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I awake in a room...
The roof is open looking up into the blazing sun seeming 2X as large as before...
The building I am is one room and barren and empty with nothing in it but a small piece of the wall were a window seems like it should be is broken open... I look around and get up off the ground and walk out through the door...
Outside is just sand and to the east I believe there is a two story house and a corn field to the north is a forest to the south is a sea and the east more desert...
I walk north towards the forest and find no way into the forest...
Footsteps... Quickly moving closer from the south... Advancing I hear a voice saying something...
A man with tattoos on his arms and looks almost exactly like kamina from gurren lagann hits me across the face than and teleports into black smoke...
"Catch me if ya can!!!" He screams from inside the forest...
I teleport in the same fashion in and dash through the forest... I run until man... He wears a golf cap and a trench coat... He puts a gun into my face and says "watch urself boy" and cocks the gun...
I look down the barrel of the gun and the gun and it shrivels out of existence...
"Ahhh,so ur the one" he says in a calm voice and straightens himself up.
"What do u mean sir..."I stand up and look him in the eye
"You should know it hehehe" he vanishes out of existence leavening a grave in his place that is illegabal...
END

I believe this is my dream guide
POWERS,
Teleportation
Matter destruction
Enhanced speed

Jan 4. 2014

Last night bed 12-1 am - 10:15 am

Had a bunch of dreams. Woke up, recalled a dream, but didn't write it down. Then had some more dreams.

DR:
I'm with classmates. My moms kitchen. Sitting down with others for some "orientation". Something goes wrong and I leave. I'm now in some water park. Thinking which water shoot I'll go down to escape. Looking inside some tubes, some are closed off.

I'm walking away by a sea wall. Want to just sit down and be looking at the ocean and sunset. But I also want to go down to the beach to collect seashells.

Classmate is running after me. Giving me some papers. A small kid is pick-pocketing me. I grab his arm and start asking who is his parent. I drag him by some people standing outside their one story houses. From the look on one guys face, and scared look on boys face I know that guy is his dad. Inside of the house a woman laying on bed is throwing up blood. Lung cancer. That's why that man sent his kid to steal. I still don't like it but now I understand. I don't know how to help them.

Final day of zombie land...
It's finally over....
The darkness fades as I awake in a hospital bed room, everything so white, sterile, shiny. I look around me to see myself surrounded by smiling faces... There are so many... People I helped... Civilians... Unknown faces... I force myself to sit up to feel a pain in my gut... I look down to see there is a huge hole in my stomach...I immediately hold my stomach as a pain starts to well up over it.A doctor comes in and immediately puts a respirator over my mouth and I get knocked out... I hear the words rest and it ends... All 71 days of this constant repeating game of survival is over and I can now rest peacefully... (This sequence of dreams ended on 8-9-13 it started on 6-11-13 making it I fall asleep here I wake up there I fall asleep there I wake up here... Many peaches are missing from this story... (Comment please if you want to know anything that happened in the dreams if you want info on what a dream sequence is ask me I will be glad to share.)

I am turning the corner into my neighborhood, I'm walking with someone, I don't recognize them but just assume they're my friend. We hear a voice call us from behind and we turn around to see. It's a male who looks to be in his late fifties. He asks us if we want to go to the acid field. We say no thanks, because he has the look in his eyes that there's creepy intent behind them. Then we start to walk towards my house again, but then he says something to us again, he says "let me give you a ride to acid field." I still don't trust him and want to go home, but my friend start walking with him, I don't want to leave her alone with him so I go with them. Then we are at this place in a hidden run down hangar. There's junk everywhere, and junk for seats. He tells us to go sit somewhere, so we do, there's about 30 other people my age here sitting, I recognize some of them from high school. We're all watching these two girls fight, and there's a pair of boy getting ready with the hand wrap to fight next. I come to the conclusion that the guy was collecting people to fight at his fight club and that I would have to fight, I looked around and saw no big competition from boys or girls so I didn't mind, but instead he sent me down this thin path that was lined with jungle, roots, vines and it was night. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but then I knew without seeing her that my twin flame was here, and I completely submitted and laid down on the path. I was going to sleep near her. Then sudden;y it was day, I got up and continued walking forward and the jungle came to an opening and it was rows of unused farmland and I saw her green tent on the left side of the path and when I saw it move I ran into the field on the right of the path and kept running. then i woke up. [what a coward]

So I did a lot of intention setting prior to bed and when I laid down I was repeating some mantras and trying to remember some of the TOTMs and what else I wanted to do. I was trying to convince myself of all of this and it seemed to just make me anxious and not be able to sleep. When I finally put my mind to rest a bit and start drifting off I could feel myself going to sleep, partial dreams and partial awake, it was very strange. My dream seemed very unstable and very chaotic, I could see buildings and objects just growing which apparently I was causing, nothing vivid whatsoever though.

