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Dream 1 - 8:50AM

I'm sitting down outside a house. I see my cat Charlie with 2 others. 1 is a cat the size of Izzy and the other is fully grown. One of the cats has an extra long tongue and is cleaning one of the cats. I begin to think about the move to this new house and how my other cat Izzy will cope. Charlie comes over and greets me. I see that there's a couple planks that's being used for a walk way, which leads to around the back of the house. It's high off the ground.

Shit gets a bit trippy here. I'm inside a house and I'm seeing in 3rd person, and notice that I'm a female. The house is dark and has minimal lighting. I begin talking to another girl. I realize what's going on in this scene but myself in the dream doesn't. The other female is showing me pictures of who my family are but she isn't explaining why she's showing me these. I have a feeling she is trying to let myself figure it out. I start to think about the series called ''Revenge'' and feel that this situation is similar to the main actress of the show. I start to feel strong emotion and everything is pretty full on. I place my hand on either my body or the females body, which melts away any skin I touch. I think I hug her and the same thing happens.

I have a false awakening. I'm in the same house I was in but in the bed. I'm trying to get to sleep but getting frustrated that I can't seem to sleep. I can see text on the wall that I can control. I change the settings to see if it can help me sleep. It seems to work and I start feeling drowsy and fall back asleep. I performed MILD this morning and had trouble getting to sleep, and was becoming frustrated. This seemed to follow over to my dream

Dream 2

I'm watching a Australian Football Rules game. A controversial decision happens with the score review system. I see a replay of the footage in question. One of the teams is Adelaide. The Adelaide player isn't happy with the decision. Both teams agree to protest against the decision and boycott the game.

I walk over to where Dad's PC is and notice a large white leather coach is in front of it.

I begin to watch the game again and notice that one of players is just dancing around with the ball. I think I see water get thrown over his head. The commentators for the game say that they should cut the broadcast due to the teams now playing the game as it should.

Dream Fragment

I'm willing my self to fly down a street. It felt amazing, I could feel the air rush over me. I felt aware during this, but the lucidity didn't kick in

Side Notes

I performed MILD during the early morning, but struggled to sleep.

I'm a bit disappointed in myself for managing my time so poorly lately.
Somehow I have picked up a really bad habit of procrastinating.
And because of this I end up spending much less time on LD activities than I intend to.
I'm seriously considering to block reddit/youtube like sites for a few days a week...



I find myself on a beach. It is quite late, the sun is going down.
I should probably walk back to the hotel before it gets too dark...
Unfortunately I don't recognize any of the buildings alongside the beach.
Am I lost? How does that even happen?

Realizing that the situation is somewhat out of the ordinary I try to increase my awareness.
However, my thoughts feel scrambled. I am unable to come to a conclusion.
Now what? Am I dreaming or not? This does feel pretty real...
I decide to fall back on a more robust technique, the nose plug RC.

I can breathe normally through my plugged nose. This is a dream.
Wait really? I look at my hands and they seem perfectly normal.
I walk over to the first person I find, which is an elderly man, whom I assume is walking back to his hotel.

"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Am I dreaming?"

The man seems rather confused by my question.
In retrospect, that was probably not the most intelligent thing to do.
I decide that the answer to my question should be behind myself.
I turn back towards the ocean.

This is no longer the beach I was on previously on. This is my beach!
I must have changed scenes during the short moment when I was turning.
Sweet!

I try to remember my dream goals, and for once I actually manage to remember them!
My only dream goal at the moment is to "calm the fuck down".

(Lately I often forget to properly stabilize my dreams when I become lucid.
And then to make up for it, I rush through the dreams out of fear that they might end prematurely,
which is of course the worst possible thing to do.)

I slowly walk towards the ocean, taking all the time in the world.
The sound of the water is very relaxing, and I love the contrast between the warm sand and the refreshingly cold ocean breeze.
Eventually I take a few steps into the ocean, getting my feet wet. The water is very cold.

As I look at the stars, I feel a familiar presence.
It's Yuya! This is going to be a great night.

Ever since I found this picture and felt that it reminded me of her,
she's been playing around with hair colors a lot.
Today it's mostly orange and blue.
She can change it simply by shaking her head.
She's smiling at me the way she always does.

"Come out and play?"

At first I find it a little amusing that she phrases her question this way.
But then it reminds me of when I was very young, and I'd go knocking on the neighbours door to ask them to come out and play in the street.
Back then there was nothing to worry about, no important decisions to make.
I'd ask my friends to come out with the sole goal of having a good time.
Perhaps what I initially found a little odd, was after all the perfect way to phrase it.

