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1. I was upstairs in my house, and it was daytime. As I am walking down my hallway I suddenly become Lucid. At that same time, everything becomes sort of chaotic. Time seems to move faster, or at least everything seems incredibly sped up. I start walking down the stairs, but I only move one step down before I stop. I see my mom walk as though she was racing, into the foyer and then into the library room. A doubt comes into my mind, "What if I'm actually not dreaming?" I ask myself.
It then occurred to me that I could test to see if I was dreaming or not by jumping over the top of the stairs and see if I landed safely or not. At the time this sounded like a great idea. I then climbed over the stair rail and jumped off of the top of the stairs. A rush of adrenaline hit me as I realized that if this wasn't a dream I would be screwed. Thankfully, it was a dream. As I jumped off the stairs I started floating down to the floor slowly. What a great feeling that was. My mom said something to me, but I didn't really care. I then walked into my living room and saw my dad sitting down in his recliner chair watching T.V. This was no surprise to me. I decide to walk around the rest of the house just to see if anything has changed.
I walk into the dining room and here I find a girl about my age. She looks at me in a deeply sexual way and it arouses me. I go over to her and strip her down. She is completely fine with this. We then start banging. Somehow, both of us got teleported into my kitchen, and now we were just banging in the kitchen out in the open. I looked over to the living room and now my dad was gone. My focus now went back to the girl and we kept going at it. I looked down the hallway that connects my dining room and the kitchen and at the end of this hallway I see a mirror. In the mirror I see myself banging the girl, and it matches my every move. Suddenly, I start to see the girl's stomach inflate in the mirror. It kept inflating, but it stopped eventually. Now she looked like she was pregnant.
I stopped for a moment, "Wow that's not good. And actually, I should really be working on dilating time and finding certain DC's. Ahh I'll do it in a bit" I thought to myself. I then continued banging the chick regardless of the fact that she looked pregnant (why did I do this? why??? D: ). Suddenly my mom walks into the kitchen and sees us banging. As she notices us, the entire house starts shaking like an earthquake. I stumble onto the floor, and I can tell that if I don't focus I will wake up. At one point the earthquake gets so bad that I fall again and now I can feel myself leaving the dream and waking up. I stop myself from waking up and enter the dream fully lucid once more.
The earthquake still hasn't stopped and now my vision gets blurry and grainy and it causes me to wake up.

Something has changed

All grief and anger at BobV's passing is gone.

I woke remembering three dreams. I don't remember the order in which I dreamed them but:

1) - I'm eating the rich red seeds out of half a ripe pomegranate with a silver spoon. As I enjoy I think to my self, "I didn't know I could just scoop out pomegranate seeds with a spoon as easy as this". When I woke-up I knew that it is not that easy in waking life.

2) - BobV is sitting close, in a chair talking to me and I thing a few others are sitting around chatting and listening too.

3) - at one point I'm alone, standing in a kitchen and I get "randy". I'm alone, so I squat dowm and begin gently thrusting my pelvis. I feel unashamed. No one sees me. I feel delightfully sexy and turned-on.

Like I said, now I'm awake, there is no grief or anger at BobV's passing. Infact it feels to me that he is solidly back in the waking world.

I look around at the things that remind me of him and instead of pain and anger there is warmth and connectedness. Because he is back in the waking world.

Pomegranate (???)

or is it that I am in the underworld with him (???)

Persephone and Hades (hahaha) Me and BobV

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I was in a strange city by the lake. It's like a newly found city. If anything, it felt like Lys (The City and the Stars, Arthur C. Clarke) in the aftermath of Alvin's actions. Everyone's helping build the place. There's also an area underwater that's reminiscent of Bioshock I & II.

We were hauling some ships from underwater (lake) to discover what they have. There were some fish-men who rose either from the lake or from the ships. We had to hurry back and "close" the rock-doors around the lake/crater. We built the city near the lake and felt we had to abandon the place and look for another one.

* Lucid

I was seeing monsters all over the place. Everything was hazy but active. I was being transformed into a monster. I felt my body transforming/being moved. I was nervous. Then I became lucid. I knew it was a dream. I sat on a half-lotus position and focused on my breath like I was doing before sleeping. The movements slowed down, the transformation stopped, everything became still.

* /Lucid

I was in school, or felt something like school. I was also at home in our hometown. I was playing a fighting game in an arcade. Or a fighting-adventure game. I lost to a bunch of goons and had second thoughts of continuing the game (during the countdown-game over phase). I decided to continue at the very last moment. I was fighting bosses now. I used a flying kick on one and he caught it. My character was just floating with one leg held by the boss. I "pushed" him back so that he rotated vertically (on one leg!) but it was nothing to him.

