'm somewhere in an airport doing something similar. A bunch of people are around me. This time it's not going so well - there are too many entry points and I'm not going to be able to save everyone.

Fragment: I'm at "home" trying to find the source of a sound. It seems to be outside. As I'm hunting for it, I step on something sharp.

BTB @ 0330 (killed alarm). Woke @ 0800 (a full two hours after I'd expected to be woken by my wife's alarm)

A trip with Ben
I'm being driven through a city by Ben. We're at a traffic light trying to turn left. We have a green arrow, but other cars keep coming across the intersection. By the time they finish, we've lost the arrow. Now we're in a convenience store looking at a rack of random products. I'm not sure what this next part means ...He says that cars for 2 are always bad, but 3 are OK. Now I'm near the store's exit, where I find a large platter of weird cheap sandwiches. I call attention to them, thinking that they're kind of amusing, but Alex actually likes their look more than I expected. He calls over Bob; but by the time we get there, others have taken them all and alerted the staff that they need to make more. Oh well.

Now I'm with Ben in a house where we'll stay for the night. The house is "homely." It's dark inside with older furniture, but it's well cared for. Stairs in the corner go up to the second floor where the rooms are. The place is run by a kind old woman. She has some long term residents and others, like us, who are just staying the right. There are a lot more people than bathrooms, and I wonder what the bathroom etiquette is. We tell her that we have to go into city tomorrow, and she suggests that we could sell the car for some money. Annoyingly, she says that she could actually solve our problems for us; but that if she started solving people's problems, where would she stop? How would she decide who to help and who not to?


School with Mike
I'm in the girls' room talking with Mike and Chris (over the phone?) about school work. I've been given a transparency and a dry-erase marker and am expected to write a short report/story on it. Unfortunately, there's already some stuff on the sheet, so I'm having to write above / around it. The original writing is in brown; I'm surprised to see that I'm writing in red. I ask if I can type these up in the future and just print on a transparency, but he's a bit old-fashioned and doesn't like the idea. He justifies his dislike by saying that, though most people know who I'm writing about this time, most of my future reports will be on people that no one knows about. I finish my report. It's about something Ben did 20 years ago, carrying <a guy> around while trying to figure out what present to get <the guy>. I hand it back to Mike with some trepidation - he's known to be a fearsome grader - and I'm excited when he writes A+ on it. Now I have a cotton ball stuck to my foot. There's something about a little felt house.


Fragment: I'm walking along a waterfront in a covered walkway. The water is to my right, and a building is to my left. It's a beautiful day. I have to be careful as this is a hostile area and small fights are breaking out all around me.

Not surprised I didn't have great recall, I was so shattered from yesterday.

Dream 1 - Monster Face
I don't really understand this dream.. But there were people who had swollen faces. The shape of their faces were determined by how they had been killed. Usually you buy/hire them since they're hard to create (like a summoned monster in a game or something), yet I managed to create one. I used a thin and short stapler to slam it into the face of the person I was getting revenge against. Over and over I beat him until he died, there were long red marks on his face from where I'd hit him.
I'm quite confused about the order of events in this dream... But the Monster Face that I had created came from the corpse of this dead guy I beat up, and the elongate marks swelled up to form these disgustingly absolutely revolting bubbly protrusions all over his face. I have to hand him in for some reason, and sell him off to the buy/hire store for these monsters. I put down a DVD case which has the monster face stored inside it (like data storage I guess). A man notices the power of my monster face and offers to hire it, though not straight away. He instead wants to wait a month since it isn't good to hire a fresh monster face too soon for some reason.

Dream experience: 4 (vivid)
Dream awareness: 0 (not really aware at all)

Dream 2 - Rugby
Something about rugby, there were rugby players around and some well-known All Blacks.

I tried pretty hard to remember that rugby dream but I just couldn't commit it to memory >_<

I have a distinct memory of having a short lucid, but it was too short to achieve anything in. I think it happened as I was falling asleep and I just kind of slipped into a dream :/

A flying dream. Haven't had one of those in a while.

