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I recall only brief moments of a campfire.

Morning of May 3, 2015. Sunday.



I had gone to a website in real life (one I use on a day to day basis in K12 education but associated mainly with Australian curricula) to get the template (a “gladiator helmet”) of a craft I had planned for my youngest son. When the page loaded however, it was solely a hacking message supposedly by a religious fundamentalist group who had “replaced” the entire website, talking about Jihad. Obviously, I quickly decided that this “hacked page” was actually not done by a religious group at all (or even adults), but very likely immature ten to twelve-year-olds with no actual religious goal - just an attempt to pointlessly annoy people. (After all, what sort of adult would brag about hijacking a commercial website for children’s educational resources including Kindergarten crafts - pathetic.) Only a few hours later, the entire real website (and all of its thousands of pages) was back up with no indication of the so-called prior hack. No publicity resulted at all to my knowledge, though I did not bother to research the event.

At any rate, in my dream, instead of the fake “Jihad group”, it was gladiators that took over the website. In the lower left-hand corner I see a photograph of a supposed gladiator looking menacingly out at the viewer. I reason that the gladiator helmet template is probably still available as such in this case, and in fact, it is the primary link on the top of the page. I wake up with a sort of feel-good subtle sensation of having laughed for a long time.

3rd of May 2015
I found myself at a indoor trance party, where a brown bag was missing. The decor that was inside the bag was present, although the actual bag seemed to be gone. As the set crew looked a intoxicated friend and I danced like hooligans oblivious and fooled around, throwing coins at the crowed that sat at the back of the dancefloor.
I drank a Maca smoothie and offered some to a airy fairy chatty Sherri while Ryno watched and turned down the offer for the same.

Eventually I looked in my bag and found the brown bag which everyone was looking for. Many where angry at me,a few appeared to be teachers, but it seemed i didn't give a fuck.

3rd May 2015
My girlfriend and I sat in a corner booth of a restaurant about to order a meal.The lighting was dim and sepia like, slightly romantic. Two guys,one being a Indian comedian, approached us and sat down. He then gave my girlfriend a flower and a pink box of dark chocolate with her name on it. I laughed inside thinking that he was about to get blown of while his white cronie stood and watched.To my surprise my girlfriend giggled and began to entertain his antics.
The green eyed monster,jealousy, immediately took hold but I somehow managed to control myself and walk away. Looking back at them made me nauseous, with him and here chatting and flirting.

I was working in the shop packing the shelves when an old man walked in and I realised that the float wasn't in the till.

I ran upstairs to get it and went back down and put it in the till. There was some long unnecessary procedure, but I went through the motions. Everything was really old - the filing cabinets in particular. They were those really old steel ones and where almost impossible to open they were so heavy.
Then I went back to repacking the ill packed shelves which had turned into story high shelves now. I had to climb high up to get to the top shelves which were the ones I wanted to get my hands on.
The top shelves on both sides were packed with duvets one on top of another in a step fashion, so the items towered out over the pathway below (and psychedelic pieces of cloth and decor).
I was talking to Lindsay as I was swinging and jumping across bars and shelves to get to the top.
Then there was a guy on the opposite side of the shelves on a massive round red beanbag (I think it was Matt from the free talks). We were now at a trance party and I was still talking to both of them while getting some order with the duvets so everything + the shelves didn't come falling down.
I offered matt the psychedelic decor because he said he didn't have a tent.



I was walking down a street with a pricing gun, pricing people for fun and laughing with everyone I priced. Everyone in the street was a friend even though I hadn't met them before.

I was in a house. Not sure whose. There were a lot of people. There were also a lot of food. I think I cooked some of the food. There was pancake with eggs on top packed inside a wrap. A woman showed it to me, while the other one beside her was eating. I think they were asking for more of the food.

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Notes:

- 1:00 a.m. - 7 a.m., alarm
- Slept listening to Sam Harris' 26-minute meditation audio

Bed @ 10pm. WBTB @ 3am.

I realize I'm dreaming as soon as it starts. I'm face to face with an older, overweight woman with short black hair. I am excited I'm lucid but then I hear my phone ring. It's the ringtone of my work. Since I'm on call IRL I can't tell if it's my real phone ringing or if it's part of the dream. It reminds me of the hypnagogic noises I hear while having an OBE. The mental connection to my waking life wakes me up. I have strong vibrations.