I woke up many other times with just snippits of dreams but didn't really concentrate on recall since I just knew I was going to have a lucid later (which never happened). Instead I focused on getting back to sleep.

Woke with this one in the morning which wasn't really super vivid but I recalled quite a bit none the less.

I was with a DC in a car. We were headed back from somewhere but not sure where. I was in the buff for some reason but not sure why. I was very upset at my nudity and was just kinda covering as much as I could while we were driving. We ended up in a auto shop maybe a chop shop, not really sure. We stopped by the supervisor who was by a computer or something and asked about how much it was going to be to get a car that we 'aquired' fixed. The price popped up on the register as 12 thousand something maybe a 234 but not really sure about the last three digits. We continued and parked, I think I was clothed at this point or just forgot I was in the buff. There was a couple of guys working on buffing a car with a squirt bottle and small hand held buffers. We turned into the guys who were buffing and the DC I was with found my sun glasses on a motorcycle which I had apparently misplaced. Don't remember this transition but I wound up at home in a kitchen getting breakfast ready for my daughter. my wife showed up and wanted to show my step son the car we got. We went to the garage and there was a white porche sitting in the garage. She told him to take a look inside and he started to drive it, turning out of the garage. I was yelling at him to stop (not yet able to drive), he finally started to back up and I realized the car was just a Honda morano or something not amazing like a porche. He almost backed it into a wall and finally stopped. My wife began to get on him and he ran at me trying to get away, I held out my arms or hands to block him from getting me and wound up making him do some crazy flip backwards.

That was about it. Nothing too amazing, I had really anticipated a lucid last night too. Maybe tonight!

So I was having a nonlucid where I was flying, which got me lucid. So I tried to will myself to fly faster (since I usually fly slow because I get vertigo). I did a sort of superman pose, which made me feel more streamlined, so I was able to gain speed. I tried to remember a task of the month, but all I could remember was "change gender." Which is stupid. Because it's not. What happened there was I was somewhat recalling the conversation I had with CL and BrandonBoss in the TOTY thread about if it still counts to change gender for some of the fairytale tasks. Since for example, a straight guy might not want to make out with the Beast, as Beauty lol.

Anyway, in midflight I grow boyparts, and land at some random clinic. At this point I really really believe that the TOTM is to change gender and have sex. So I end up in one of the rooms, and the nurse practitioner is a petite woman in her 50's. She's attractive, so the age doesn't put me off. She asks me some medical questions while her back it turned to me, and I just strip down as fast as I can, answering her questions in as deep a male voice I can muster. But then I caught a glimpse of myself in a full length mirror in the room, and I see that I'm still female. It reaaaaaaaaaally bums me out for some reason, and I lose lucidity. Don't really remember much else.

I want to do something that I've been thinking of for a while. Sorta like a "stabilization" thing if you will, but really more of a reaffirmation of lucidity. Every few moments or so in a lucid dream, I want to have a "time out." I'm hoping this will engage my rational mind a bit more so I don't get too caught up in stupidity. I really feel like my lucids have been shaky at best lately.

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

Urban Exploration:
Part 1
After playing around on a computer at school and talking to some teachers, i decide to go urban exploring. I arrive at a place which looks a lot like where i live. Long driveway, surrounded by hilly fields and a big house at the top. As i walk up the driveway, i notice about 50 people sitting around and talking (they are all people i know). I need a group to go into the house with so some of these people will do but i can't bring all of them. I start walking around and hitting people on the head with a stick. I knocked out about 30 leaving 20 people left. I could then split these 20 up into two groups to explore the house with.