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Notes:

- Slept at around 10:30 p.m.
- Woke up around 8 a.m.
- The two dreams were separated by waking moments
- Slept with audio: 26-minute Sam Harris meditation audio

So i'm in a new area, never been there before. It has a middle east vibe and escenary, i'm with my mom and sister sara. The place was like a neighborhood / block that was surrounded with a fence and on one side with concrete wall. The building and houses are fairly poor looking and some of them aren't finished yet. My mom and sister are near a construction of a building that only had it's pilars built.
When suddenly an alarm starts going like crazy and I see a military talk going through the principal gate. I saw panic in my mom and told her to sit down and be as close to those concrete pilars as possible with my sister. I run to the fence to have a better view and then I see th military of the area with the tank. It was an army of blacked armored soldiers with smoke masks and big rifles. At first I was very prepotent and with a heroic super guy atitude, did not fear a thing.
I new I was dreaming but wasn't conscious about it. I saw some soldiers coming in from behind, so I went to the nearest fence and grabbed it, I looked at my body and made it turn invisible. I then was planing on beating the soldiers up and killing them while on stealth but first i was going to haunt them. While on stealth (invisible) I climbed the fence and started shaking it like crazy, 6 soldiers turned around inmedietly.
I hadn't felt this sensation of panic in a very long time. Actually the last time was when I got robbed at gun point and realized that my life was in danger, a few years ago. There was so much horror in my eyes and I was so shock I coudn't move, I was paralized of what i was seeing, I was dead scared for my life.
The soldiers turned towards the noise and took at an electrical net and started hitting the air as if searching and maybe hitting something invisible with the magnetic energy of this weapon. They were headed towards me while I was invisible with this net weapon and I was freaking out, I was going to be found and electrified, later to be killed. But I new i was dreaming so I quickly looked at the sky and wanted to fly out of there so bad, So i started flying but was moving slower than a snail.
I was so terrified that I was flying at 2 centimeters an hour, it was ridicoulus and I coudn't fly fast... I tried with all my might to fly out of there and managed to fly over the soldiers, they were still hitting the air with there nets in search of me.
I felt a little more self As I flew higher and the they started throwing the damn nets to the sky, one flew 4 centimeters away from my nose, I woke up.

Went to bed at 8:45 Pm, and woke at 2:30 Am (WBTB). Stayed up for only for 5 minutes, which is not usual for me when doing Wake Back To Bed (WBTB), because I usually stay up for at least 45 minutes, but I was too tired. I decided to meditate while lying in bed on my back. I started to feel uncomfortable after about 15 mins, so I rolled onto my right side for another 15 mins, and then onto to my left side. Soon after I found myself in the altered state where your mind is awake and your body is asleep (even my hearing had stopped). The hypnagogic imagery was crystal clear. I saw a poster with lots of writing on it, but it disappeared before I could read it. People were gathering around me and talking.

The vibrations started, and I could hear electrostatic popping and sizzling. This was my queue to leap to my feet out of bed, leaving my body behind. I was expecting to end up in my bedroom, but instead I was in my childhood bedroom at my parent’s house. I immediately started to count, because this helps to stabilize the experience, and helps to keep my mind focussed. Off I went to try and find my daughter.

I ran down the stairs to the first floor, and into the living room. There was a transparent man standing there, and I ran right through him towards an older woman who was standing at the back door. I didn’t recognize the woman, so I continued past her to the back door. She then spoke in my dad’s voice and said, “No, don’t go out there, stay inside.” I turned around to face the woman, and I replied, “Okay, where’s my daughter?” She pointed towards a soccer ball size object that was morphing about 3 feet off the floor near the basement door, and she said in my dad’s voice, “Right over there!” It was very strange that this woman had my dad’s voice, so I asked her, “Who are you?”, and she replied, “I’m your dad.” I quickly stuttered, “But dad, you look like a woman?”, and dad said, “Yah, I know, but that’s just how it is.” By this point my daughter was almost materialized, and I got too excited, and instantly I was back in bed, consciously awake, with my body asleep.

Once again, the vibrations and the electrostatic popping and sizzling started, so I leapt from my bed to my feet. My bedroom looked so real, and felt so real, that I momentarily thought I had physically jumped out of my bed, but then I could see two transparent people standing in my room (definitely dreamin’), so I walked right through them and out my bedroom door. I then realized I was totally naked! Yikes! This is odd, because usually I have at least my gotchies on. I also still had my CPAP mask on, so I ripped it off my face. Top of my list was to find a blanket to wrap around me, so I went looking for one in my daughter’s room. I flicked the light switch on, but it didn’t work (of course), then I tried her lamp, same thing. The room magically became softly lit, and that’s when I noticed something was different with my daughter’s calendar. I sat on her bed to take a closer look.

At the end of each day my daughter would always draw a line diagonally through each calendar day, to mark its completion. She did this right up until she passed in 2013. In this OBE, the calendar looked different, because it was covered in brilliant green grass and red flowers. The diagonal line through each date was no longer present, but rather there were pictorials and hieroglyphics, right up until her passing date. I was totally enthralled with the amount of effort and detail that went into each day of the calendar. Very unexpectedly, I heard my daughter giggling beside me. She was lying under the covers in her bed. “Dad, every time I see you, you look older! It’s seems so strange.” She sat up in bed, leaned over, and gave me a huge hug. I replied to her, “Yeah, I’m getting older and older. Every day when I wake, I’m one day closer to being with you again.” She laughed and said, “Yeah, I know.” Then I said, “You still look the same, young and beautiful!”

Boom, back in bed again, consciously awake, with my body asleep. The vibrations started once again, and I tried to do a third exit, but no luck. I woke myself up and immediately voice recorded the amazing and memorable experience

Yes, you read the title right! Let me elaborate.

(Throughout this one dream, I woke up maybe 3 times, and managed to pick up where I left off when falling asleep.)