This starts off a series of DEILDs.
I've written down the fragments I remember.
Unfortunately I don't remember them very well.
The last few moments before I woke up are quite clear, but everything before that is a bit of a blur.

Fragment 1:
I help Yuya prepare dinner at her place.
I'm not of much help though, given that I don't know any of the herbs and spices she has, nor the meat that she wants to prepare.
She is very patient with me, and explains how to prepare everything,
even though she knows that I probably won't remember any of it.
It takes us a good hour to prepare everything.
Liv joins us for dinner. (And there was someone else as well I think.)
Everything tastes absolutely wonderfully.
Later, I help Yuya to do the dishes.
She knows that my dream time is limited, and I can feel that it makes her really happy that I spend it with her,
even if it means doing something as mundane as doing the dishes.

Fragment 2:
In my scribble DJ I wrote "Dance" "Leaf in the wind" and "Happy".
I don't remember anything about this fragment though, and I don't recall taking these notes.

Fragment 3:
We're at a Café, sitting outside, enjoying the good weather and some amazing drinks.

Crow joins us. He felt my presence so he came by to say hi.
Since there's drinks and Yuya and Liv are here, he obviously decides to stay.
He ends up ordering something that isn't on the menu.

They bring us a plate with very small pipettes on it, all containing a small amount of a yellow liquid.
It's quite fun really, you use the pipette to place a single drop of the liquid onto your tongue.
It immediately gives you that cold chill / frisson feeling all over your body.
It also tastes rather sour. Perhaps a little like lemon juice.

Fragment 4:

Crow, Yuya and I are on some sort of airship.
It looks more like an old sail ship though, nothing like an actual airship.
Does fly rather well though, even though I'm sure this violates a few laws of physics.
According to Crow, there are very few of these, and it is very difficult to get a ride on one.
It is quite late and we all sit on the front deck watching the sun go down.
Yuya leans against me because she is really tired.

Crow is telling a very captivating story about love and betrayal.
It is quite an emotional story.
Usually his stories are about himself, and he exaggerates... a lot, I'm pretty sure he even makes stuff up on occasion.
His stories are quite amazing though, I'll give him that. Plus, he's a fantastic story teller.
I don't mind that he does this, we all know that it's for entertainment.
But this time around he claims that it is a fictional story about another person.
And then there's the way he narrates it. It is quite different. More serious, and seemingly less exaggerated.
I'm convinced that this time, he's actually telling a genuine story from his past.
The story eventually comes to an end. (It was a little sad, but I recall that there was a silver lining)

"Say, aren't you supposed to wake up or something? You've been staying for an awfully long time."
"Oh Crow... you're not supposed to remind dreamers about that."
"Why not?"
"Waking up is not something you want to think about."
"Why?"
"It could make you wake up."
"It can?"
"Unfortunately, yeah."
"That is rather inconvenient."
"It is."
"Seriously though, isn't it bad for you to spend entire days asleep so that you can be here?"
"Haha, I appreciate your concern Crow, I really do, but fortunately it doesn't work quite like that."
"I assure you, on the other side I've been asleep for a few hours at most."
"Huh, that is quite fascinating. It is good to know that I don't have to worry then."
"I'll make sure not to mention anything about waking up in the future."
"Thanks mate. I appreciate it."
"Sure... mate."

(There was a joke earlier in the dream about saying "mate", but I cannot quite recall what it was.)

"Anyways, I'm afraid I have to get going. I'm running late."
"Take care."
"So long."

Crow charges forwards and disappears in a cloud of colorful particles.
I think that's the first time I've seen him do that.
The dream is slowly becoming unstable.
I can no longer see beyond the airship.
The airship itself has also become somewhat blurry and desaturated.

Only Yuya I can still see clearly.
She seems to have fallen asleep, resting her head on my shoulder.
I can feel her chest expand against me as she breathes.
Even if it is just for a short moment, perhaps for just a fraction of a second,
it makes me really believe that she is out there somewhere, and not a construct of my own mind.
Sometimes I wish I could entertain this thought for longer, because I find it quite beautiful...