I talk to the people sitting down and they walk up to the house with me. Once there, we split up into two groups. Ben declares himself leader of a group. (Ben is a guy i know and one of the people that were sitting on the driveway). We walk into the building and find ourselves at a sort of main chamber which splits off into two paths. One path on the right and one on the left. Ben and his group go left and my group goes right. We enter a room which has a shape sort of like a octagon. Small walkways were attached to the sides of the walls which went around almost the entire room. In the middle, there was a machine on a circular platform with pipes attached to it that connected to the back of the room. Around the middle platform, there were waterways which were about 6 foot deep. These waterways went around almost the entire room except when the pipes cut them off.

As we approached the room, my stupid group decides to immediately jump into the water and start swimming. They went left around the middle and headed towards the back of the room. I went along the right wall staying on the walkway. As i approached the pipes in the back, the walkway ended and i had to start walking on the concrete which the large pipes were attached to. as i walked, my group talked about the stories of this room. It's supposedly here to take water from a lake and process it into drinking water but the previous owners used the room to kill people. I make my way to the pipes which connect to the middle machine and jump onto the concrete under them. The pipes here were elevated. They had sprinklers attached to them and constantly sprayed water below them. I quickly pass under the sprinkler spraying the least amount of water but the water it sprayed was dirty so i ended up sticking my head under one of the clean sprinklers. As i do this, i suddenly pass out.

Part 2
I wake up in the same room, except the water ways no longer exist, the room is level. There is no machine in the middle, it was replaced by a table and chairs. There are windows on the right wall letting light in from the outside, those weren't there before. Near the doorway to the room, i see my desk. As i stand up, i also see my jacket on the ground and a girl passed out near the wall. I put my jacket back on and attempt to go get the girl up but i hear footsteps so i get behind the table and look under it. One of Ben's group members is walking into the room. I relax a little and stand up, although i still have a weird feeling about all of this.

Ben's friend shouts some nonsense and Ben eventually makes his way into the room. I subconsciously dislike him now because i get a feeling that all of this is connected to something he did. He starts talking, i think i forgot all of what he said, but a van backs into the room and in it is Ben's friends dressed up oddly, like all of them are about to perform a heist or something. Ben gets into the van and says something about urban exploring and leaves.

I notice a fire in the main room. They kept it alive all night, throwing in old notebooks and paper to keep it burning. I walk over to my desk and out of habit start checking the stuff on it. I notice my wallet and check that to see if anything is gone. It really shouldn't matter since there's no way this could be my actual desk. I then start checking the drawers. One drawer has a dvd about militia from Chile and as i look at it, I enter a trance and picture myself actually in Chile watching events happen. But i shortly snap out of it and put the dvd up. The dream then ends.

Dream of: 28 December 2013 "Planting Flowers"



some dreams are more than effervescence

Although its the middle of the winter, I've taken out the lawnmower to cut the grass at my 17th Street House in Portsmouth, Ohio. I first start cutting the grass in the vacant lot next door. I even start cutting the grass in the back yard of my neighbor Bill's house. I had never cut his grass like that before. Since I have my lawnmower sitting low, its obvious that I cut his grass. I realize I shouldn't have done that because Bill probably didn't want me to cut his grass.
While I'm outside the fence behind the House, I use a little white circular machine which looks like one of the little robotic sweepers which are used inside houses. Instead of using it for sweeping an inside floor, however, I set this machine to moving out in the alley. After the machine picks up quite a few things, I bring it back into my backyard and look at it. Among the items picked up by the machine can be seen a little cup which looks as if its brand new. The cup looks designed to hold milk for a baby. I think I'll keep it. It would be usable if it were simply washed. I also see what looks like a small piece of gold about a half centimeter square.
As I'm sifting through this stuff, I look through the door in the back fence and out into the alley. Lying on the little patch of green yard between the fence and the alley are lying four large orange clay planters. Two are round and two are square, while all are about 2/3 of a meter tall. They all look in good shape. I pick up one and carry it into the House. I think its good that I've found the planters because I have many packages of flower seeds which I've possessed for years. Now maybe I'll be able to plant some of the seeds in these planters.
When I walk back out to fetch the other three planters, they've all disappeared. Someone has stolen them! I'm chagrined. When I continue looking, however, I find two of the planters, so only one was stolen. Nevertheless, its terrible that I can't even go into the House for one minute without someone stealing something out by the alley.
I carry the remaining two planters into the House and prepare to do my planting.