I'm in my mother's car; we're driving down the motorway at full speed. I'm not too sure where we're headed, but I don't mind. I've always liked surprises. Watching the trees bordering the road whizz past, I wonder how it had come to be just mom and me, alone again. I hear her say something, which cuts me out of my daze. I can't recall her exact words, but I do know that what she said angered me a great deal. She carries on, her voice getting increasingly loud, and I retort as best I can, letting her know my disagreement. Over the next few minutes, this escalates, and suddenly, I know that I can no longer remain with her. I have to leave. I have to get away, right now, right this minute. The sense of urgency which grips me pushes me to the extreme, and I grasp the door handle, ready to launch myself out. She sees this, and speeds up. I look out my window at the ground, knowing that jumping out now would be too dangerous. A thought occurs to me. Red lights. She's going to have to stop at some point. Although still tense, I wait for the inevitable, hoping that it would come sooner rather than later. Anticipation floods through me as a familiar luminous red dot advances towards us. Readying myself, I grip the handle tighter. The car doesn't slow down, however, but maintains its speed. Just like that, it drives past the light. Closing my eyes in desperation, I resolve to jump out as soon as she slows down even a little. Not even a minute later, knowing that the window of opportunity to escape is about to close, I open the door and launch myself onto the tarmac.

Collecting painful bruises and burns from the tumble, I gasp. I am thankful for one thing though; not having been ran over. Running for my life in the opposite direction to the one we had been driving in, I go as fast as my legs can carry me. Occasionally, I crouch behind well placed trees or bushes, somehow hoping that this will help. I have no idea as to where I am, or where I should be going; the only thing on my mind right now is to keep going. Far away, as far as I could go. By this point, I realise that I am being pursued, and that my mother had in fact not been my real mother, but rather an agent posing as her. Distraught, but still driven by fear, I come to a shell petrol station. Figuring that it should be safe, I hide out there for an hour or two and rest a little, before pushing forward once more. Eventually, around the end of the afternoon, I come across a gigantic shopping centre, very modern and luxurious looking. After walking around aimlessly, I spot two women, also looking fairly lost. I make a beeline for them, recognising the look of fear in their eyes. They were being pursued too. After a brief chat, we come up with a plan, albeit a fairly strange one. Aware of the fact that a fashion show for bridal wear is due to occur in the very near future, we figure that we could hide out by posing as models for it. After all agreeing to this, we search for wedding dresses which we can use as disguise. A particular shop draws my attention. Calling the other two, I enter it.

The odd thing was the complete lack of staff. No cashier, customers, or anyone for that matter. This was beyond abnormal, particularly for a shop of this calibre. Every which way I look, I can see glass chandeliers, ornate mirrors and glittering ornaments. The entire space bathes in a dim glow, making it seem all the more magical. On one side, near an alcove, was a clothes rail, on which hung at least 20 beautiful wedding dresses. Looking at them, it was clear that each wedding dress had been designed with a particular country or culture in mind. One caught my eye in particular. I couldn't tell you why it did however. I delicately remove it from the rest and set about finding a changing room. A few minutes and some faffing about later, I emerge, and walk carefully to a nearby mirror (somehow the changing rooms didn't have any). My reflection feels not like my own; even my hair and make-up had magically improved. The dress itself resembles a kaftan (traditional Moroccan type of dress), predominantly white with some gold embroidery depicting intricate patterns. I smooth my hands over the material, in an attempt to reassure myself that the gown is real (ironic huh?).

Following this, I walk out through a side door, only to be greeted by darkness. I keep walking forward, unsure as to what I would find. Gradually, the wide corridor which I have been walking down lightens a little, meaning that I can finally see my surroundings. On my right and left lie various set pieces, dismantled painted backdrops, broken spotlights and props. My pace slows as I notice a figure. A man, sitting down, haunched slightly, his arms resting on his thighs. Next to him was a small and simple table. As I got closer, he looked up and gasped, his mouth hanging open. His reaction makes me laugh, as I recognise who he is, and remember who I am. Peeta (The hunger games) smiles, stands up, and says; 'You're beautiful Katniss' I can't help but smiling, looking down at myself. A part of me wondered why he had called me by that name, but it was so small that I didn't question it further. He takes my hand, and I remember what today is. Our wedding day. He looks at me, without saying a word. After a minute, he whispers, 'I was thinking...I can disguise Gale to look like me...I know I can pull it off. Everyone will think you're marrying me but...Both you and Gale will know. At least that way, I won't ruin any more of your life.' Behind his words lay a lot of sadness which he had failed to hide. A lump lodged in my throat, I hug him. I already know that I'm going to refuse his offer. I pull back and...

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I wake up with a start, only to immediately fall back to sleep. I see myself back with Peeta, this time knowing that I am in a dream. Excited at the prospect of LDing, I can feel myself smile, and start looking around me, touching what I can see, so as to ground myself within the dream.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Stupid alarm was on snooze. I was not pleased, and felt annoyed for the rest of the day. I was so close!

PS: If you've made it this far down, seriously, congrats!

I was at school. It was during the lesson. Suddenly, a courier arrived and told that has a parcel for me. I immediately unpacked it, and saw that there was a motorbike with welded two additional wheels. It was yellow with black parts. There were green letters composing hte name of it, but I can't recall them. There was also a scooter in the pack.

I went out of classroom. Suddenly I realised that it's a friday, and that due to some kind of teachers conferention we had no more lessons. With classmates and students from other classes we went upstairs. There was a one guy from my class, wearing grey blouse, dark grey trousers and sports shoes. He shouted to the other guy, and made a parkour stunts on the handrails.

We were all climbing up the stair way. It was gigantic, the size of a mountain. The stairs led to the stands where we could watch spectacles. I took a chair and sat on it in the halfway to the peek. There was a great, awe-inspiring view. I saw vast expanses of forest areas, mixed with school buildings, which looked like a small blot in the ocean of green. There were other mountains, far away on the horizon.