1. I was downstairs in my house. I was standing in the kitchen and found that it was my old kitchen before it got remodeled. To the right of me was the grey with small purple and white dotted counter top. My Parents both entered the kitchen and put a present in front of me. I realized that it wasn't even my birthday yet and that it was next month. I figured that this was some sort of early birthday present.
I opened the small box and ripped through the cardboard. Inside of the box was what I thought was a Samsung galaxy S5. I looked a bit closer at what this object was and found out that instead, it was some sort of PSP. It was silver and it seemed rather thick. I picked it up and held it in my hands. I told my parents that this wasn't what I wanted for my birthday, I had asked for a new long board. My dad sad, "That's too bad, you get what you get." Wtf? I became a little mad. I ask for something for my birthday and instead I get something completely different.
After the anger inside of me resided, I turned on the PSP. I started up some sort of driving game. The game had small egg-like cars with wheels on the bottom of them. I started up a race and started playing the game. After a minute of playing the game, I became so focused on it that I became part of the game. I now found myself racing in what seemed like real life, but I was still in the same cars. I saw my friend Treon and went behind him and started drafting him. Eventually I drove up to the side of him and grabbed onto his car.
I then continued to put on his car some kind of device that would teleport his car a long ways behind me. It was some kind of ability that I had picked up earlier. He got mad at me and said, "Bro, wtf are you doing? Stop it!". It was too late though, and soon I saw a stream of green lines come out from the front of his car, and then he teleported far out of sight.

2. I was inside of some kind of house with my sister. Me and her were alone in a room and we were waiting for someone. As we waited, I went to the window in the room and looked out. After I looked out for a second, I grabbed the edges of the window and took it out of its place. I took it partially out of the wall, and then I held it. I figured that the lady of this house would be coming into the room soon, so I started putting back the window in its place hurriedly.
I put the window back in, but not fully and I didn't lock it in place. I decided to put it fully back into the wall and I did so and locked it into the small holes that it had been locked in before. I finally fixed the window to the way it originally was. I remember later that the lady of the house came inside of the room and talked to us. Later, she gave me some kind of food, but really it was more of a paste. It was brown and looked like a giant glob of peanut butter, and I ate some of it.
It tasted like complete crap, and I hadn't tasted anything that bad in a long time. I walked back into the room I was originally waiting in and I spit out the brown pasty crap. The taste remained in my mouth for a while longer though, and it was really bad.

3. I was outside on a road next to a grassy field. I was with my dad and he had just washed all of my shirts. I put the shirts into a big pile on the ground, and the pile was really tall and was more like a small 15 foot tower. To my right, there was some kind of arena/enclosed camp. It had crimson walls that were around 10 feet high. I figured out that inside of the camo were what I was told, "Bad workers".
I picked up my pile of shirts and as I did I noticed that the pile was hard to carry because of its instability. Suddenly, after I took my first few steps with the pile in my hand, the top half of my tower/pile fell off and all of my shirts that were in the top half of the pile fell over the camps walls and inside and onto the ground. All of the "bad workers" ran towards my clothes and claimed them.
The Bad workers looked more like weird mummified creatures and Indians. Everyone around me condemned what I had just done and told me that I should never give the Bad Workers my clothes, and that it was a very evil thing for me to do and that it was also frowned upon. Out of no where, a voice spoke to me and told me that I had just done wrong(wtf, for dropping some of my clothes??) and some other serious talk. I had no idea why this was so bad. Especially since it was an accident.
Suddenly, I found myself in my room getting ready to go to sleep. My lights were on. I turned around and saw the camp was now in the middle of my room, the entire camp fit inside. Of course my room was now alot bigger as well. I saw a few mummies within the camp walls, and I became a little frightened. I remember seeing one mummy in specific that was just walking around, and its wraps were so dirty that they were dirty yellow in color.
As I turned around and combed my hair in the mirror, I "remembered" that all of the creatures within the walls disappear at night time, so I had nothing to worry about. I turned around once more and looked inside of the camp, and sure enough, nothing was inside. The camp was now empty and deserted. Everything became quiet. I then woke up.

I started questioning the dream in a fairly dull IRL-based scene, and then questioned why I was questioning it - but I did eventually become lucid. Once becoming lucid, however, I as Jaime immediately started looking for Cersei.

(Side note: this was an interesting level of lucidity. Fully lucid in most respects - lucid about the fact that I was dreaming, lucid about my ability to control the dream, no desire to stick to the previous dream storyline - but I wasn't lucid about my own identity. On top of that, I only started playing Jaime's role when I became lucid - up until that point I'd been my IRL self. It's standard for me to play the role of other people when I'm non-lucid, but I'd thought that conflicted with lucidity - apparently not.)

I was still in a room that was meant to represent my IRL home, but it had no doors, which I understood signified a resistance against me taking control and changing the scene. I had the feeling I had to get out in a hurry if I wanted to maintain lucidity. So I turned around in a full circle in order to create a door that would be there when I turned around again. It was a wooden door, rounded at the top, and when I opened it I saw a scene that was meant to represent my IRL neighborhood.