A bunch of colleagues and myself decided to go to the beach. We all rallied on a square/market made of different parts of my last block in Zagreb, but somehow strongly reminiscent of Rijeka. I remember Peti, Grga, and the Mihaljevic brothers, but I think there was someone else with us. We walked between the tall concrete buildings surrounding the market, and got to the other side.

We turned left past the buildings on the other side, and we were on a stone/dirt path heading for the beach. It was the same path I walked in Tomasevac, Rijeka, as a kid. The beach was very similar, but somehow different, the water was dark and looked more like an ocean, than a sea. It looked very nice but I didn’t even think about swimming as we neared it, my mind was focused somewhere else.
Suddenly I realized that I didn’t bring any swimming gear, not even a backpack. I hurried back and Grga and someone else followed me on their bikes (which they didn’t have previously).
They decided to wait for me behind the house on the corner we turned last.

I grabbed a plastic bag with my gym clothes, but no sneakers, and went back. Suddenly another colleague, Boltek, was in the group too. We went to the beach, but were in a spiraling staircase walking upwards.
It was the spiraling staircase leading to a billiards club we often went to (and hung out there quite a lot in the past). The stairs were very narrow, and the guys were making their usual snarky remarks concerning my situation.

Then, we were no Prokhorovka, a map in World of Tanks. The eastern side of the map was missing, and instead behind the tracks was the road to the beach we went through prior. We started from the north spawn, and pushed the south (the map was inverted). I was in my VK3601(H). As I pushed over the ridge I found a Sturer Emil confronting me. I flanked him, but he pinned me to the wall next to the road. As I tried to push loose, suddenly I had my hands again and, with help from Peti, tipped the Sturer over on his side away from me. I stepped over him and felt the armor plating beneath my feet bend and twist, as if it was made of tin. I was scared that I would fall through, but I didn’t. It was only up to my chest height, too.

Then we continued to the beach….

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It was quite a weird night. I had just come back from a cruise and I was in this 5 star hotel. Except one strange thing was the room was incredibly hot. We couldn't find the thermostat so we just lied there in the heat. I woke up several times and I felt I had no need to go back to sleep but to pass time til morning. I had drank a shit-ton the night before. Anyways I only remember one dream from that night

Black: dream
[COLOR="#800080"]Purple:[/COLOR] lucid

I had given unwanted sexual advances to a friend on the cruise and she was ignoring me and I felt horrible about it. For some reason I have a very foggy idea there was some part of the dream where 2 of the friends were sitting in the hotel room while I was sleeping. Anyways the first thing I remember clearly was being in my grandparents front yard. [COLOR="#800080"] I then became lucid and did not do any reality checks. I knew I was dreaming and I started trying to fly. I flew up about 30 feet in the air but I started to lose momentum and slowly fall back down towards the ground. I looked at my hands which looked incredibly realistic. I repeated trying to fly for about 15 more times then I woke up.[/COLOR]

Dream of: 26 December 2013 "Operatic Fantasy"