Suddenly I felt that someone punched me in my neck from behind. I saw that it was one of my classmates. He was wearing a blue hoody and jeans trousers. He thought it was funny, but told me that it was one of my pals who told him to do this. I immediately ran up to the peak. I felt strong pain in my back. Finally I got to the peak and saw some of the classmates sitting there. I saw him. He was wearing black t-shirt with grey jeans trousers. He was grinning mockingly. I charged at him, trying to hit him. He was defending himself, and we both landed on the ground, almost falling of the peak. He was stronger than me. In the last moment I kicked him in the face. It haven't had any effect on him, as if I did it without any force.

A minute later we were back in friendly terms. We were joking. I looked at the sky. It was dark, storm clouds were gathering. The wind started to raise in power. I decided to go to my last stand, rather than join other classmates. I left the classmates behind. I was moving slowly, and I heard the classmates laughing "Hahaha! Look at his legs! Look at his legs! I ignored them and moved on.

Looking at the foot of the mountain I saw hundreds of tents. They belonged to other students. I reached my stand, but then I deduced that with the current speed in which wind gathers strenght makes it dangerous to sleep in this height. I climbed down the mountain, and made my place in a nice valley, on the outskirts of the tent city created by students. It has started to rain. I looked around, and saw some outcasts standing with umbrellas. I thought that I should get back to the classmates over the peak, but I concluded it was better to stay where I was. I searched my backpack for a tent, but the only thing I found was a bag with leftovers after some kind of dish.

Then my vision goes back to my home in retrospection. I saw my mother talking with grandma. She asked How could you give him a bag with leftovers instead of the tent?

And then I'm back at the foot of the mountain. The strong wind took the bag with leftovers away. I took an umbrella and lied down on the ground. I was like one of the outcasts, without the tent, left alone in the rain.

It was odd, myself and two others were to design a small festival or theme park, celebrating the holiday of Halloween. I think one of the others I was working with was Sonic the hedgehog...or was it Scourge? In truth one of them was a Sonic character from the archie comics, while the other was a tall guy with short black hair and brown eyes.

We were drawing out the map of the festival, as we drew it the things we drew came to life. One of them dew a haunted path that cut off from the main pathway. I drew a ferris wheel, at first he looked at me strangely. I shrugged and told him that people loved rides. He kept looking at me a bit longer before shrugging it off and continueing. I drew a game booth or two, while he finished up the entance. At last I drew a photobooth.

The dream ended when Scourge kept trying to have his picture taken with this one girl, in truth I can't remember...Sonic seemed to keep messing it up by popping in to be in the picture.

The last thing I saw was Scourge with a long fluffy fox tail. X3

That was just the last half of the dream, the first half was with individual cities all over the world being trapped in giant domes like in the Simpsons Movie.

That's all I can remember in truth from the dream and/or dreams I had.

Ritual: WTB 1am, WBTB 4:45 to 6:15, woke 6:45 am with first dream, 8:30am with second.

DILD, "Canceled Movie": Theater, lights go down to start movie, then come up again, we all have to move, no clear reason. I lose track of my mom and brother. General confusion. I wonder if it is a dream. I feel convinced it is though I can't be sure. How to figure out? Reason, if it's a dream then in WL I should have already seen the movie and be able to recall it (dream logic!) I think back and can't remember what movie I watched today. Still not sure, need more substantive proof: levitate something. Point to stairs and levitate small random object; decide I need a barrette for my hair and it is one by the time it hits my palm. Pin back my hair. Okay, pretty sure I'm dreaming, that's good. Distracted by all the confusion around me still, people trying to figure out what is going on, don't think of tasks, wake up.

Note: I wrote the notes above hastily because I hadn't gotten much sleep yet and wanted to get back to bed as soon as possible. One detail I left out because it seemed too insignificant to mention was that in the dream, when I first got up and was gathering my things to leave the theater, I put two large jars in my purse and was surprised that they fit. I don't remember now what they contained, but I have the impression that at least one was a beverage. This is only relevant now because of what happened later.

I had made coffee late at night because I still had a lot of work to get done before the next day, but realizing I was too tired to simply stay up late, I decided to go to bed and get up to work after a few hours of sleep. I left the coffee to cool on the counter in the large mason jar that I always use to make it, hipster pour-over style. During my WBTB I again decided not to drink the coffee since I was planning to return to bed, and transferred it to a smaller mason jar with a lid that put in the fridge. The next morning, the coffee was still there and I was feeling groggy, so I brought it to work with me. At the end of a long day, as I was gathering my things to go home, I tried stowing the now-empty mason jar in my purse for lack of a better place to put it, and was surprised that it fit. I had a sudden flashback to the same thing happening in the dream that morning. The parallel felt eerily similar, though I had to reflect with amusement that if this was an example of dream precog, it only seems to happen for me with the most wildly trivial and insignificant events.

NLD, "Mountains, Goblins, Geisha": I'm part of a group that is planning to take a trip to a town high up a mountain. I show my friend a picture of the mountain, which is alarmingly tall and sheer, and point to the location of the little town three-quarters of the way up. I've been there before and am nervous about the drive because the roads are so dangerous. I'm convinced that when I remembered the drive I was actually drawing on memories from a different dream long ago.