I'm flying in a overcast sky, with green rolling hills under me. I'm flapping my arms but it feels wrong and clumsy. Slowly it's like my joints move and change, and I feels like my arms turned to wings, and I can feels the movement of the new joints and muscles, I soar up again, lifted by the wind. I reach a house on a bigger hill, with a circonvoluted garden full of nooks and cranies and tiny ponds and waterfalls. It starts raining and I fly inside before my wings turn back to arms. There's friends of mine in there, and I meet up with them. The house is old and musty, strangely elongated with narrow corridor but very high ceiling and windows. We have to swich in light as the outside is dark with the storm. The wooden floor creaks. The rain stops, and we go out to steal something from a bad man. We go inside his tower and climb inside a lift. The bad man sabordage it and it start to fall. I crawl out of it to reach a button that will stop the fall, and as I reach it I tell my friend to jump to cushion the fall. I slam the button and feel the pecuniar sensation in the pit of my stomach that happen when a lift stop suddently, and I'm lifted of the ground for a second. My friends and me run out, fightinh our way through bad guys. I'm carrying a hammer, but my blow are so weak I can't seem to hurt my opponent, and my friends have to save me a couple of time. I reach the bad man owning the place and jump on his back.

Spoiler for stop! hammertime:

I bash is head in with the hammer and his skull crack like a egg. I have to pry the hammerhead out, the bone grinding against itself with sickening sound. I can see inside his head, it's very dark and looks mostly empty, with a strong smell of cold, congelated blood, and a feeling of stickyness.

After that we go in a restaurant and we are served a big roasted turkey. I get some breast, golden crispy skin, juicy with meat over thin ribs bones. I bite through it, bones and all. It's hot, juicy, savory and salty. I have no trouble eating the bones; it had a nice crunch to it and a lot of flavor. The meat itself is melt in your mouth tender.

Morning of November 29, 2015. Sunday.



In the first part of my dream, I am in an unfamiliar city setting. I walk out from an alley with an unknown male. I somehow (based on an implied back story) had previously lifted three sections of sidewalk, boulevard, and parking lot, complete with trees and vines that hang down. We walk under the hovering features, each about the size of one and a half lots. They are hovering about fifteen feet up. In the back of my mind, I am thinking that it is safe to walk under them since a part of me is likely still focused on them.

The main segment of my dream involves a style of dreaming that began when I was very young. In fact, it seems like some sort of continuation (at least on one level) from “Frankenstein Closes the World” from when I was only four years of age (April 9, 1965). It involves part of the setting being “blocked” like a continuous wall preventing access to a certain direction (in this case possibly north). Over time in my dreams, the number and type of “station keepers” changed. One of my first “station keepers” (as I refer to them) was probably the Frankenstein Monster (Boris Karloff version). That is the one that appears here. There are other elements that were more common when I was very young, including even the first part above with the hovering sections of the city (also beginning around age four). However, I actually “feel” about ten or eleven years of age in my dream.

Part of the situation seems borrowed from the original “Dark Shadows” board game I had when very young. It had a set of miniature plastic skeletons and a cardboard coffin. A recurring situation occurs here where “ancient papers” are found and I realize they had, instead, been very recently printed (this may be a play on a dream freshly rendering something implied to otherwise be “ancient”). In this case, there seems to be some sort of challenge to get into a mock mausoleum (though integrated into the high and long wall) but which at first seems like a “door to Satan”. Even this part stems from when I was very young. The other male, who seems to be interested in some sort of “contest” seems very wary about going up to the “door to Satan”, though in front of the door, there is something related to the contest or a rare potential discovery. I seem to remember that Satan does not exist and decide it is probably an archetype of the subconscious that we will be facing. I then remember that the subconscious does not exist as popularly defined (only different levels of awareness, both internal and external, including the supraconscious and the Source) and feel oblivious to any concerns the other male may have (even though I am not lucid).

