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I remember I was doing my WILD technique, when suddenly I found myself in my bedroom at my dad's house, sleeping in my sister's bed. Sam called my name. She sounded close. I grunted in reply, because I was "asleep," doing my WILD attempt. She threw something at me on the bed. I opened my eyes and looked at it. It was her phone. A message was open on it that was a conversation between her, my mom, and some guy that wanted a dog [that we didn't have]. I read the messages for a moment, then I found myself back doing my WILD attempt again, in my bed at my mom's house (where I started). A couple seconds passed. I realized where I had just "been."

'Dang, I was just dreaming.' I thought.

About a minute passed. I could feel slight vibrations in my body, and, now that I think about it, I didn't really feel anything at all. I almost felt "wide awake."

I heard thunder roll outside my window, and rain began to pick up. I wondered what time it was. Then I heard my sister and my brother come into my room. They were talking about the storm, "It's starting again." I heard my sister say. I wondered why they were in my room, but my main curiosity was about the thunder and rain. Were we under a thunderstorm or tornado warning? I decided to call this WILD attempt a bust. I sat up, and RCed just in case. I almost knew it before I even did the RC. Sure enough, I was in a false awakening. I tried to control my emotions and actions, but they had already begun to take over me, and I started to rush like I normally do in my lucid dreams. I was ripping my sleep mask off and getting off my slightly larger bed before I told myself that I need to stabilize and remember where I am. I stopped myself moving with MUCH difficulty. I was excited. I could see a little bit of white light coming through my window.

"Okay," I said out loud, to myself. I closed my eyes (which was probably a mistake) for a second, then opened them again. "You are in a dream right now. You can do anything..." But before I could finish grounding myself, the desires of myself started to take over. I walked over to my bedside table and tried to turn on my lamp. But of course it didn't work. I almost told it to light itself, but something else occured to me. I realized I was halfway hunched over, staring at a stuffed animal on my bed. It had a frightened look. I realized what was making me hunched over was my hair. It weighed a good 10 pounds on top of my head, and was all in front of my face. I tried to move it out of the way, but it would barely budge.

So I said, "Hair, UP!" Suddenly, my hair began twisting around to the back of my head. I felt around for my hair. Sure enough, it was "up", like the direction. I don't know what was holding it up. And then I added, "like in a ponytail..." Then, my hair began twisting itself all around and formed its own crude ponytail holder. It felt a little loose and I could see that it was bumpy in my mirror that was now very close to my bed. I then said, "Erase bumps." But I didn't get to see what would happen, because, before I knew it, I was back in RL, in my bed, still doing my WILD attempt. My chest felt hot. My heart was pounding. 'This can't be good to feel.' I thought. I tried to stabilize my breathing and focus on the lucid dream I had just exited. But, to no avail. I decided I should probably get up and record the dream, anyway.

He Found His Darkness In Me
I take something out of microwave and notice that something has exploded. There's shit everywhere inside it, sticking to the roof and sides of microwave. I let Kayley know what has happened.

I'm at my old house in the backyard. Theres a snake on the ground. Some guy climbs the tree and kills a snake, and then hangs it from a branch. I thought the food that exploded was up in the tree. I see a Komodo Dragon inside a bag up in the tree. It breaks through the bag and attacks a snake that's lurking around in the tree. The Dragon comes down after me. I try and scare it away by hitting it. I quickly get to higher ground by climbing half way up the fence. I tell Kayley who is in the distance, near the gate, to get away somehow. I think I suggest to her to climb the fence. The fences are broken, there not in good shape. The dragon turns into a large ferret looking thing. I start patting it and being friendly to it. It seems to be changing its way towards. It's being nice towards me now. I put my hands in its mouth and let it bite me in a friendly way. I'm a bit wary doing so, just incase it turns on me. I see a scene of the ferret evolve from light/energy into a ferret. I have a feeling come to me, that the ferret was trying to find its darkness, which is me. It loves me, I can feel it's love.

I'm laying down in bed with a girl, that's supposedly my partner. She pats the ferret, but she's a little timid towards it. She tells me that I don't talk to her the way I talk to the ferret. I jokingly tell her that I was talking to her not the ferret. She puts my hand on my dick and it arouses me. I feel ashamed as my penis feels really small.

Golf Ball Retriever
I was In a narrow area and kids were hitting golf balls towards me. I was trying to catch them. They went over my head. I run to get them. They yell something. I put my hands up while running cause I feel they're mocking me. I come back with ball. I talking to them from a lil distance and they're ignoring me. They look like Taliban soldiers. I start to get angry and raise voice. They finally respond. I throw them the golf ball later.
I'm up some stairs and Bryce Gibbs wants to know if he can show his mates in the kitchen. I go and ask the coach. He said give it 4 Mins. I go up to Bryce and tell him. I start getting ready to open the roller door for him.