On the mountain, we become the playthings of some goblins. I don't recall what they are doing to the boys, but the girls all have to make themselves up and dress like geisha. The goblins are telepathic, so we have to moderate our thoughts. We end up with psychological conflicts because we are obliged to maintain conscious thought patterns that are at variance with what we "really" think.

We are being housed in some dingy rooms with cheap blue carpets. I wonder if they were originally designed as dorm rooms, and that question makes me wonder where all of this is actually taking place. I sense the unreality of my situation, but I attribute it to the idea that we're being filmed.

I look out the window to see if there are any clues about our real location. In the window of the building next door I see a neon "Michelob" sign—it must be a bar! I look for more clues, and see a sign attached the building with the word "Make." That must be the name of the bar... later I'll have to google to see if I can figure out where such a place is located. My suspicions are that we're somewhere in the Catskills or Adirondacks.

During a non-lucid experience, I found a dream that was unfinish with a large void on the left end of the dream. I enter in it which causes the effects of DA. I slowly become lucid while still finding it very difficult to think. I kept going over the thought of manifest something I can perceive. Eventually it manifest what look to be the side of a door. I then quickly grab it and the dark void was gone. I was in a hallway with only numerous doors on each side. I was fully lucid now and had no problems thinking anymore.

The yellow door knob reflected what I currently look like which wasn't a appearance I was familiar with. Instead it was the appearance of a main character in I watch. I walk shortly around and chose one door. When I open it I found myself inside a nice living room. I look around and was beginning to recall that I was just dreaming this a couple of minutes ago, only then I was non-lucid. I don't think anyone was living here, it was very quiet and calming.

The house had no lights on except near the cabinets located near the front door. Majority of the furniture was dark brown wooded, this includes the mirror , the bed , the desk , counter , and the dressers. The walls had a slate blue color with the white doors with a few lines coming from the place. I really like it, I'd like to have a house exactly like this one day. I soon notice another door on my far left. I open the door to find myself inside a room.

My eyes had a very hard time focusing, it would shift around constantly with out my command. I then saw the large bed with white puffy blankets and pillow and said wow. I rub my hands on it and lay down for a short while to enjoy it. I got upand notice a doll on a near by desk. I pick the doll up and examine it. The doll had blonde hair and a white apron with a blue dress. I held it thinking it's been awhile since I've seen a doll. I kept it in my hand as I notice more objects like a dresser and a big mirror.

I look at the mirror and was stunned how perfecr my reflection was. It look exactly like me, the only difference was that I was wearing different home clothes and that my pupils in my eye were dilated. I could feel my head flowing with waves. I soon stated that for a dream it sure did a good job at creating all of this. I look at the doll to realize it had change to a doll that has never been tamper with. The customization that was once there is now gone.

I place it back to where I found it and saw a little photo of me on the desk counter. I pick it up and thought is this my place? It look like me in the picture but the place I'm at in the photo is not recognizable to me. I saw another dresser in the room and search what was inside. I then got a feeling I was being watch. I notice I never close the door that I use to enter in this room. I walk to the door and close it while locking it, just to be safe I said .

I then proceeded to looking through anything the dressers may contain. I saw a few bottle pills but before I could examine it, a person came right through the door. I quickly said that wasn't fair. The man was wearing a red zip up sweater which was left unzipped, with dark blue jeans. He had a clownish laugh and began lifting up a chair. It was at this point I knew I was dealing with a madman as he approach me. He grab my hand with force , I quickly use my other arm to grab another wooden chair near by.

I manage to break free from his grip. To where we soon began clashing the chairs we were holding in till the chairs were no more. It became more physical as we struggle to take one another out in till he stop. He began insulting me and shut the door. My eyes look around the room and notice the slated blue walls was now orange. The doll on the desk counter had left on it's own and was no where to be found. The fight took a bit out of me, I decided that I should lose lucidity afterwards. Lucidity Time: 12 minutes.

Bits Of What I Can Remember

-I was with my parents and than something bad happened to my mom. I don't remember what it was though.Somehow this led to me entering a Dragon Ball Z world where Goku and Vageta wanted to help me but I would have to help them find the dragon balls first. We were flying around for a bit searching than something else i can't remember happened.

-I was talking to a person from dream views about the healing properties of berries. I mentioned how the red and black berries were good but the black ones get rotten quicker. For some reason it felt like i was talking to a horse too inside the dream but i'm not sure...After that i appeared on a bed in the room where i use to go to see Dawn a lot. I was with someone practicing how to make music on a acoustic guitar. I kept trying but it wasn't coming out right.

On a table next to me was a old looking computer. There was a photo of Dawn and the music i made for him was playing on it. But I wanted to delete it because i thought everyone would think it was awful. It was just a small tune playing over and over again and was annoying to listen to. I shut off the computer after that and tried to go back to sleep. The lights were off except for a lamp in the room.

-I was with my dad and my brothers inside my house trying to put clothes through a hole in the wall to pass it to my dad who was in the kitchen. After that I went around and my brother's phone started to ring. He told me how this girl kept calling him and he didn't even know who she was. I told him not to worry and that i would take care of it. I took the phone than answered it. A girl answered saying she was looking for a boy she liked named Andrew. I told her she had the wrong number and to stop calling since it was getting pretty annoying. I than walked to my parent's room.

She apologized on the phone and than i told her to look over the phone number again just in case she was dialing a number that was wrong. I could see numbers appearing on the wall and didn't think much of it. After that i woke up.