fantasy is the soul of freedom

I'm in a small country which is controlled by a stout black-haired dictator (around 50 years old). Having become acquainted with the dictator's black-haired daughter (probably in her late 20s) and her black-haired boyfriend, I'm able to circulate in the inner circle of the dictator.
One day the dictator approaches me. He wants to look at the colorful cover of an old LP record album of an opera which I have. We have a conversation and he gives me permission to show this album to his daughter.
As time passes, although I constantly carry the album around with me, I never get around to showing it to the daughter, even though she knows that I have the album.
One day many people are gathered outside at some sort of function. The dictator (who I think of as "the president") is inside a trailer. I'm sitting at a table when a man in a military uniform sits down right across from me. He somewhat intimidatingly begins asking me questions about myself and he wants to look at the opera album which is lying on the table. I immediately sense that I have a problem. I have the feeling that the man is involved with security and that he's trying to figure out exactly who I am. He discovers that both records which should be in the album are missing. I recall that the album was recently scrutinized by another security team, and I conclude that the other team took out the records and failed to replace them. I hadn't even realized that the records were no longer in the album. At first he's polite, but slowly turns sour, and begins an extensive interrogation.
He opens the gatefold album and looks at the liner notes, which are written in either German or French, and he wants to know what the liner notes say. Even though I haven't even read the liner notes myself, I try to explain the subject of the opera to him. I know the basic story, which takes place in Europe. I think its a fantasy, maybe something on the lines of Wagner.
I finally ask the man if he's a security agent. He gives me his name, which sounds like "Fred Thompson". I'm surprised when he tells me that he's head of security. Now I know that I'm under scrutiny. I tell him that the president himself gave me permission to use this opera. The fellow doesn't seem impressed and he doesn't appear to even believe me.
I reflect that I haven't been close to the president lately and I realize that I no longer have ready access to him. I'm going to have to deal by myself with this head of security. I notice that the album is now inside a big plastic baggie. The head of security asks me where the baggie came from and I tell him that the last security team put the album in the baggie. He seems to suggest that the baggie is an indication that I shouldn't even have the album. I continue to assert that the president himself gave me permission to have this album.
Everyone else at the table has become timorously silent. I realize that I must deal with this problem myself and that I can't ask for anyone else's assistance. I have to face this situation alone.
The boyfriend of the dictator's daughter walks up to the table and sits down right next to me. He seems like a friendly chap. I have the feeling that he thinks I'm now seeing what living in this country is really like and what the people here have to endure. I like this fellow and I say, "I've been thinking about you a lot. We should get together some day."

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Dream 1: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm on the top of a mountain and there is a lot of snow on it. I see a chairlift thingy that you can travel with from cities to cities. I tell mom that we should use it, she's quite afraid but accepts. We get on the chairlift and it's speed is really fast. I fall from it but mom doesn't so she continues her adventure without caring. [/COLOR]
Dream 2: [COLOR="#800080"]I apparently went to search for that "Aura" again. I'm in a sewer and I look around for some tubes. I finally find them and I go through them even though they're small as hell and I have no idea how I got into them. I keep crawling and there are a lot of challenges that someone forces me to do. I do them but then I suspect that if I do those challenges I'll sell my soul to satan(wut). When I wanna do the last challenge the "someone" transforms into a scissor and it keeps giving me directions on where to go and instructions on what to do. I eventually get out of those tubes and I see a bed but right when I'm about to jump on the bed someone screams loud : "EARTHQUAKE" and the ground starts shaking. I jump on the wall and start running up so I can get to the top. I get to the top and jump out of the building and I start laughing and stuff. I somehow got in the front of my high-school and there are lots of people. One of the girls tells me that her parents are really violent and that they have mental isuess and I get really sad so I hug her.[/COLOR]
Dream 3 : [COLOR="#800080"]I get out of my school and I find this green turtle. I pick it up and she bites me. I slap her a little and then she starts to get really violent. I run into my apartment complex and I realize that the turtle can't really come up for some reasons. I look at her and laugh then I go upstairs and I see Lady Gaga doing some weird music videos probably.[/COLOR]
Dream 4: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm somewhere near a river. There are colorful flowers around the river and the place looked just amazing. I ask a girl where we are and the girl says that we are in Japan. She keeps telling me stuff about Japan and then I tell her that there is a huge difference between Romania and Japan.I tell her that I wanted to move in Korea but now I wanna move in Japan. I get closer to the river and there are some weird purple tiny creatures that jump on you. (I also kind of remember something about the cherry blossoms trees, their leaves kept falling)[/COLOR]
Dream 5: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm at high-school and there seems to be a special actvity. People were crazy and kept doing all kind of weird stuff. The school looked extremely colorful. A girl tells me that we need to exchange classrooms with another class. I run fast to the other class and they have an english lesson going on. I fastly pack up my stuff and then the teacher asks if someone knows what "activitate" means in english(Activitate means activity). I tell the teacher that I know the answer but then I'm like : "Wait, I don't belong to this class" and start laughing. I walk out of the class and right when I'm at the door the teacher says: "Anna, you can tell the answer". I get back but then realize there's another Anna in the class and I run out of it embarassed.[/COLOR]
Dream 6(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]Something about me when I was in the kindergarten. I think people were ignoring me and stuff.[/COLOR]
Dream 7(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]I was in a house that looked like a mushroom and there were 2 girls in it that welcomed me.[/COLOR]
Dream 8(fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]Talking with Hathor28 and she is sick.[/COLOR]

I was at home (hometown?) and saw an old man through the window, and I thought, he shouldn't be here/there. And then, I must be dreaming! Immediately, the surrounding became darker, until I can't see anything but darkness. I was then inside our living room (hometown for sure), but surrounded by darkness, and crystalline sparks. I kept saying "Clarity" hoping that it will clear everything up, but it just got darker, and I just got confused. I also focused on breathing. As everything went dark, I thought, I must be waking up, but told myself, no way.