At a dinner party A.F. is making balls out of mashed potatoes and serving them with gravy. "This will take patience. I like that." She says. She doesn't really like them and says they need something else. D says he knows just the thing. He adds lemon juice to the mix. I think she's pretending to not like them in order to stick with her diet easier. I have to drive out but can't really leave the area because there are puddles everywhere and really steep pitches of sand. I am worried I will get stuck in the puddles or tip over on the steep sand. Some vague things happen I can't really recall. I sense a mexican lady, shopping bags, and a bathroom. Back at the party the teen moms from the show are there. There's also a hot but immature UFC fighter staring at me. I'm in my hipster crop top and jeans, lying on my side and I want to impress him. Also most of my coworkers are there.

Spoiler for sexual content:

They showed me a video of them in the forest pretending to have an orgy, they were all naked and the men were erect. I thought, "that must have been really awkward to film...or they actually did have an orgy." My cousin B and her husband are there, except they're Heidi and Spencer from MTV. She complains she hasn't climaxed and asks if she can try. "Sure. I don't care." I respond. They go into a tent on a lawn right next to our table. I see her step out with a brown rubber glove on her hand, lubricating her fingers. I think, "maybe he's into that." Then an S+M coach emerges. B texts me and asks if these things are necessary for climax. I text her back that I've never needed those things, but some people like it.

As we leave the party we pass a wall with pictures of the party attendees organized by age. There's a picture of a man tinted in Gold. B.F. keeps talking about "Tom" who's 39 years old and a fantastic fighter who recently started fighting again. We drive out in Q's suburban. There's old, stale popcorn in the backseat. D and q try to clean it out. @ FF's A.F walks around in belly shirt and brags about her fitness level. She does look slightly slimmer than usual. She's getting rid of food scraps. I tell her to give it to the dog and she does.

I was responding to a DV post by my new dream partner. She tells me she will be a little slow with responses because she has so many obligations, like weekly workout classes. Her pic changed to a mirror selfie with a white shirt on, standing behind a little brother. I told her I have a lot of obligations too, like finishing up the school semester and workout classes. Then I remember I'm almost done with school and that I'm only going to one workout class one time, so I'm not really that busy.

A lady talks about how she brings her small, long haired, black/white dog with her to truck stops at night to murder people. I saw her murder a woman eating a sandwich outside of the truck stop. Then she gave her dog a bath and feeds it. Then I see a PSA where a young man at a party headlocks a young girl and shoots her in the head twice.

Now that I have less distractions IWL, I am going to begin to get much more on-topic with my LD work. I used to lucid dream just when it came naturally and doing "Whatever" when it happened, but starting now, I am going to write in my dream journal every morning as long as I am physically able to and I am going to set myself tasks for each lucid dream I have. I plan to have at least one LD per 3 nights (the one time I was on-topic I had a very good success rate) and am going to prepare in advance. As of now, here is my tasklist:

TOTNLD (Task(s) of the next lucid dream): Go Outside; Stabilize the Dream
TOTW: Dig a hole
TOTM: Develop some sort of supernatural power (Flying, Fireball, ETC.)
TOTY: Stop & Commit a crime with said supernatural power


Please comment with task suggestions if you have any.

Backlog

A lenghty ld though some parts are completely impossible to recall due chaining, continued sleep and overall dream idleness.

Me and grandma plus some other DC are headed up this building with really weird stairs. It turns out that there is some workshop taking place. My awareness goes up for a moment and I realize this a dream and that I am about to visit a sort self-defence workshop. This sounds pretty cool and I wonder if I would be able to learn something. I get inside but lose lucidity as we are instructed to sit there and watch funny presentations about other people.

My awareness finally goes up and stays that way. I waste a lot of time just walking and looking around, the surroundings change to this partially outdoors quite spacey area. Also, I make a little affirmation that will ld for as long as possible (not going to wake up). There is one very awesome thing that happens by itself. As I am looking around, it seems that it is raining, so while I am gently turning to the side and at that point either time or the water freezes in time /slows significantly. I am able to see each and every single raindrop suspended in the air in a sort of super slow (or suspended) motion and all of these raindrops are little round spheres of water that I can see in detail. It's so unexpected and amazing, I can't believe it. I think I need to take a second to look to the side and contemplate on what I have just seen. I make a big mental note about this.