Eye Acting Crazy Again

-I was at a school gym where kids were jumping rope with their teachers. But I found it really weird since they were trying to jump rope while jumping rope on a bigger rope. After that i recall appearing in my living room.It was sort of dark.Eye appeared but he was sort of transparent than invincible and he was being pretty mean. I felt that he may have been influenced by my insecurities since i felt something negative about him. So I grabbed him and said " Be filled with love!" The funny thing is that he screamed at me than sort of changed into a red fire thing and exploded.

He came back though and was acting the same way.(I decided to just accept this part of him after that. It's not like I really hate it anyways - w -) He was trying to scare me and i thought about an old dream which triggered a creepy music box melody to pop up. I wasn't really scared of it though. Eye than grabbed me from behind and took me somewhere else. I ditched him though when we got to the place and ran into a room. There i saw two old men with purple bruises on their bald heads laying on the bed face down. I jumped over them and noticed someone looking at me through the window trying to freak me out. But they just looked stupid. After that Eye entered the room and took me to another part of the place.

There I saw a blonde man with a crown enter through a window suspiciously. Than I noticed other people walking around the place saying this was the grand canyon.It seemed like they were traveling and this was some old castle where people visit. Than i woke up.

Short but very vivid / interesting moments:

early:

+ I'm having sex with (the same, a new one?) beautiful girl. She's lying on her stomach, I reach across her body to her armpit and pull her, rolling her over on to her back. Her armpit is really warm/hot and quite wet, which I think makes sense since we were just "exerting" ourselves . She's lying on her back, then I'm on top of her, my face is right in front of hers, she has a really stunningly beautiful face, she says "Oh, from the front now?!" I say yes. Start going at it, but she's not into it. She says "15% of the time before my period <I don't want to.>" and we stop.

+ a religious ceremony in the distance

+ we're following a girl to her home, we want to see how well off she is. We're approaching a well-to-do, large apartment building. As we emerge around the corner to see the building fully, I look up and see the middle floors of the building, and think she may have an entire floor to herself, which would be a very sumptuous apartment. We do not go in the main entrance, we walk around the side, and instead of entering a doorway, she starts climbing up ladders. "Really!?" I say in disbelief. One, two, three times she climbs up ladders to the next level, and enters the home from the outside (via a window?). There is a protective thing on the windowsill that protects the (squirrel feeder?) from being broken, but I'm sure my son will still step on it and break it since he breaks things alot. I'm sure my son will not like all these ladders.

I go down the hill meet the guy who's coming to meet the girl (I'm matchmaking), it's my friend RW. He's walking up the hill holding and eating a chicken wing. I tell him he shouldn't probably be eating that right before going to meet the girl. Then he's my son and we're meeting another guy at a <foreign> club, we go by the guy and don't talk to him. I think that in the rules of courtship, if any one of the females rejects the male, all of the women will reject him, so it's best to plan well so that you don't get rejected.

broken WBTB, failed WILD, insomnia

nap after breakfast, also very short dreams but quite vivid moments, looking closely at little objects

+ I'm thinking about sex with a girl, I think that it's best if my friend starts it because he's a "playa" and then I will step in once he gets going and take over. Brief visuals of one position. I'm then lying in bed (FA?) confused, the girl's mother is standing over me and one of her friends, they're both looking daggers at me. I'm trying to figure out the time, they're early I'm sure, I keep looking at my digital watch and I can't read the time (or it keeps changing). The mother says "just wait till I tell her father." It turns out the girl was underage and my life is ruined because everyone found out. I'm then in a crowd of the same people and they're mostly on my side.

+(f) in car pulling up to curb by suburban house

+ watching bizarre animated puppet displays at park, highly intricate made from hundreds of moving parts, levers (and puppets?), a thug takes my friend's place at our table. I want to tell the thugs "that place's taken" but I don't. My friend returns and says "that place's taken."

+ I'm up above on a ledge looking down into the area below where an orchestra is set up and playing/rehearshing. I see the <my instrument> section right there. The guy there says I should have brought my instrument. He then offers me one of his spare instruments to play, I see him setting up a duplicate, he hands me his, which is made of black plastic. He hands me a mouthpiece and I look at it closely: it's weird, it has wires on it in strange places, I look closely and it looks like the mouthpiece has a little beard made of two balls of the wire attached to the bottom of the piece. I blow into the mouthpiece a few times and it seems to make the proper sort of sound that it should make, but big clouds of dust fly up into the air. I try playing the instrument, but it's become like an inflatable toy version of the instrument, and after I blow in it it loses the inflating air and starts to deflate/collapse in my hands.

Someone says we're wasting time with this meaningless instrument/music stuff, we're missing the (diplomatic?) presentation, the group leaves. We're outside trying to find where the group went, I see one person entering a building ahead. We see another building/room made of glass walls (DS) and we see inside it's a sort of arranged dance party. Inside, seated with her back against a wall, a buxom black woman showing massive cleavage wearing an "inflatable mattress" bra that increases her cleavage, she says that her "boobs are on the internet" (also related to the bra?). I'm severely embarrassed when by wife sidles up to the woman and starts making dance moments with her arm and upper body.

I'm trying to parallel park a small car and having trouble. I can't get the angle of entry right. I see that there are two people (in a car?) outside my car where I'm trying to park, one guy with his hand outstretched to ward off my car. I think that's ridiculous, he can't push my car with his bare hands. After trying to park a few times, I decide to give up, the guy says I should go to the next area and put my car by his sports cars so that nobody tries to park near them. I go through an archway and see cars parked there , but his cars are child-sized push-cars, bright red and sporty looking. I move my car which is now also child-push-car sized to take the free spot by them.

