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Dream fragment: I remember racing around an unfamiliar office and I was kind of sliding on air at high speed past some coworkers, but at one point I seemed to loose momentum in front of someone near a piano. I also remember something about going around the world, but that was more cartoony, like in a Wii game I have called Exerbeat, where going around the world is used to track one's progress. Some women said that they did not know one could go only partially around the world and did not need to do it all at once.

Back again to my desert planet. The second dream I had was very brief and it sort of carried over to my third dream so I'll add them both together.

Second dream: I appeared out in the middle of the desert. Dark golden sand dunes spread out as far as the eye could see. There was some sort of military operation going on. I found the entrance to a simple bunker, heading down beneath the surface. Some camo tents were pitched around it. I was following some soldiers. We hopped onto some ATVs and took off away from the main site. A dust storm started to pick up and the last thing I remember was riding through it.

Third dream: Again I was out on those dunes except this time there was a battle going on. There were actually groups of boulders scattered around the area so I ducked behind some of them to stay out of sight. It really was the most ridiculous thing. An army of midgets were fighting against Nazis. I was transported to another area with a group of women and children. The area we were in was more rocky. Light reddish dust stirred up underneath our feet. Rocks surrounded us, from pebbles to a small mountainous area of dark brown and black stone. It was my job to get the women and children to safety, away from the battle. One soldier had followed to help me. We ran. I was in the lead, he brought up the rear.

Out of my peripheral vision I saw some black shapes start to appear from behind the boulders we passed. We stopped and stared in horror as a group of dog-sized cockroaches started to scurry in our direction. The soldier bade me to take our group and run, saying he'd stay behind to try and buy us time. I didn't want to leave him, but I had no choice. The women and children came first. As we took off again I could hear his screams. I didn't have the courage to look behind me, knowing what I'd see.

I felt a sense of urgency niggle at the back of my mind. We were being followed again by something else. I ushered my group into a cave. It was dome-shaped inside, with ledges carved into the rock like shelves. We climbed as high as we were able and perched on them. No sooner had I ascended two velociraptors came running in. They hissed and tried jumping for the ledge I was on with another woman. We backed up as far as we could, just barely missing their snapping jaws. In the entrance to the cave I noticed a large shadow. As it traveled closer I'm sure my eyes widened comically as a huge Predator appeared, decked out in gear and weapons. With his combi-stick he quickly dispatched the two raptors and stood still waiting for the women, children, and I to climb down from our ledges. I knew he wasn't going to harm us. I walked up to the Predator and thanked him. I woke up after that.

I told this dream to a coworker, and apparently the females in her family had an uncanny knack for interpreting dreams. I was confused by it, until she pointed out some things. I can say that once the dream was interpreted I felt very vulnerable, as it alluded to my childhood. It was interesting to realize how obvious the symbols were. I suppose it's easier for someone else to see things you cannot.

Well, I should be doing h/w but I distracted myself. I suppose it would be best to actually get it done so I can get some sleep. Until next time.

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Jan. 21, 2003:
I've been studying that so much I dream about studying for it. I had a nightmare the other night that I was taking the Art History exam and they'd invented a brand new type of architecture that was on the test.

Feb. 15, 2003:
I had this dream about a farm, only the farm was failing and everything... it was like everything was going to hell, and nothing was working out... all the the buildings around it, etc., were failing... and it worked like a sort of medieval manor and everything, well, we were under attack by enemies, to boot, and had to keep retreating, losing more and more land, and then there was a flood the destroyed all of the crops.

As for the family... there was the dad, who in the dream was 'my' father, and he was a real jackass, and he ran the farm/manor like a dictator, and then there was his younger brother, aka 'my' uncle, who was this little bald man with a deformed back, but he was very crafty, very shrewd, and knew a LOT more about what was going on than the guy supposedly in charge... and then there was 'my' sister, who was like drop-dead gorgeous and was marrying some nobleman... and then there was me. Boo, me. I found out that not only was I not getting ANY inheritance, 'my' dad was paying for her education but not for mine, and it made me insanely pissed off. That and I had fallen in love with some guy who was supposedly of a "lower" class than me and therefore 'my' dad was incredibly disappointed in me and thought I was a failure or something.
And, of course, there was a flood. And we got attacked, and buildings were abandoned, and the peasants starved and whatnot.
I guess this wasn't a very cheerful dream...