As such, I go up to the wall with the recess (or short hallway) and a section of the wall comes out like a drawer, at ground level (this may be a play on post office associations, or a PO drawer since “I hug PO Virgo” is directly encoded in my full name and also the date of the original dream version was on my wedding anniversary years before it became as such). It has a coffin which is about one-quarter the size of an adult coffin. I open it, expecting to find macabre remains of some kind, and there are miniature “real” skeletons, one of a girl in fetal position with long white hair and only about five inches high. There are also a couple cartoon-like (unrealistic) skulls as well as some random debris and cobweb. It still seems somewhat “ancient”, but as mentioned earlier, the “ancient parchments” look freshly printed. This and another dream of this date had precognitive facets related to a false pregnancy (pseudocyesis) - which explains the miniature skeletal girl in the fetal position. Frankenstein, on the other hand (on one level), has become a symbol for normal people in mainstream society in relationship to pop culture, the media, and authority; lumbering and unintelligent.

Finally, I open the “door to Satan” and behind it is an extension of the hallway recess of the wall. Boris Karloff’s Frankenstein monster appears, walking mummy-like. He goes after the other male, but it is rather amusing. Both of them move slowly, somewhat like a slowed-down “Keystone Cops” event (also often written as “Keystone Kops”). I decide to see what is farther down the hallway, but the other male comes back around, moving in an arc around the left side of the wall and coming back from the other direction, with the horror movie monster in pursuit but not threatening me, just in the way. I avoid colliding with the stumbling creature and watch the “chase” passively.

[Notes]:
- So the first half of this takes place in my normal sleep, and the second after having tried WBTB for the first time.
- I can't be sure of the order of events in the first half, but I can in the second.

[Dream begins]:
I'm on this course out in the woods in the mountains. We're all practicing archery drills. See picture below. You shoot at a target, run to the target, and shoot the next one in a square path. I eventually finish up with a few and I go and hang out at the chillout spot, which was an open flat area that jutted out of the mountain we were on, so we could see all the other mountains. I talked with some people here; possibly AW?
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Note: Throughout the dream I had been getting closer and friendlier with this AW, initials for a person I know. Now, in the dream it was a slightly different version of her, but it was still her.

I'm waiting for the morning bus, and it seems to be running late. I head up the hill towards where it should come from, and a couple things fly by... I think one of them was a hang glider. Eventually the bus comes over and I go and hop on (the middle line lunch lady is driving).

So I'm talking with AW. It turns out we both have to get out of school for some reason (dentist's appointment?) and be on the interstate (actually 13). Eventually I get out of school and hit the road with someone. It's raining really hard as we go eastbound, and we take a look at the toll booths as we go by. They had windshield wipers on them that were flapping vigorously so the booth people could see what the driver was doing. Eventually we're on our way back and we see each other in the road.

Suddenly, I'm at this abandoned industrial building with the rest of school, and suddenly we're all told to move into the building by Darth Vader and the emperor. A ton of troops surround us and direct us into the building. As I'm going up with WC, I'm holding a blaster and take a look out the window, thinking they were going to shoot me. They didn't. I lose the rifle and keep going up. Eventually I meet with S (and AH?) and we talk for a bit. SH is slapping his mom on the butt and she's slapping him on the abs and vice versa, telling each other how nice their butts and abs are... then SH tells her that it's the nicest part of her and goes back into the building. She goes and talks with us, and says "I'm not perfect?"

[Wake up.]

Note: At this point, I woke up in a natural awakening at ~7:45AM. I figured I'd try doing some WBTB since I figured I might still be able to have a dream. I logged the previous dream, then decided to go back to sleep with lucid dreams and goals in mind. For probably fifteen minutes straight I kept on waking up from discovering I was in HI dreamlets. Hopefully I can figure out how to get past this. Eventually, I had the following dream.