I was outside on the backyard. I felt like it was ours, but it doesn't look anything like it in real life. It was night or just dark. There's a small field for planting. JV's mom was working on it, tilling the soil, and I started to worry. Some things are out there that might cause harm. Some small things. After I secured my own mom, I dragged her to the sidelines and then I fought the small flying... thing. A small robot. It flew up what looked like an elevated garage. I kept focusing my powers of electricity to shoot it, but once I raised enough electricity, they turn into paper. I tried moving stuff with my mind instead. I raised metals and threw it at the robot. Eventually, I forgot all about the robot (which wasn't retaliating in any way) and I practiced my dream powers, trying to lift a heavy metal pipe with my mind. I kept failing, but eventually I succeeded, but not by much. I thought, This will be cool practicing this all the time now that I can lucid dream!

I was inside an abandoned building with others. It was night outside, and it was dark inside the building. We were avoiding some things. Bad things. Evil things. (Guh... so that's how Good Omens affect my writing...) We hurried to get out of the gate (invisible, which is quite silly) before something inside caught us. We didn't look back.

I was outside, still night. I looked back. I saw happy faces of my high school classmates (quite clear was JG's face) as if they just finished playing basketball.

Daylight. We're supposed to escape by climbing some sort of really tall statue that reaches way up in the clouds. A companion commented how there are some snakes up there now, which didn't happen before. A short scene near the beach (or the road near Victorias, where the road is elevated from the sugarcane fields on both sides): someone was walking on the fields. I was walking on the elevated area (road).

I was up on the statue. There's a platform where barrels and/or snakes roll out, and we have to jump over them and avoid them, which gets more difficult as the level increases. (I swear to gawd that's what I thought in the dream) There were monkeys somewhere here. At first I was just watching, but then I went into first-person view, and I slipped under the mouth/area where they barrels/snakes go out. I ended up outside a building, holding up a window. I had to, or else the whole factory (house like) will collapse, and all the white monkey workers inside will get crushed. After a while, I let go, and the monkeys were able to escape. The area felt provincial, like the areas I used pass by via Don Salvador Benedicto.

There's something about a chosen one, a child, but that part of the dream mostly escaped me.

Spoiler for WARNING: Violence:

I was reading a book. I'm reminded of Florante at Laura and the whole rhyming thingy. The cover's drawing looked like it was evenly spaced out trees on the water, but from a top view. It looked old, the book. I opened and read. There was a woman being threatened by a man (the drawings looked Old English, or something). The woman protected someone (the chosen one?) or some people, and the man threatened to tell the authorities (?) unless she has sex with him. I saw the line drawing in the book where the man was pushing the woman on the wall facing him, which represents him raping her (although both were clothed in the drawing, I felt the cries, despair and humiliation of the woman). Under the table very close to them are two figures hiding, one a child and the other another woman, presumably the mother. The woman was looking at them in the drawing, still protecting them. Although the rapist was looking in the hidden people's direction, it suggests that he didn't see them.

I was watching small girl (the chosen one?) talk to God (he looked and felt like the one on Facebook, but full-bodied). She was asking him questions and he answers her with funny responses. I forgot the details of the exchange.

NOTES:

I slept around 4 p.m.
I woke up around 5:44 p.m.
I meditated before falling asleep.
I was listening to Linkin Park (Hybrid Theory) and The Gorillaz playlists the whole day.
I thought about how the music I was listening to connects to my high-school memories.

Didn't sleep well, had a terrible headache.
All I remember is that I dreamt that I sent D another email, asking him to respond to me finally.
During my morning nap I dreamt of grandma visiting my parents. And grandma needed a new phonebook? So mother tells her this special phone book can only be bought at the airport around 200 miles away and therefore we need to drive there next Friday? Weird, I know.
But it gets better. I'm 30 and now I tell grandma "Thanks, no I have to spend my next weekend at boarding school because nobody will be home because of your freaking phone book.