It was dark, cold winter night. Street lamps gave only dim and weak light. I left a tall building where people were gathered, there was probably a party. I moved through the darkness, walking down some kind of stairs and leaving roadsign that I couldn't read for some reason.

I finally reached road that is better lit, and stood near a building with walls covered with brown plates. There was a plaque with 9-13 carved on it. I thought if this is the right place, or should I got somewhere else. I decided to cross the road. I heard a couple walking through park, laughing. I thought "Wait, I should go back to the plaque."

I went back, and looked at it again. Still 9-13. I looked for the door, and found it in darkness, and moved up the dark stairwell. I finally found my room, and entered it. This was the only well lit place. I saw that I live with three another dudes, two of them I can't quite recall. The third one had short dark hair, gray sweatshirt and jeans trousers.

I sat down on a sofa, and then someone entered the room. It was a man in his late forties. He asked us if we have a TV, which we replied that don't. He said that if we want to watch TV, we should go to local meeting hall.

7/15/15
Went to bed at 10:30, wife woke me up at 11:30 going to bed, woke up at 5:00 naturally, dozed until 6:30.

Strange thing - right as I was about to get up at 6:30, I was convinced that I did not remember any dreams. I laid there for a bit, thinking, and then it came back to me in a rush. I had a whole bunch of dreams in that last 90 minutes.

In my dream, I was on some sort of boat with L (daughter, 8), and I was helping her fish. The boat was rather large, and we were on some sort of deck that hung off the back, right at water level. The deck was bare wood slats, and the structure of the boat went over us to kind of create a garage for smaller boats to “park” in. I say park, because all of the small boats that were parked in there were actually floating in water as if they were moored in place, but they were traveling with the boat. The boats all looked like cars. You could see out into the ocean through the back door.

L had a rather large fishing pole, and she was sitting to my right fishing. The boat was moving at a slow pace through some sort of bayou, rivery area. NOTE: This bayou river area is a dream sign for me. I have been to that particular place before in my dreams, and I need to remember it.

Every once in a while, she would hook into a rather large fish, and start cranking it up. I would cheer for her: “catch that fish!”, but right before she would get it up, the fish would break the line. L decided that she needed an even bigger pole, so she turned around and exchanged her pole for one that I thought was WAY too big for her, but she seemed to handle it ok. It was at least twice as tall as her, and thick as a pool cue.

L needed me to bait the hook for her, so I grabbed a bait fish and the hook. The bait was about 12” long, and it was some sort of panfish. It was longer than it was tall, but not by much. It had scales that were gold and brown, with black speckled in. It had a very small mouth.

The hook was really weird. It almost looked like a folding knife that was stuck halfway open. The handle end hooked onto the fishing line, and the blade end was serrated, and hooked into the bait. I really struggled getting the bait onto it, and I distinctly remember thinking that it was a really strange hook.

Eventually, I got the bait on the hook and got L’s line into the water. Pretty soon, she hooked into something huge, and started cranking it up. I was cheering for her, and she was cranking it in like a champ, but right before it came to the surface again, it slipped the hook and got away. Lily decided that she was done fishing, and the boat stopped.

We got off the boat, and it was at a BEAUTIFUL ocean beach. We walked along the beach for a little bit, enjoying the sun. The weird thing was, the beach was just a series of tide pools, just little puddles in the sand. It did not go out and deep. I woke up briefly after that.

I dozed back off, and had a short dream about trying to fix a sprinkler head with Todd from work. Weird thing is, neither he nor I have automatic sprinklers, or really have any reason to want to fix one (other than general stubbornness.) The entire top of the sprinkler had snapped off, and water was shooting up in a stream directly into the air. We had decided between the two of us that the only way to fix it was to take a paper cup, cut a strip out of one side, and jam the thing onto the sprinkler upside-down. Of course it would not stay put, so we kept having to put it back on. We were getting soaking wet, but generally having a good laugh about it when I woke up.

Took 5-htp the last few nights, having intense dreams but very little recall, and waking tired... Seems to have the opposite effect for me, will continue a few more days to see...
Anyhoo, yesterday my three fragments were: running into an old friend at his gallery opening, sex dream, and a war drama.
This am I was too tired to be bothered to roll over and write anything down.

7/14/15
Went to bed at 11:30, woke up at 5:00 to alarm. Remembered nothing,

Probably a combination of being too tired (I ran 6 miles yesterday), and too little sleep. I will have to try to get to bed earlier.