I closed the door, called out to Cersei, and opened it again, understanding that this will have changed the location it links to. Now on the other side of the door there's a dark stone enclosed walkway with large windows overlooking a castle courtyard. Better, but this isn't the place I was looking for. I have a mental image of a glittering gold-and-white castle that I want to get to, where I expect Cersei to be. I try again - I close the door, call to Cersei, and open it again. The scene on the other side of the door hasn't changed this time - it's still the dark stone walkway. I decide that this means Cersei must be in this scene somewhere, so I walk through the door.

Recall gets increasingly shaky after this. After walking through the castle a bit I found Cersei in the courtyard, and after a short conversation she took me to a rowboat that we'd both have to row - she gave me some explanation involving the word 'knowledge,' and I made an (apparently less than successful) effort to remember her phrasing so I'd recall it after I woke up, it seemed symbolically important. The boat carried us briefly along a waterway running through the castle, and I think I began losing lucidity at this point. There's a memory gap, and very little recall after that - before I woke up I'd wound up back in an IRL-based scene, and I'm unsure how much lucidity I had by then.

Recall no' bad - all non lucid though

My best friend form Primary school had died. I was standing in a big room thinking that I hadn't seen or spoken to him for ages, then I minded that id been talking on facebook with him. I got sad. Anyway, I had a job to do. I had a big broom and was to make the place bonny. A woman I kent fae college turned up talking really loudly, I telt her to shut up and dunted her with the broom. I then went outside and started sweeping. It had been raining and it was tricky to get the fags ends oot the road. A lad I kent told me to start sweeping inside, I telt him I wanted to finish my job.

Daft one - SElling stuff on a step outside. Two woman appeared. One was middle aged and no' bad looking. She wanted a swimsuit for her bairn. I had just thrown them oot apparantley. I had a land line outside. I tried phoning my uncle. I could hear him, but he couldn't hear me. The woman wandered off (she had tight white trousers on) She came back with a book or something. I got the phone working - My uncle didn't have the costume.

Fragment from possibly same dream where I asked a woman to guess my age - she said 40.

Another one. I came out my car which was beside a big wall with an arch. Another uncle was there. He asked if I had the new 'Space' album. I said I did. He still proceeded to look for his - so I showed him my CD box - which was left on the passenger seat of the car as per IRL. I asked if he had the single I got with it - though when I looked it turned out to be the second part of the album and had tracks listed on the back in red from track 30 upwards.

Fragments

Opening my boys bedroom door, and seeing him whizz roond his room all dressed in green jumping from wee ledges. I was a bit worried he would hurt himself.

A very promising one where I was in the car (where I do most of my RC) thinking of a dream my pals had just described. I was impressed with the detail they gave... it was something to do with an attachment on the top of a car.

One can only hope a dream about someone describing a dream is a guid sign!!

Aboard a large ship, watching as massive wooden platforms raise and lower just above and below the ocean's water level. People are on the platforms, having paid a fee to get up close and personal with some giant whales. With a 30 foot wide mouth full of sharp teeth, I am happy I am not in the water with those beasts.

All of the whales are ignoring the platforms, just bumping up against them as they swim around eating tiny whale food. The platforms are huge, so even though the people are knocked over, they don't fall into the water. The wooden platforms are being kept at just about knee deep in the water, rising only when hit by a passing whale. It is some sort of specialty cafe for people who want that sort of thing.

Then I see one of the whales bite into a platform, and pull it out from under one guy. A few pieces of debris remain floating, and the guy scrambles onto another platform. All at once, the whales have turned hostile and are trying to eat all the platforms. Another guy is standing on some small bit of board, and jumps with it onto a bigger board that is stuck to a whale's back and rides it like a massive whale powered surf board. I don't see anyone getting devoured, but it still seems dangerous.

Now aboard a helicopter sent to rescue the people in the water, we dip low enough so that the bottom of the helicopter is submerged. I am underneath the helicopter, together with about four women who have been recently rescued. All of us hold our breath as we go under. For some reason, the helicopter has to do this in order to rescue more people. It flies higher for a bit, just long enough for us all to catch our breath. Just when we start to dip toward the water again, one girl tries to radio the pilot to let everyone know it's really hard to hold our breath for so long. But before she can say much, we are underwater again. This time, there is a board right under us, and a big air bubble has briefly formed, giving us a small window to breathe again.