Date: 11-26-13
Technique(s) used: WBTB
Time: 2:10 - 5:57 AM
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The scenario started out with me in an apartment, with my mom. It was a junky looking place, paint peeling off of walls.

I went outside, and checked the town out. It was a bright day, possibly the middle of the day.

Soon enough I got lost within the labyrinth of a place, and tried ot make my way back. The route I'd chosen to go back home took me through a run-down section of the town. Old houses, worn with age, plagued the area; It made me think that this was a boil on the town's face.

I tried to ask some people as ot where the apartment complex was but nobody was able to speak english; they all spoke in a language I'd never heard before. Puzzled, I make my way through the maze, and eventually find my way back.

Night had fallen the instant I stepped inside. And what was waiting inside, but a trusty dog. It was not a golden retriever, however - this one was a keshond. It greeted me, and I took a seat on the floor.

The dog layed across my lap, and I stroked its long, black fur. I eventually heard a knock on the door, and went over to answer it.

When I opened it, I walked into another dream.
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I walked into a large house, it looking much cleaner and newer than the apartment. Stepping inside, I could smell the fresh country air leaking in from the windows.

I heard footsteps around the house soon after. Panicked, I swiftly made my way out of the complex, but not quick enough to see, out of the corner of my eye, a woman.

She was a medium, I knew that instantly - how, exactly, I could not figure out. In fact, I'm still perplexed as to how I knew such.

As I made my way down stone steps to the road, I hear from the back of me, "Do you know whos scizzors these are?"

Curiosity overtaking me, I look over my shoulder. Instantly, I felt a sucker punch to my emotons as I whisper every so quietly, "Oh my God."

The pair of safety scizzors belonged to a friend I had a long time ago - one of the only ones I'd had at the time. I'd moved away, and never heard from him again.

Warm tears began to streak down my face as I stare up at them. It was small, but I could clearly see the scizzors. She began hurriedly walking down the steps, saying somehting about the hospital, but my emotions had completely overtaken my body; I was frozen in place.

I shut my eyes to wipe the fluid away, and therein changed the scenario.
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In that instant, I was inside of a van, which was pulling up to a flat house. I got out, and inspected the outside. My mission was clear: I was to plant a device in this persons' house without them knowing. It was their birthday, and we wanted to discreetly let him know we had a party planned.

I walk up to the house, and quietly open the front door. I dive for a counter, hiding behind it, as he'd come to inspect why the door was open.

I make my way to the east side of the house, going for a corner. I planted the device on a windowsill, being careful to balance it. It was a birthday timer, set to go off at 12:00 AM, which was approaching fast. It was going to shoot off tiny fireworks, set off sparklers, and so forth.

I make my way out of the house slyly, being sure to quietly shut the door. There were more people outside now, several cars litterred the frint yard. People waited outside, drinking some sort of alcoholic drink that was red at the bottom, and yellow on top. When offerred one, I turned it down.

We all began to count the seconds down. Ten, nine, eight, so on and so forth.

The device goes off, and we could hear tiny bangs echo from the house. It had worked.

We all flooded in through the door, and began to celebrate.

I soon woke up after being hugged and kissed on the cheek by the birthday kid.

My third lucid dream.

Waking Life
Non-Lucid Dream
Lucid Dream

I was in a room filled with tables. All the tables had jigsaw puzzles on them. I look under a table and see a photograph album I'd been looking for in real life. In it was a photograph of me, my sister, and her fiend. I don't remember seeing any other photographs. I put the book down and my sister comes in and starts getting upset with me. I leave the room and watch a television programme with my mum. It's a documentary about Greece. My mum says she thinks Greece is beautiful. For some reason I disagree with her, even though I believe it is quite beautiful in real life.
The television then switches to a programme based off of Hercules. Hercules is fighting a thuggish biker. After the fight they both go to the bathroom and then immediately walk out again. The thuggish biker then challenges Hercules to another fight but Hercules refuses.
The dream then changes to me as a cartoon character in a school. I am a new student there, so I don't know anybody in the school. A boy befriends me, and we start talking about mobile phones. A reporter for the school newspaper named Pauline overhears our conversation. She asks me what I think of mobile phones and I say the cases are nice. She gleefully writes this down in a notepad, presumably for the school newspaper. Later, she repeats the same question to me. I say that the numeral keys are nice. She writes this down as well.
My new friend starts getting agitated that I keep talking to her. Later on, she repeats the same question to me for the third time. I tell her I think the screens are important. Once again, she writes my answer in her notepad. My friend remains agitated. She comes over to me later, and I answer her question before she asks it. I say that I think touch screens are preferred to physical buttons by the majority of people. She claims opinions on this matter are too subjective, shakes her head and walks away.
My friend starts talking to me again. He asks me if I named myself and I tell him no, my parents named me. Suddenly a large boulder crashes through the door. In front of it is my teacher, running away from it as fast as possible. She dives out of the way, and I realise the boulder is heading straight for me. My perspective changes to a view of me from the side. I see myself crouch down and stick my arm in front of me. Green energy emerges from my extended arm, striking the boulder and shrinking it down to the size of a pebble. I then stand upright and crush the ex-boulder with my foot. The whole class stares at me.
Suddenly the scene changes. I see myself and all of the students from my class being transported in a large cage pulled by a lorry. All of the students glare at me. I hear the driver say "Hmm... I wonder where the field is.".