A star wars style title crawl. Except it was called Dode Dores or something with a lot of 'd's. I couldn't read any of the text underneath it because it was in another language.


They had decided to release another season of the original Teen Titans series. I was watching first episode in it. In it the evil magician guy (I don't remember his name, and I'm not enough of a nerd to look it up.) discovers this evil magic to change peoples sexes. He changes Starfire into a guy and robin dumps her and she doesn't understand why.

He then changed Beast Boy into Beast Bebe and he became this really sexualized character and Cyborg fell in love with him. So much to the point that he started fighting on the bad side trying to get the magician to keep BB the way he was.

But eventually the magician leaves and the magic wears off. Starfire is alone crying in space sitting on a little asteroid.

Uhm if by random chance, any of the writers of the show happen to read the dream, make this an episode. This is clearly very high quality material we are dealing with.


I was walking around my neighborhood. Typical dream foggy weather. I had some problems with thinking I was in reality here because I remember thinking about how it was early morning I had to get home so I could drive into town. It was Wednesday and I had to teach Taekwondo. (Something I have to do in real life.)

I met some guy who gave me a double chocolate muffin and a cup of black tea for free. This used to always used to be my breakfast back when I was living at college and it tasted eerily similar. I don't normally get that much dream food, but when I do, its usually pretty good.

I remember coming up to this house. I knew this kid from school but he wasn't really that nice. He was sitting at a card table in front of his garage. He said he was collecting recyclables for some charity and anything would help. I gave him my muffin paper and paper tea cup. But while I was doing that his little sister went under the table and tied my shoes together.

Spoiler for Profanity (Sort of...):

"Oh, you son of a dick-"

'son of a dick'... hmm...

"-Doing that to me while I'm not lucid! That's just not fair!"

I went backwards and asked myself why I had said that I wasn't lucid and got confused for a second. I then realized that I had said lucid because I was dreaming and actually became lucid. (seriously WTF) I woke up a few moments later.

I was watching a rocket starting, and flying hight into the outerspace. Then my sight followed the rocket and I was watching the solar system, planets and tiniest atoms in there. All of this while listening to someone talking about Pluto, who discovered it and why it's not fully classified as planet. Then I was lying in my bed, looking at the sky and thinking that I should get there one day.

Morning of July 15, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in a building in a public place with Zsuzsanna (in an unknown town and unfamiliar location), possibly a train station, sitting on what is somewhat like a long wooden chest though meant to be a bench near the center of the room. She is on my left. Along comes Werner Klemperer (March 22, 1920-December 6, 2000, as from “Hogan’s Heroes”, though in a formal suit rather than in costume), seeming cheerful and cordial as he sits down on Zsuzsanna’s left.

I am not surprised at all for some reason. I move forward (not standing up) and with some difficulty, try to shake his right hand with my left hand, which results in a bit of difficulty. He does not seem sure how to hold his arm in this situation and for a moment, it seems as if our hands are reversed or at least turned sideways (for example, the back of my hand facing out and forward, thumb down). Even though it is quite awkward making at least three attempts at a “normal” handshake, there is no residual embarrassment. He moves out farther but does not stand either.

Zsuzsanna and I talk to him a bit about what he thinks of the “Lost” television series (which began in 2004), which makes no logical (or interpretable) sense due to him having died before the first episode ever aired. This seems vaguely familiar in conscious afterthought as if there was a very similar scenario in a dream of a few years ago (regarding two or three large televisions being in the same setting). However, this is one of only a few dreams that ever had him as a character, the last one possibly being in 1978 (though I did not do a full scan as it takes some time) - though all other instances regard his Colonel Klink character and persona, I think.

There is not much after this. He does not seem to be too decisive about “Lost” either way. The meeting seems vivid and otherwise realistic for what it is.

In another highly illogical dream scene, I am trying to stop dogs from coming onto the porch in an alternate version of our last home on Barolin Street, though the windows are actually mostly closed anyway (and are sash windows rather than the jalousie windows as they were in reality). I am forcefully slapping a pillow against the closed window, to make a particular dog back away from it. There are at least three dogs though which are not that aggressive. One does grab the end of the pillowcase in his mouth for a short time, as the window then seems about one inch open. Nothing that stressful ensues and no dogs get in.

I have read about people being nude in their dreams... in my dream i am with one of my exes and she is naked and she was standing somewhere...