Flying out from the sea, we land back on shore in part of a large military building from where the helicopters originated. We clean ourselves up and prepare to go give an interview with reporters. Some workers are cleaning the rooms. One of the rooms is mine. I go in to clean up my mess, and see a few people already at it, so I leave the work to them. I help the pilots secure their helicopters using a small electro-magnetic tool that just has to be pressed lightly against many trigger points. My dad is one of the pilots, and I want to help him out. I hear it doing something mechanical, but don't really know what. Finished with that, I walk down to make an appearance with everyone, but am stopped by a reporter and her daughter. The reporter is talking in Spanish and tells me she specializes in stories like mine. I get her to speak in English, and she writes down her address for me to contact her. With, "Guten Morgen" I wave goodbye to her.

Haven't posted in a while but I guess I will be getting back into lucid dreaming

I had one dream where me, my brother, and my mom were in an old house in basically the middle of nowhere. Me and my brother were sleeping in the same room and in the middle of the night my brother starts heading over to some abandoned house about 150 yards away from our house. After a while I decide to go over there myself and I start to get ready and put on my under armor sweatshirt, put on some utility gloves and get a flashlight, for some reason I had to eat dinner with my mother after that. I got a text from my brother before I left saying some incomprehensible gibberish and that he killed a man. I started to say the next line of bohemian rhapsody but then I woke up. to someone texting me, which probably accounts for the text in the dream.

26.08.2014

Futuristic tiny homes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving a car, apparently, I was going to visit a friend who moved in town into some futuristic but very affordable homes. I was lost and the GPS was not working well. Also, I was in a neighborhood which roads were very steep and massive turns. For some reason, I was driving like a maniac, but when I tried to drive slower, the car just did not obeyed me, but I managed to park.

I got inside a round building, very futuristic, looking something like this, but without the stairs and much bigger:







I was with my wife and we were going to help the friend move. The building on the inside had brown carpeting and it did not have windows, despite on the outside seeing windows. The elevator was tiny, but when you got in, it was huge.

Once I got into the building, it had stairs going in many directions,similar to the bizarre room, something like this (ignore the persons in it)







But with brown and lots of carpets.

There was a big closet on the outside and I grabbed a couple of those blue Ikea bags, full of stuff to move into the house as well as some suitcases. We were going to call our friend, but he was not at home, but the door, more like a hatchet, opened and we got in. The home was very small and it was round as well. I could see the kitchen from the outside and it was all made of stainless steel, including the table and the food, lol.

I wandered around the small living room and it had a window where I could see a massive downtown (and those were not there before) I then noticed a huge computer screen, that said that there were 3 bags inside the home and room for 19 more bags. I was surprised that the house knew what was inside. I lifted one bag and I could see that there were 2 bags. I also noticed that this screen was counting the guest at the house and said that there were room for 3 more guests. Weird stuff.

At the end, I noticed that there was a huge engagement ring connected to this machine. The diamond was about two inches long and very heavy. My father in low appeared out of nowhere and said, "Thats a ring!" I told him that those friends were very of the show off type in addition of being in the very upper class and they could afford it.

Dream - Lucid

The only thing I remember about this one is that I was in a dark bedroom at night, and I wanted to leave to go to a different apartment. Something about Cherie' and Jeremiah being there as well, or they were on their way. I thought about Cherie', Dallas, Jeremiah and I all sharing the same bed. Something about me trying to get Dallas to leave with me. He was in the living room.

~

I was going to a dealership to purchase a car. I thought about how my husband had just done the same. I got out of my car and went inside. The showroom had a few cars on display in it. I saw the one that I was going to purchase. It was the exact car that Dallas got, but instead of a dark metallic grey/silver, it was slightly darker in hue. There were many salesmen in there. Mine finally found me. He was an older man with greying hair and a grey beard. He greeted me and we went into his office. I sat down at his desk across from him. He had the results of my credit check. He said they were bad. He handed me the paper, and on the right side there were some numbers, the last one being the amount I had to pay each month. I only had to make payments of $37 and some odd cents every month. Wow! My credit must not be that bad. I told the dealer that my husband had to make payments over $300 every month. My credit must not be that bad for such a seemingly low APR. I thought that maybe it was because Dallas had an accident that was his fault, and it upped his APR.

I then realized I needed to transfer all my things into the new car and someone would have to drive the old one home. I got out my cellphone to call Dallas, but I then realized that I didn't have anyone's number anymore. I guess I got a new phone with the car. I went to my new car in the parking lot. It was dusk. I sat down in the driver's seat. I saw how the dash looked exactly the same as Dallas's car. I knew it would drive the same as well. I thought about this, thinking maybe I should have gotten something different to mix it up a bit.