I see on the sidewalk my very large set of nice binoculars. They have been there a long time [false memory], and I'm astonished that nobody stole them in this time. I see that someone has balanced a very small glass dish (like a miniature ashtray) on top of the right eyepiece. I pick up the little dish and look at it closely for a moment. Then I pick up the binoculars and look through them for a moment while waking away back through the arch.

Indoors, I'm placing fresh hot-out-of-the oven large/strangely-shaped cookies onto a plate on a counter. I then put store-bought but heated huge muffins dripping some kind of syrup on the plate as well. Somebody says "I'm not eating that."

Morning of March 17, 2015. Tuesday.



There is a big ritualistic Christmas celebration that is mostly being held in a very large old building (somewhat like a composite of church and theater), and it is apparently near Christmas in my dream. I am there with my family, but things change over time. In order to be a part of it, one must wear a Santa outfit, though that seems more like willful participation rather than a rule. I am aware that my youngest son’s Santa outfit has possibly been mistakenly taken by someone. I cannot find mine, either. However, I do believe his is found and worn but I do not find mine. It seems mine may have been deliberately taken by a younger female who is part of a smaller group of about six disruptive people. There are some arguments and an attempt to find my suit and to catch one of them with it but I become so annoyed that I decide to leave the celebration. However, when I first try to leave the building I end up going to corners and walls that have no doors. One area is mostly of over-sized and seemingly very old concrete blocks, both floor and walls, and I do not see an exit anywhere. I walk past a parade to another area of the building, but I try to stay out of the group due to not having a Santa suit.

Eventually, there is a front door (which seems more like that of a house to the left of a large window that looks like part of a small store) that a young Japanese male apparently helps me find. He says something to me about the celebration but an older male near the door starts mocking the way he is speaking and pretends to speak Japanese (this was done to me throughout my childhood even though I have no Asian ancestry - taught me a lot about the “intelligence” of mainstream society). "This is the way they always are,“ I say, "they will never change.” We then start walking west down the sidewalk towards my older sister Marilyn’s house as once again, I am not aware of where I presently live in real life. However, I begin to realize that both Marilyn and Carol had died but I then contemplate the King Street boarding house. I believe my mother is still alive even though she had died in reality long before two of my older sisters (recurring in-dream false memory).

I decide that the boarding house is probably not a good place to go (even though I seem to “remember” that I live there or have some belongings there) and instead, find myself entering a very large hotel from a side entrance. I walk up the steps to the second floor and am on my own at that point. I go into a large room just off a large hall, which seems like the place I will be living at least for a time. There are several other people around, some formally dressed in business suits, but I am guessing they will eventually leave when I decide to sleep. A man, possibly the hotel manager, comes over to collect the fee, which is two hundred dollars for four days. I see four Australian fifty dollar bills in my wallet (even though I am apparently in America) and give it all to the man, figuring I have enough time to work out where I will go from here. (For some reason though, the last fifty is only good for half a day.)

I decide to sit down on a comfortable-looking armchair (another unknown male is sitting in a very similar armchair off to my left) but I fall through the cushion and notice that the armchair is broken in a few places (though there are some random hardcover books and notebooks stacked within the chair’s frame and on the floor that were partly holding up the cushion at chair seat level - I am not sure if they are mine). Having fallen to the floor, remaining seated, I then notice that the carpet is incredibly dirty and torn in some areas and notice other details that seem to indicate that the room has never been cleaned or anything repaired. I watch a cat walking away from where I am, seeing on its back a couple extremely large fleas, at least one large louse, and a couple ticks, all nearly an inch long and bulging from their feeding; somewhat teardrop-shaped. I do not consider the unrealistic nature of the scene. From here, my dream eventually fades, but I soon realize that paying only fifty dollars a day for lodging, I cannot expect anything decent.

Morning of March 17, 2015. Tuesday.



I am a teenager again and it is probably the year 1976. It seems to be very early in the morning prior to sunrise. I am aware that a gypsy man is walking south down Highway Seventeen on the opposite side from my house in Cubitis (rendered fairly accurately in-dream, which is atypical). He is apparently hitchhiking when possible. He has his young daughter with him who happens to be my wife-to-be in the distant future though I am not directly focused on that reality. When he stops in front of the S family house, he decides to leave her at my house so that my parents can look after her until he has enough money to establish a better situation though he seems sad at having to do this. (There is no association with her mother at all.) I am not sure when he plans to return.

A semi-trailer truck stops to pick him up. The girl stands near me on the carport as the truck continues southward. My parents do not actually make an appearance at any point. Curiously, I am not that surprised by this “alternate timeline” in afterthought. A huge amount of evidence, especially including an identical drawing after that of a female classmate’s (too much detail to be by chance) as well as other drawings, poetry, and stories, and uncanny parallels to my own life, has convinced me that my wife had been remote viewing my life since her birth long before we made actual direct contact (and after we made contact, continuous unexplainable events unfolded day to day to the point where some people became angry - though my mother’s belief system on the nature of reality changed completely though in her case she was happy about it). Of course, that is only a small part of it as the girl in this dream is indeed the same one who appeared in my dreams in the actual 1970s and early photographs of my wife had confirmed this.

Oh, Joy of joys! I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, and was awarded with a nice plot-like dream!
I will separate it into little chunks.