[Dream begins]:
Dad and I were going somewhere. I get in the SUV. Sweetie jumps up on the (other) SUV and I tell her to get off, then dad comes over and tosses her off, but she lands on the Leaf. Dad gets in with me and we start to drive away. She follows us down. I look back, and she's waving to us! She trots down by the creek pines and lays down and keeps doing it. Then I realize that it was a peacock making it look like she was doing that. We drive up the hill and dad says "Yep, she's a good dog". Then I thought about peacock feathers for a little bit (and a bundle of them).

I found myself in a mansion. I walk around for a bit and I find J from MPC chillin' in a closet. His mom is in the living room. I look at him and say, "Hey man, what's up?" He doesn't register me, and just keeps looking off into the distance. His mom scolds him lightly for being so rude to a visitor, and he acknowledged me. He pulls out two DVD's: one is Star Wars and the other is Star Trek. He says "Hey, at the next MPC meet we're gonna watch these." I look at him and his mom questioningly, and say "Yeah.... I don't think so..."

[Wake up.]

I am at a friend's party, lots of successful and fancy, hipstery people are there in her large, wooden house, we are in the attic room, it is wooden and shadowy. I don' really have much in common with all the jocks and women dressed in very nice clothes. I ask if I can have some of my friends come over as well, they are geekier but I'd have someone to talk to. I vouch for them and she lets them come. I also see my sister there and I feel a bit more relaxed.

I'm talking to one of my geeky friends. He mentions how mean and horrible the people in the party have been to him over the years. Although everyone is an adult now, the direct harassment has now turned into a cold condescension, I feel for my friend. A big event is about to happen, people get into a circle as some kind of speech is going to be given. Right as one of the mean, good looking and condescending jocks is going to speak my geeky friend tackles him to the floor and pandemonium breaks out, people are all over the place tearing things apart.

My hipstery friend who knows the host says this is horrible, really bad, the jock was being interviewed on live TV, now it is ruined, there is no way to fix this. He doesn't right out blame me for vouching for him, but I sense the tension. Secretly I don't feel bad at all for what happened. The jock got what was coming to him. This is karma.

A new scene, we are in a school gym hall, a new party, the lights are very dim and atmospheric. My hipstery friend's girlfriend comes up to me by a table, I ask what's up. She says things are well. My hipstery friend is collecting money for the damages that happened in the party before, the house was wrecked. I feel a pang of guilt and panic. Why did I even go to that stupid party in the first place? I wake up relieved.

Vague dreams throughout the night, no recall.

In the last dream I was in a car going through an old city like Stockholm in the back seat. To mmy left I see my friend who I met by chance yesterday on the bus. We talk a little bit. As if (our?) parents are in the front driving the car. I hear yelling, a girl cries out for help. My sister (who is a completely different person and looks totally different) is not in the car. The parents swerve around and try to find out where the yelling is coming from. I get out of the car and start running, as if I can make it faster on foot.

I hear her as the car passes me, I can begin pinpointing the sound. I find her in a bus, men in uniforms sit as she yells, apathetic, they look like law enforcement. As the bus tries to pull away from the curb I stand in front of it and start tearing away the mirrors and wipers, trying to start a confrontation.

I turn around and see a committee, men in suits and women dressed very professionally. I demand to speak with my sister, I ask what she she being charged with. They are stonewalled and silent. This infuriates me. I have to stay in front of the bus so it doesn't start driving off. In my desperation I begin to try to intimidate all of them, I stare into their eyes intentionally, saying I will go after their children, after them, if they don't let me talk to my sister and ask how she is doing. Just let me talk to her so she can tell me what she is being accused of. Silence is my answer.

I drop to my knees defeated and lyrics pass through my head, I see them stream before me. Life in black America.

I went to bed around 01:00. Couldn't fall asleep for a long while. I woke up around 09:00 and started typing this some 15 minutes later.