I was then at the house I grew up in, sitting on the couch in the living room. Courtney S. was sitting next to me. She had what looked like this HUGE spider. I freaked out; I hate spiders, but she told me it was some kind of cat spider? I then looked at it again, and it looked like a Siamese cat/tarantula hybrid. I started to pet it somewhat cautiously, but she seemed to like it. I asked Courtney S. if it was poisonous, and she said yes. I was careful to pet it the right way so it would be happy and not bite my hand. It went to the other side of the couch, hidden from view, and then came back and just looked like a white piece of paper with fold lines on it. It then moved, and was the spider cat again.

There was also another spider cat, though I can't remember the breed. I was petting it also, now on the floor of the living room. At some point after that, Courtney S.'s cat spider bit me on two of my fingers. I told Courtney S., and asked if there was anything I needed to do. She said no, my fingers would just get kind of swollen. I imagined this happening.

Monday, 25th August 2014

Moon Cycle:New Moon in Virgo

Tarot card of the Day: Ace of Cups

Mayan Calender:Blue Cosmic Storm

Nostril less blocked on awakening: Right (Masculine,left brain,logical/analytical)

This dream occoured on the start of the New Moon on Monday when my girlfriend,myself and two other friends (another couple) decided to hike up one of the nearby mountains and camp out in a secluded cave for a night of shamanism and star-gazing.

As the clear,still night fell we all consumed a small amount of plant medicines in the form of a tea (San Pedro and Psilocybin).
The effects where felt, although very mild.
We made a fire and began telling stories,playing music and chanting before falling asleeping just before the crack of dawn.


Dream:

I'm speeding through a city which resembles my hometown on my black Enfield motorbike, still on the initial lucidity realization high. I feel confident and invincible...there seems no reason to stabilize the dream.
(ln retrospect I should have, as I only maintained a surface level of lucidity)

I weaved through traffic, knocking pedestrians and cars to pieces knowing that no real bodily harm could transpire.
Or could it?
I asked myself the question while taking a particularly long and wide corner and the mental doubt caused the tires to slip from under me .
I began to slide with my right leg being dragged underneath the bike.

Swiftly I jumped up and let my bike continue to slide away while i scurried to my feet.
"it's just a dream,its just a dream...",I reminded myself.

There was a feeling of angst that the dream was about to end, which caused my behavior to become erratic and crazy to say the least.
Even though I was conscious and somewhat lucidly aware,it was as if my primal male instincts took over and I was observing my dream body on auto pilot.

I saw a frozen yogurt cafe on the sidewalk where I just had crashed and sprinted into it in a frenzy.
Jumping over the counter where various cakes and sweets where displayed, i proceeded to stuff as many flavors of frozen yogurt in my mouth using the cooling dispensers which lay along the far wall.

"What are you doing?",the cashier shouts from across the other end of the room.
"Whatever I want!" I reply in a commanding tone.

I double take at the cashier and notice she is extremely attractive.
Curly brunette hair ,deep brown eyes,olive skin, curvaceous body and full lips.

My "cave-man" mentality at the time gets the better of me and I grab her by the arm and pull her into the back room.
Strangely she complied without any resistance.
The erotica that ensued was very intense,fast paced and primal...with ripping off clothes, loud shouts and groans and the collision of sweaty bodies... often being thrown around the room.

Then she uttered something in my ear...
"Remember what you are here for...."
I was struck by a sudden clarity and lucidity again.
"The dream task!"I exclaimed.
I left the sexual escapades in the back room and ran outside.

Many dream characters where sitting on the sidewalk in the sunshine drinking around round white tables.
I took a seat at one of them and asked a chubby short man to tell me a foreign word and its meaning.
He replied in something that sounded similar to Spanish.
I then asked a middle aged lady sitting adjacent to him the same question,and she replied in what I could make out to be a French accent.

Upon awakening I was unable to recall the words or their meaning...only the unique accents in which the DC's spoke.
Arg.

Almost!

My family was living in some kind of communal shelter after a natural disaster had struck our home. I cannot recall what the disaster was, but it was pretty widespread, having taken out a very large area of land and severely damaged the global economy. I think that it may have been an asteroid strike.
We were living out of a mobile home, and I was tasked with riding around the community to fetch relief supplies, and trade with the other people in the community. Most of the other people living here are also living out of mobile homes. Some have tents as well.
I can remember the community being set up near the freeway. There were hardly any cars on the freeway, though, occasionally there were some military convoys or supply trucks would come. It felt like we were close to home (In Michigan.)
I went to the 'back' of the community that ran into the wilderness. I can recall their being a river there, actually two rivers that converged. There were also large sandy slopes in the hilly topography of the woods. (Sand dunes=dream sign).
My parents were talking about how they wanted to build their new home right in this area where the three rivers meet. They talked about how they had met with a contractor and showed me a concept sketch of their new home. It was a modern, exotic design, like falling water that we were going to live in.