Point Leo's Oversized Creatures
I'm at a beach surfing and I think it's similar to point Leo. There's quite a few people at the spot. I don't feel very comfortable surfing. I see one guy catch a smallish wave in an odd way. He's board is flipped side ways and he's locked his legs on both sides of his board. It was a blue board and pretty big.
As I get out I can see that the waves have gotten bigger and more disfigured. The water looks pretty clear to the point where I can see a huge dolphin coming towards the surface. I think Toledo was surfing and someone fully dropped in on him. In a way it was lucky because there was a huge shark that popped it's head out. The shark and dolphin were unrealistic in size. They were the size of a few whales combined.

Someone tells me that the Sharks come around this time for a feed.

Later on I come back down to the water and notice another area for surfing. It's extremely flat with people out there. It's in a area that has a man made entry point made of concrete. It's not the biggest gap either. I see the tide moving back in because there's a lot of white wash coming through with surfers on it. On either side of the water was food restaurants, it looks pretty crazy.
As the water gets closer, I start to think I should move due to getting washed away. I think I had something in my hands also.

Could Have Been Your Brother In Law
I'm in Daryl's old house, sitting in the lounge. A younger guy that I'm friends with in the dream is on the computer. I see some photos that he's flicking through. One of the photos was of his sister Natasha. I tell him that I could have been his brother in law. I had to corrected myself, because I was going to say brother. He doesn't know what I'm talking about. I tell him I used to date his sister. He calls her up and tells his sister something about me. By the sounds of things, she seems a bit keen and is willing to give me a chance. She tells him that I could get a job at a certain place. He hands me phone but I feel put on the spot and don't know what to say. I'm silent and hand the phone back, whispering quietly, hoping Natasha would think maybe I wasn't around. The guy finds this humorous.

I'm now in a place that is like a nursing home. At some point something happens where I tell my wife I'm not getting my health checked today. I think we're an old couple. I have a bit of poo on a spoon. I think it was going to be tested to see if I still have cancer. I flush it down the toilet. I don't have cancer anymore.

I'm myself again and I'm with someone. The guy I'm with walks up to a closed door that had Jon Jones inside. The guy jokes and says it's Chael Sonnen to Jon Jones. Jon doesn't answer the door, but I think I could hear movement inside. Not too long I do the same thing. I accidentally say it's Chael Sonnon, instead of my own name. I hear movement again and quickly get away before he answers it. I wouldn't have felt too good explaining why I said it was Chael at the door.

I'm in my street and I walk up to a car with people I know. The car is like olden style. Maybe 80's. The driver was the Asian from Harold and Kumor the movie, and one of the passengers was Gunnar Nelson.

First dream: I'm out dressed up as a grizzly bear out in my backyard chasing after a male attempting to tackle him with my weight. He runs and screams until we run out in to the front yard where I nearly got a grasp of him but he slips away and we both end up in the backyard again. Unfortunately, this time he gets help from another grizzly bear who happens to play the role of a mother. While watching these two pair up, I'm up on top of the roof of the garage deciding whether or not to brawl with this heavy beast.

As it's climbing up the roof, I start to lose interest in this conflict and run away from the mother bear. I climb up as fast as I could to the next higher level of roofing and right as soon as the mother bear reaches the roof, I charge towards the edge of the roof and start flying off in to the depths of the dark narrow street I live on. I flew faster and faster, enough to get me out of the zone of danger. I was afraid. Not only afraid of the mother bear but the darkness accumulating the whole street I flew in to.

As I flew with great ferocity in to the dark, narrow street, I noticed a light at the end of the street. A home. This home was the end of the street - a source of open peace. Once I reached the end of this street, I would escape from the evils lying within it. Instead, I got the opposite of that. After flying for a while, I noticed an eerie looking abandoned home standing right next to the street. Bad experiences came of it whenever I visited it in previous dreams. I decided to go ahead and look what's inside it anyways in hopes that something different would happen.

I walked in to the dark residence and slowly crept up inside the the interior of the building. What I heard was a few people engaging in a quiet conversation in the middle room of the home. It was a discreet conversation, so whatever they were talking about wasn't supposed to be heard by outsiders. I walked past the small the room and the first thing I noticed was its large size and open spaces. I was scared up to the point when I saw how dark it was in the areas surrounding it. I slowly walked out of the home unnoticed.

Second Dream: There was a school somewhere inside a huge open field of grass. I was walking alongside my classmates figuring out where our next destination would be. On our way, I saw several crowds of people walking from class to class(unusual for me) and many of them were waiting outside entrances of unique classrooms. For example, one of the classrooms presented a small zoo where the students could learn about the species living in them. I look in to this one for a while because I thought it was curious. After a while, it was finally time to go back to finding our unknown point of interest. I followed both of my friends through the halls of the crowded school in to the school on to the entrance of the school office and confronted the principal for help. This is where we discovered a secret fear underlying the school's boundaries. What was it? I'm not sure. The principal stood and gave us a motionless stare and knew something was out to get us if we didn't leave the campus on time.