After some more exploring, I become concerned about me actually having to perform some tasks rather than doing nothing (good point, especially since I recall very little from that part). I remember I wanted to do the Toty drinking contest with Hercules and Dionysus. My ideal representative DC for Hercules would be the Rock, I try to summon him here and there but he doesn't show up. I am disappointed and continue with my general summon idea - guys in ancient type of clothes or topless muscular guys. A number of DCs appear and there is an older man with some ragged clothes that could look like Dionysus after he has been having too much fun. With some more effort, a topless DC with reasonable appearance and muscle comes near Dionysus and it's time for the drinking contest to begin.

I go to the side of this house (in front of which we currently are) and get in the kitchen where there are a number of ancient jugs hopefully full of wine. I take quite a bit of time looking for the one that is large enough and also full, take a very ancient looking one and bring it to the guys. Dionysus drinks a bit of the liquid but he spits it out (I later think how my DCs are always trying to cheat), anyways I take the turn and drink a great deal of this weirdly tasting strong alcohol, even have some worries about dream swallowing waking me up. I manage to keep my concentration but as I pass the jug to Hercules, the dream thins out.

Not really sure if I chained, the scene reappeared etc. It was a similar overall construct to the previous place but the guys and the wine are gone. I give it another try, summoning some more topless muscular guys. A few such DCs appear though with not as much muscle as desired and I mentally try to add more muscle. As these guys are now approaching me, I have a moment of apprehension about them actually turning hostile and what am I going to do in such case, but I manage to calm myself down before this manifests, thinking these guys are fine etc. The scene is pretty difficult to organize this time and I give it up, also being distracted by bf in one of the nearby rooms of the area. I go back to look for him but he is not there anymore. My memory is pretty bad but at some point the dream interrupts again.

While I expect the dream to be over, I am surpised to find myself in the dream again. Somewhat similar overall long open area with transitioning parts. I contemplate whether I should wake myself as not to forget the details so far. But then I am still dreaming, so why wake up. I try to make a review of what has happened so far so I that I don't forget. Ok, what else could I do here, I try to recall some more tasks. The problem is I didn't consider more tasks for today and it is difficult to recall any from DV. Still I am convinced that if I think about it will be able to recall one more from the totys - the nemean lion. I recall the steps.

There is a window separating the area where I am and the outside and as I try to phase through it I end up peel lifting the glass which turns into other light material. I end up in a place like a back yard where I try to summon the lion. Some really cool music shortly plays at this point (and also different music in prior parts of the dream, really good quality), it really fits the mood. I have some doubts about my summon working (it feels like one of those dreams), but tell myself not to give up and try to think about a lion instead of the casual summon technique.

This works and soon a smaller than expected (large dog sized) male lion comes near. He is not too aggressive, but definitely wild. I grab him at the back of his neck (no lifting) and take him along with me, looking for the exibition place. I make mental notes about his size, how convenient the place is. We enter a large hall where it seems the contest will be taking place, though the participangs have not arrived yet. To save time, I summon a cat and take it along as well. It's a really stubborn cat so I have to constantly hold it too. I position the animals on small pillows? for the contestants that have self summoned here.

The referees are here, a DC referee woman takes a look at the cat and a few more cats that have appeared on nearby pillows. She then proceeds to do an examination of my lion, saying something about his paws and posture and in approval finally hands us the price - a roll of paper with the winner certificate. I run out of attention, the dream thins out and I wake up.

Been nearly a month since this DJ has started!

Trip to the cold Antarctica

The dream started when I got this ticket to a program in Antarctica from a friend who I haven't seen for some time (IWL). She said she had two and wanted me to come with her. Excited, we decided to meet up there. Fast forward and I'm on this large glacier which I thought to be Antarctica. There were penguins around along with some other people with me who were apparently the program supervisors. They were creating holes in the glacier which would fill up with water so that the penguins would have a swimming pool. What? Penguins deserve comfort as well! One of the supervisors who was there with me made this large rectangular pool. Apparently there was a problem where the water wasn't filling it up completely and I fell in the water as well. I wasn't really terrified and I swam across to this rope ladder which led up. Once back up, The scene changed into this building which was similar to a house but more like walls and a roof, and we were still on the glacier. There was a glass wall where the penguins were on the other side, and there was this little hallway which led to a dead end on my right, but it was turned the other way, towards my back. There were people in there along the walls who were the other ones that were admitted on the program. I couldn't recognize the girl who wanted to meet up with me but if I called her name she'd walk up to me. We had to stay in this small house for a couple of hours. Fast forward and I was eating chips. I was talking with my friend and I left to another room in the house where they were selling something. There was more that I did her but I forgot. Fast forward and we were leaving. I had to carry a bunch of bags of food which were apparently mine. I left with the girl and the scene changed. I was in my current school's track field but the school looked like my old one's, and my class was the old one as well. For warm up my old teacher said that it depended on what I wanted to play after it. I picked something and then he said to go do 5 laps. I went to go run it and I spotted a person from my current class. I ran around to find the girl I went to the trip with, along with a friend of hers. I forget what happens after this.