Night of January 4, 2014. Saturday.



The setting is solely the porch of an older brother’s house in La Crosse (half-brother on mother’s side, Earl) on St. Cloud Street. I have hardly ever dreamt of this particular location, though, even though I had been there quite often. In fact, it took a moment to realize that it was not a composite. The people on the porch include me, a different brother than above (half-brother on mother’s side, Dennis), an unknown relative (but possibly either brother-in-law Verdell or aforementioned brother Earl), and eventually a younger unknown male. There are also people (police or security guards) outside about half a block away at one point, in the last part of my dream.

It is late at night, possibly just before midnight. I hardly ever have dreams about any kind of drug use (especially personal) but this one features some sort of plant that is smoked. From what I have heard/read, I have opposite experiences than others under such conditions and smoking this plant actually makes my dream more and more vivid (and realistic) and stable. I am not one hundred percent sure, but the plant seems to be called “Havarti” (or similar), which is actually a kind of cheese (yet also vaguely similar to my wife’s maiden name). Still, it is not rare for me to have bizarre forms of word misuse in my dreams, as I once dreamt that a “Jacuzzi” (hot tub trademark) was a type of human-like (and somewhat vampiric) monster. I suspect that it may be a corruption of “Havana”, a type of cigar, possibly with an Australian accent corrupting it to “Havaner”.

The unknown male mentions something to Dennis about what he is doing and Dennis seems very annoyed, saying, “There are plants to smoke besides marijuana!“ I actually attempt to smoke a cigarette of the particular plant on my own. What follows is intriguing. After a time, I blow out a cloud of fire and black smoke. Each primarily conical cloud of very thick black smoke is about two feet long and stays in the air in a near-solid but somewhat morphing impression with a narrow "band” of fire directly underneath, but sometimes more around, almost like a piece of rainbow “stuck” horizontally on the underside of the cloud at times. It sometimes vaguely reminds me somewhat of candy corn in afterthought, or perhaps fire agate, and is quite beautiful, each thick “cloud” hovering for a few minutes before dissipating. However, the point/narrower end is opposite to where I am exhaling from and circularly larger near my face, which seems wrong and reverse to what it would be otherwise (similar to if a bullhorn had the larger end towards you).

Each exhale event (which is almost like vomiting but without the unpleasant sensations), which produces the same sort of black cloud and underside-to-circular fire-banding each time, causes a very intense side-to-side vibration in my body and a strange pressure in my head (though the light and thin stream of fire does not burn coming out). (A couple of the clouds do look a bit more like floating holograms of fire agate - even with the "bubbly” surface and eventual morphing shapes.) It is almost like an actual shaking in the environment but restricted to the perception within my body only - I say this because no one else seems to notice any shaking of the porch’s floor or walls. Over time, I seem to smoke about three of these cigarettes with about four or five exhales of each, becoming more stabilized and aware within my dream each time, yet somehow still not being lucid (it is likely too vivid to be seen as a dream, eventually - it is finally easily as real as real life in perceptual terms and body awareness). I am not quite sure what to think but get a slight impression that my body is in a very “high” state of well-being regarding waves of energy moving to their most extreme distances through all tissues and outer muscular surfaces - even all of the integumentary system - very oddly, it also seems my lung capacity is three or four times what it is in real life, which is quite exhilarating when I breathe. I am not even sure why I am doing this. There was a recent dream where a seemingly homeless or poor person was trying to sell me fire agates and a few other types.

Eventually, a young male comes onto the porch. He may be as young as twelve, yet seems to be running from security guards from a business on that street, east of where we are, or perhaps police. He wants to smoke what we are smoking. When he inhales on a full new cigarette, the entire outer surface (except nearest his fingers) becomes suddenly bright red and sizzling with sparking embers - and my brother tells him to take it slowly - but the one entire cigarette had already been used up with that one act of inhaling. There is some talk about why the authorities are after him but it is not quite clear - it may have something to do with being on business grounds after hours or trying to steal something. I eventually relax more and “fade out” from my extraordinarily vivid dream. I am not a smoker (of anything) in real life.

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