Somebody was showing me an alternate ending to Avatar: The last Airbender. I cannot recall every detail but Aang arranges a duel with Azula on a small island. The island is small, and has a tropical forest on it, with a tall wooden pagoda with red roofing tiles in the middle. Azula does not go crazy in this ending, and Aang knows how to bring out the Avatar state at will.
They start fighting and rush one another with fire, Azula using her trademark blue fire attacks. They blast one another and cause an explosion, blowing both of them back. Azula unleashes another fire blast and Aang uses airbending to jump above it. Azula follows using a firebending jet-pack. Aang loops around in the air and uses an air whip to send Azula flying back toward the ground. She lands on the beach of the island, making a rather large crater in the sand. She gets up and prepares to preform a lightning attack. Aang comes down and dodges. When he lands on the beach, he preforms an earthbending attack that causes Azula to fly out over the water and skip across the surface like a rock.
Aang makes an ice surfboard and chases after her. It's implied that the fight continues for awhile longer, but I cannot recall what happened after that.
...
The first thing I can recall was being on the beach, lucidity was clawing its way into my brain. It felt like I was on the island that the duel had taken place on. Manei is there wearing this very strange looking outfit that is something like a scuba suit, with this blue and white swirly pattern all over it.
I look around, and there are many other people on the beach, all of them wearing these scuba suits. As I look around, I see people taking them off and putting them on. They seem to be unisex, and very large when taken off, shrinking to accommodate your figure. They seem to come off in six parts, two legs, two arms, upper and lower body, and when they are taken off they become dark grey.
Manei explains that these are special, high tech suits that reveal your ora or your personal energy field or some such spiritual nonsense, but they only work if you put them on, then swim in the ocean. She takes me over to a booth where you can ask to borrow a suit. I can recall there is a card table set up and someone sitting at it. Underneath the table are six bins, one for each part of the suit.
Then something strange began happening. I noticed behind the table there was another table, with someone tied to it face down. Wearing one of the suits, but missing the right arm piece of the suit. The pattern on the suit was moving and changing colors in places from green to red and back again. The boy, who had spiky brown hair was shaking, and looked to be in a lot of pain. He was shaking and gritting his teeth as if he were having a seizure. There was a small open cut above his right eye.
I asked the person at the table what happened to that guy and they wouldn't respond.
He looked up at me, and just stared at me for a second. I didn't recognize him, and I was waking up. I just looked into his face, looking at the white under his iris. (The way people look when they are straining to look upwards at someone.) I could feel some kind of energy coming off of this dream character. I felt like he was causing me to wake up.

26/08/2014

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I remember being with my dad on some obstacle course over a river. There were many dangers. Rapids, crocodiles, and mountain lions. They were always taunting us along the river. I think I've actually been to this section of river before in another dream.

Eventually we got to some wooden platforms we had to climb. I climbed up first, but then a crocodile attacked my dad. Many more crocodiles started attacking him, too. There were also mountain lions attacking. I tried to do everything I could do to save him, but it was too late. I then tried to revert to a previous point like in ksp, but I couldn't. I was more saddened than frightened.

I had one dream where my hair was all nasty and would screw up every time I tried to fix it, and it was extremely annoying until I found an afro pick and fixed it. (I've got curly hair and I can't WAIT to get my hair cut short)

I had another dream where I was irl with an internet friend of mine, and we were chilling and just got off school, I also noticed his fan had an anime girl on it which was weird because he hates anime.

The third dream I had that I remember was that my bathroom was cold, which it isn't irl because only my room and my dad's room has a/c.

OH WAIT! I had another dream. I was at the community center in my neighborhood, pretty late at night. There was this older guy, kinda strong with a beard (looked like stannis baratheon with a beard) and he was talking to my friend, he was like his mentor or something. I remember walking home from there and later calling my friend asking him if he wanted to hang out (and I remember trying to find my phone before time ran out because it was getting late) my friend said yes, but we never hung out. I remember coming home and there were 3 dogs waiting for me (i want dogs but dont have any). They were chocolate labs, and the third one was really bulky and a male the other 2 were regular females. Also in that dream I was still in my old room with my bunk bed (my room circa 3+ years ago). Then I remember being at my mom's house and my cat was huge (shes a kitten right now) and I was playing with her and she attacked me but it was real instead of play and it woke me up (hey, the cat was HUGE in the dream!)