Dragonball
I'm a spectator. There's some Dragonball stuff going on. There's an enemy which needs to be defeated *duh*, though the situation doesn't feel tense. Goku and Vegeta are taking care of it. They fusion and I think they form Gogeta. Somehow there's still another Goku left. He seems a bit retarded. An explanation comes from somewhere that having Goku multiply and then fusion really stretches his capabilities.. so this Goku is pretty much useless. From somewhere in the distance some other characters can be heard. It's about the necessity of someone reproducing with someone else because that kid is gonna be important for this battle. I think it might be Piccolo who said that. A girl protests, saying that the couple should be allowed to fall in love first, or something along those lines. She also mentions that Piccolo doesn't have to worry anytime soon about getting similar responsibilities. I'm just wondering how long this battle will drag on if they have to wait for a baby to be born first.

Shower
I'm in the kitchen in my student house. I turn around and see that there's a second fridge in the kitchen. It's standing in front of the stove. It looks new and hasn't been connected yet. I open it for a moment to have a peek. Nice. Must be Karen's. I also notice that the kitchen is somewhat cleaner. Lianne has cleaned up half the mess she left on the counter. I walk to my room. I consider offering Karen €5 so that I can use her fridge as well. I also want to borrow her vacuum cleaner again.

In my room I dress down until my boxershort. I notice that my door is still wide open. Ah no big deal. I'm standing in a spot where you can't really see me. I close my light coloured curtains. It takes quite some effort. It gets stuck a bit and at some point I'm afraid that the railing will fall down. I manage to do it though. I take something with me. I think my white shirt with green stripes. I walk out of my room. Shaun and Lianne are standing in the hallway talking about something. I walk past and say hi. Shaun says hi back and Lianne just ignores me. Bitch.

I'm in the shower. It's very spacious and looks more like a garage than a shower. Something odd strikes me, but I can't immediately put my finger on it. I see that there are two other doors to the shower. One of them seems looked, but another one is wide open. I take a look. It's another shower room. This one must be Krijn's, as it's adjacent to his room. I guess I was wrong, he does have his own shower. I recall misinforming Bart about it. I lock the door from my side so he won't come in while I'm showering. I turn on the shower and let the water flow for a while so it can heat up while I undress. I pull my shirt over my head. Somehow I know that the water is almost instantly hot. Normally I let it run for a while first though, cause it takes a while.

I think I was getting close to becoming lucid. I noticed quite a bit of odd things in the shower.

Singing contest
In that same shower area (which looks like a garage), I'm now just a spectator. My girlfriend is there with a guy who is apparently a famous Indonesian singer. He has applied some light blue make up around his eyes. It's a whole big stripe. He seems like a weirdo. There's someone else, I think a girl. My girlfriend is singing (with a mic I think). It's some sort of contest. She's wearing a cheerleader type of outfit, just for the show. In the end she doesn't win. The famous singer says some things to her. I don't understand it at all. I assume that they're talking in Indonesian and I assume that I can't understand because this is tv and they simply talk too fast for me. The only word I really hear is the French 'vous'. She didn't win. She's not sad though. Then some effects occur, a couple of fade to/from black.

Haven't written here for ages - gave up for a while!

I played an online adventure game last night and thought maybe this will give me a lucid dream, and was thinking about it as I fell asleep.

Very poor recall but I remember suddenly thinking I'm dreaming! Strangely I didn't get too excited about that and I thought about doing a reality check but knew I was dreaming and there were lots of people chasing after me so I thought I had better fly away first and do that later - I flew up into the sky and kept flying because the people were flying after me, I think it then turned into a normal dream. The level of lucidity was not good and I can't remember much more about it.

Other dreams: I was seeing a patient with another doctor, then I remember talking to a receptionist to book him in for a test, then I was drinking a cup of tea with the patient and I realised I had put some valium in the tea and I suddenly started feeling very drowsy.