I'm wading through icy water, tracking someone down. It's dark, the water looks black, and there's this mist in the air, I can't see very far. There's bodies floating in the water, wrapped in cloth. There's another man here with me, he calls me by the name of Logan. I'm focused on the dampness in the air - it caused problems earlier when we couldn't get a fire to catch.

Thinking about fire makes me see another time, standing in a large stone hall, standing off to the left of the woman presiding over some ceremony, having to remain still throughout her speech, wearing armor, uncomfortable. There were rows of people arranged in front of us, and as she called each of them up she'd hand them a lit candle, symbolic, but I was looking at those candles and thinking of them as never enough to hold off the chill.

Back in the icy water, we've found the person we were looking for in a little area surrounded by bare trees. He's standing off to one side and watching an old woman perform some kind of ceremony, something like a funeral for the old ruler here - I have a vague impression of something strung up among the trees, either the last ruler's bones themselves or at least something representing them. She knows who we are. She tells me that just because I've killed the old ruler, that doesn't make this place mine. The territory is passed down through the blood, and there's still someone with the elf blood to inherit it - the man we've been tracking down. He's not related to the old ruler, and he's more human than anything else, as is she, but that doesn't matter; this territory will remain in the hands of his people, not mine.

The man in question objects to this - this is a situation being forced on him. He tells me he's sorry. The guy who'd tracked him down with me makes some sarcastic comment, telling him to quit the humble act; but I believe him, this isn't something he'd wanted. Nonetheless, the old woman's in the right; there's nothing I can do here, we've lost. I tell him it's all right. It's only when I speak and hear the tone in my voice that I (the dreamer side of me) realize he and I (the character side of me) had been sleeping together; we're most likely going to have to end that now.

The old woman resumes her ceremony, now involving him. It doesn't take long, just a few words. There's a wreath of pale yellow flowers which he accepts from her; as soon as the ceremony's done he drops it and it falls apart in the water. I'm thinking of the moment I first met him, when he'd been locked up in a cell.

I was looking for a new dorm. I was talking to someone and he/she referred me to a place near the city. The place is just near the street, but there's construction everywhere.

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Notes:

- 3 a.m. - 9 a.m.
- No coffee
- Listened to a new audio

Didn't sleep we'll that night and after WBTB, went again to bed with the Raduga recording on...
At some point - don't remember how - I realized that I am in a dream (in a room) lucid. I decided to just play around with the dream (I actually remembered the portable hole TotM, but decided not to do it as the month was almost over - after waking up, I was quite surprised that this was indeed correct). So, I intentionally changed a Mona-Lisa wall picture, teleported a Coffee Machine from a shelf and then made all the stuff from the shelf fall down in front of me. Then I went to the TV set and tried to grab the hostess out of it. I felt her back and neck quite real and pulled her out - she was the size of a big doll. Then I must have drifted into a normal dream that I can't remember...
P.s. I was quite busy these days and didn't have time to record this...

I in a garage surrounded by animals in cages and I was talking to them about what happened to them and why they were there.

Then I was in a mans home and his place was filthy, you could hardly walk over all the rubbish. I kept on tripping or slipping as I was trying to find my way out.

I was on set at a house in a forested area, this house had a massive garden that we were filming on. I was in the background most of the time and part of the crew. We had lots of bunches of flowers that a was moving around for what seemed like hours. It got dark and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep but all I was doing was moving flowers. I then felt stuck in time and I was doing the same thing over and over again, moving flowers from one side of the garden to the other side and back again. Then I was at home and my mom was angry at me for something and having a good shout about it. I then checked my phone and I had so many messages - too many. They were all from people I didn't want contacting me. The top message was from my Ex and the first bit of the message went "I'm glad that you and Kyle". I didn't open the message because I didn't want to read it. Now I was angry and tired. My brother and his friend came into my room to ask me questions but I wasn't listening.