All three of us quickly jumped down on to the stairs of the school to what was a large scene of green mountains surrounding the entire school. My friends and I transformed ourselves in to creatures. Dinosaurs. Raptors, I think. We all moved ran through the open plains at great speeds. We still had the minds of a human which meant that we knew a lot more than the Raptor's do. However, there were other raptors as well.

We eventually ran in to what seemed to be nearing the edge of a really tall cliff. The leader, one of my friends, told us to get down on the ground and turn on our night vision. Both of my friends rested down in to the grass but I had a little trouble doing so. There were upcoming enemy raptors walking ahead of us. I tried to lay down but I couldn't. It wasn't until one of the enemy raptors came up near us when I finally had the power to bury myself in to the ground. But that was when I accidentally moved my body and alerted the raptor walking right past me. It roared. Me and my other two friends quickly got up from the ground and ran off to the edge of the cliff. I ran right behind the leader and my other friend besides me. The raptor behind us roared out and was about ready to eat us. Our leader jumped off of the cliff, over what seemed to be a river, in to the small village right next to it. He made it safety to the ground. When I jumped, however, I fell off and was hurled down in to the flowing river. The friend besides me followed.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I go to the subway. A dog goes inside the subway station to and I talk to him. He is homeless and just wants to find a shelter to have some rest. I wish him all the best, totally fine about having had a conversation with a dog.
I buy a ticket, but instead of going to a normal train to somewhere, I get an entrance ticket to some kind of surreal game. in the underground tunnels, which now I realize are not the subway any more.
More people are joining the game. We enter an atrium where we find a kind of tomb of a king. From it arises a ghost and he tells us we're going to have to face the truths about this place and solve its mysteries, no matter how scary it may become. Then he disappears and we all go in different directions.
On my path I encounter what appears to be a madhouse full of demonic ghosts. I realize I have to go across them, so I remind myself they are not real and I pass through them as if they are fog. At the end of this path I receive revelations about the ins and outs of the world and the people and I am offered to experience all kinds of sensual delights, but I only feel disgust and sadness that others are so blind to the truth by it.

In the dream my father had just died and now me and my mother were living alone. We were talking about moving into a smaller house and getting rid of a lot of our stuff. (IRL, my dad has held on to a lot of junk. Things like my old toys from when I was a kid and old TVs and computers that don't work too well anymore.

We somehow got in this reality TV show called 'Re-arranged' where these people would come into your house and re-arrange all the furniture and make a mess and then film the reactions. It was a pretty stupid idea if you ask me.

I remember they moved all of the furniture in my bedroom into the middle of my room. My dresser, that has my quartz crystal on it now had a big pile of crystals on it in all different colors. This was something that I remembered the show doing that they would leave you extra things to make up for the inconvenience they caused moving all of the furniture around. This seemed kind of counter-productive to the way that we were trying to get rid of things in the house, though.

The one thing they hadn't moved was my desk. I decided that I wanted to get on my computer to play Kerbal Space Program. But when I booted it up and signed in I saw that all of my files had been moved around too. They had uninstalled all my mods and now my save file was corrupted. I looked around and saw that all of my digital art was messed up too. I wondered how they figured out my password on my laptop. I was so mad I tried to scream:

Spoiler for Language:

I'm going to fucking kill all of these people!!!

But nothing came out of my mouth. I then became lucid and woke up a moment later.

Dang layer 1's.

I was in the woods with my dad (very much still alive in this dreams' timeline), cousins and some other family members. We were building a fort out of sticks to prepare for either an attack from an evil government militia, a zombie apocalypse or both. I can't remember.

I just remember that the fort was in a gully and we put these big branches standing upright to build the frame, then putting smaller sticks horizontally. We needed a lot of medium and smaller sized sticks to make the wall and I was helping to gather them up.

At some point the fort morphed from a lame kids' stick fort to this actually rather epic fortification. The fort was made of huge timbers and had three story towers with cannons on top. The fort was built on the side of a lake now. (Or there could have been a lake before that I just didn't see because of the trees.) It looked like a castle but made entirely out of wood.

I think me or my friend S pointed out that if somebody set the fort on fire we would be in big trouble.

Edit:

I also had a dream that I had revived my old comic series, Kyle and Gary. I was working on the next comic in the series that I had planned to do.

Had a lucid dream where i was flying around with Eye. There were non lucid dreams too but i don't even remember what happened now.