Yeah, last night was just some random fragments. Like, I was in a class for something, and they handed out some kind of food. I bit into it and almost immediately spit out snakeskin. And I think that was the fragment where I got arrested at some point and sentenced to 20 yrs in jail. For the life of me I can't remember why.
Then there was one where I was in a bus, watching some animal get attacked by dragons. They killed it and then came after me. I've no clue how they even saw me. But, they dragged me out of the bus and started biting and scratching me. I think that's when I woke up.

Morning of August 26, 2014. Tuesday.



This is one of those typical dreams of discovering a hidden or previously unexplored room in the house, more common since around age thirty or so. Such rooms are usually filled with things previous tenants had left behind, usually intentionally (implying they had been discarded or forgotten about) although sometimes items are still possibly wanted but yet unclaimed. The items are often old books (often paperback novels), post cards, documents, letters (in envelopes), receipts, order forms, old newspapers, family photographs, notebooks and binders, comic books, and so on, but often with other items such as random knick knacks, and even clusters of plastic flowers or old automobile tires and sometimes clothes.

This dream slowly moves into that theme when I go to find a bathroom in the house we are living in now and discover it is very different and seemingly more in the central area of the house. As I go down to use the toilet, I start to contemplate whether or not it is actually a toilet - as it consists of a large rock-pool-like area under the floorboards (which for a short time seems like some sort of potentially partly dysfunctional temporary plumbing). The water is flowing southward, mostly under a smaller horizontal recess or alcove, and I get the impression of exploring the area since there soon seems to be a larger cave-like recess after a time (as if the environment is gradually changing as I watch - it even seems a bit mystical for a time). Soon, there are several other people around, mostly unknown, a few possibly relatives. My wife eventually comes into the large additional room that I go into that now suddenly seems fully accessible even though it had not originally seemed to have a doorway anywhere. As I do not recall having seen this (fictional) room under the house before, I decide to see what it is about.

There is first concern about water damage to anything that was there for so long, as the room is apparently filled with water much of the time, but oddly, this is not the case. There are a large number of paperback books in at least five rows on one large longer shelf to the right of the entrance and a few other areas with storage boxes and single shelves. There is a series of vases with plastic flowers on the opposite end. There are boxes of documents and old receipts and a lot of old magazines, the columns of boxes filling much of the large room mostly about three-high (and there does seem to be a few old clothes here and there, some sticking out of the boxes). Annoyingly, yet creating an atmosphere of humor in-dream, I ask “Where are the comic books?” One unknown female seems amused by what almost seems like fake anger on my part. However, I am actually disappointed that out of hundreds of magazines and old newspapers and documents (as well as all the paperback novels on the larger bookshelf) that there are no comic books, although it is eventually thought there are random ones here and there below other items.

I then look over some of the paperback books in the bookshelf. A lot of the books seem to be in a series, most about a particular animal. A couple of the books remind me of “Halic, the Story of a Gray Seal” by Ewan Clarkson, which I had gotten on my eleventh birthday yet did not read until several years later (just prior to my family moving to Wisconsin again). They seem to be a continuation of the story (the focus possibly also related to having seen last night with my wife Slicker the seal in the 1941 movie “Topper Returns” which also featured hidden rooms).

Oddly, I notice that, in every paperback novel (each of which has a few simple sketches here and there, mostly of a particular animal, some images just a head profile) two or three letters of every line is missing along each margin on every page. Some of these missing letters had been filled in rather sloppily in pencil by the previous owner of the books, but fairly sparsely. This is also the way they were published - by intent. Apparently, you have to pay a fee by some sort of subscription membership where you then receive lists, over a longer time period, of the missing letters so that you can write them in and more easily read the contents of the book. It is also implied though, that some of the letters are based on the answers to related simple “puzzles” you have to buy additionally in other books or single documents. This sounds to me like some sort of idiotic scam for simpletons, vaguely reminding me of the fairly common but fake “code-breaking” tasks where you just copy letters from the given numbers rather than having to solve anything. I am annoyed by the books being like this, but there is not much I can do except wonder if the lists of missing letters are in a box somewhere in the cellar-like room - or - I could possibly work out most of each page without any aid. (For some reason, it also vaguely makes me think of cryptic puzzle contests where the supposed “answers” are written afterwards so that less or no prize money needs to be distributed based on the “answers” that were sent in by the public.)

There are also a couple piles of PAIA (Pan-American-Indian-Association) newspapers, some of which I had never seen before.

This is based mostly on real-life associations. I often see newspapers in archives where a word or two is missing from every line along a margin in the graphic images (rendering it mostly unreadable and pointless), caused by a curve in the paper when on the scanner and the person not bothering to make sure it is flat.