Mafia Wife is Thirsty:

I was the New Jersey-esque wife of a Mafia boss. Just imagine that Mafia wife show, or Melissa Tomei in "My Cousin Vinny", but older. Like 40s. Skinny, flashy jewelry, tacky yet expensive looking clothes. For one reason or another, I was wandering the sewers, perhaps hiding from someone. I remember large tunnels made of cement, some rounded like a sewer, others roughly cut into the cement to create holes between on area and another.

I must have been thirsty in this dream, because if you read this you will notice a theme to this!

Suddenly, I found myself in what looked like a boiler room or 1960s control room to some factory. Everything was tightly packed together, large rectangular computer systems with gauges, buttons, and knobs on them. The walls were lined with these large computer machines, and others formed small aisles to one side. The whole placed glowed with the red of an emergency alarm light flashing, and yellow lights supplemented the red for lighting. In this tiny room, small little Dwarven men worked hard, dressed in construction gear. What they worked on specifically, I couldn't tell you. But they were the engineers who controlled the computer systems in this room. They pushed buttons, read gauges, and turned large industrial sized spigots to control the flow of, what I guessed, was whatever was puddling all along the floor.

Perhaps ankle deep, brightly colored liquid with a smoothie-gooey consistency covered the floor of the control room. Depending upon where you looked, the giant mess of liquid was different colors: orange here, purple there, yellow in the back. Throughout this puddle, swirls of white were also present.

I was thirsty. But someone was chasing me. I had no time to look for something more sanitary, or less smoothie thick. Listening cautiously for footsteps approaching the room, I grabbed out a striped straw and poked it into a puddle of red liquid. It tasted like Hawaiian Punch fruit punch. I think I knew this liquid was drinkable. But, it was a smoothie. Not very thirst quenching! I kept sucking on the straw hoping for that layer of juice that usually melts underneath the smoothie. I got some of that, but not enough to quench any kind of thirst. The little dwarven men told me to hurry up, since someone was coming. I tried as much as I could with the red punch liquid, then ran off.

Destroying property in NYC:

Next, I was with my friend "B" in NYC. I guess we decided to go there on a whim. (I live very close to "The Big Apple" IRL, and go there frequently with my friends and family.) We decided to go to a grocery store there, of ALL PLACES one could go in the big city. We were in the produce section. Suddenly my friend had a sudden desire to wreck different fresh items in the store, kind of like as a prank. A nonsensical prank. She's also vegetarian, so she may also had been doing it to teach this particular grocery store a lesson.

I didn't want to have anything to do with her prank, humorous intent or not. I didn't think it was right, and told her that we should leave before anyone saw us. I went to another part of the store, because I was thirsty, and wanted some nice refreshing fruit to quench my thirsty. I remember grabbing some white grapes. They're so juicy, of course they were going to help me out! By the time I went back to my friend. she was hiding behind a vegetable rack as some store employees were within our line of sight. I looked down, and she told me she already had started her idea. A pack of a dozen eggs lays open infront of where my friend crouched, and she had poked and crushed each one so that no one would know they were getting soggy eggs until they opened the box. I knew we had to get out of there now, so I believe we avoided the guards and ran out of the store.

My sister and her boyfriend were also in NYC, on a separate trip. As I ran ahead, I bumped into them. It was nice seeing them! I think they were trying to avoid something, or were in a hurry for some reason. My sister's BF specifically was in a rush, and felt they didn't have time to talk to me. I tried to talk them a bit, but realized I left my friend B behind. I went back to get her.

I feel we were all running from something, like we, or all of the city, was evacuating.

As for the setting of the city once I left the grocery store, I went up a stairway/escalator to the street level. Everything on the block was kind of cramped in, like I was in a clean alleyway that was closed in yet open enough to let regular ample light down to where we stood. Three tall buildings made up the walls of where we stood, and I think one of these "walls" had a stone archway in it to lead to somewhere else. I remember red doors, black metal fencing, and I think even a British royal guard with the big fluffy hats. Maybe for this smidge of my dream, I was in London!

I woke up.

As you may have seen, I was obviously thirsty for something sweet and fruity! I took a large, large swig of the Iced Tea Snapple I kept by my bed that night and went back to sleep for a little bit.

The next thing I remember is packing drinks into a soft lunchbox style cooler, because me and my sister and her BF were leaving wherever it was we were. Either that or we were packing things away to go to a drinking party. More drinks! We were in an older style house, decorated as if it hadn't been redecorated since the 1970's. Wood paneling, hurricane lamp styled chandeliers, and the colors of harvest gold and rusty orange occupied this kitchen. Linoleum flooring and particle board counter tops, yuck. I put a couple of Redd's Apple Ale into my cooler. My sister, I think, gave me a half opened Coke in an old fashioned glass bottle and asked me to try to stuff it in there with my drinks. I couldn't fit it. I think I ended up drinking it and putting the empty bottle on the counter top.

For some reason, Michael Jordan was there helping us pack various things. I guess he was our friend.

Thats about it really. I got up again, grabbed a fresh bottle of Snapple, and drank that too. I also made sure to have fresh oranges and a banana for breakfast, since I was craving fresh fruit juice!
Now I have a craving for white grapes, and a desire to have a yummy Jamba Juice.
Thats all!
END!
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Possible Inspirations:
MY UNQUENCHED THIRST!
I saw Chappie yesterday. (Screw the reviews. See it. It is awesome.), and that may explain the theme of evacuation in the dream. Also the slight British-ness of it, although the movie took place in South Africa.