I also have a dream fragment from the same night. I remember suddenly becoming suspicious that I was dreaming. I ask myself if I'm dreaming and do the basic reality checks. I examine my hands. My left hand has no fingers. My right hand looks normal. I plug my nose and try to breathe, and discover that I can. I am now fully aware I am dreaming. The excitement is too much for me, however, and I wake up.

Dream of: 22 November 2013 "Lord Of The Fiasco"
My father and my sister have come to visit me. I'm not sure how to entertain them, but we descend to my large basement where I think I might show them a movie on the television there. I look through a bunch of DVDs which I have and I decide I might show them The Lord Of The Rings. I have two versions of the movie. One is the more recent version, while the other version is an animated movie which was produced about 20 years ago. It seems as if I only have copies of the newer versions in foreign languages and not in English, but I think the older animated version is in English. I dig out the older movie, stick it into the DVD player and turn it on.
The television is somehow connected by a wire to a series of five light bulbs in the ceiling and the screen of the television is rather strange - its about two meters wide and about a half meter high. After I turn on the television, however, the screen suddenly changes to be about two meters high and about a half meter wide.
We watch the movie for a short while until the screen suddenly goes blank. We can still hear the sound, but we have no picture. I'm not sure what's going on. We continue to listen to the sound for a little while, but I'm not even sure that my father and sister are enjoying the movie anyway. This is turning into a bit of a fiasco. I start looking around and try to figure out something else to watch.

Dream of: 19 November 2013 "The Wind Of Death"


I'm in Portsmouth, sitting in a house from whose window I can look out across the bottom lands of the Scioto River to West Portsmouth on the other side - several kilometers away. A tornado appears to be developing on the hills above West Portsmouth. I first see a big black cloud and then three funnel clouds which drop from the black cloud toward the ground. The funnel clouds appear to be headed toward Portsmouth. I suddenly remember that my brother Chris (1957-1974) is in West Portsmouth in a house which is right in the path of the funnel clouds. I feel bad, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I see that the funnel clouds are headed straight for the house where Chris is. He's probably being killed even as I sit here and watch. Its hard to tell.
The interior of this house where I find myself is similar to the House in Patriot (the home in Patriot, Ohio where my maternal grandparents lived when I was a child). My grandmother Leacy (1901-1972) is here in the house with me. I tell her to head to the basement. The funnel clouds are racing across the bottom lands right toward us and I'm getting ready to run to the basement myself. I can already feel the wind inside the house as my grandmother scurries toward the basement stairs. She's having difficulty going down the stairs. I also head toward the basement stairs.

Dream of: 18 November 2013 "Auto-Pilot"
I'm piloting a small plane from the northwest United States toward Ohio. Another fellow is in the plane with me. Most of the time I put the plane on auto-pilot, although sometimes I'm actually guiding the plane. I can see a road down below which the plane seems to be following. I'm amazed that I can simply push a button and that the plane will simply fly by itself and follow the road. We fly over hills and forests until we finally fly right into the center of a large city. I'm frightened when the plane - on auto-pilot - heads straight toward a tall skyscraper. Just as we are about to crash into the building, the plane comes almost to a complete stop, then loops upward and backwards and all the way around up higher. The plane performs the loop twice until it flies over top of the building and moves forward. Its almost as if the plane has a mind of its own.
As we continue flying, I fall asleep several times. I don't even have to worry about it. Nevertheless, since I can't understand how the plane is able to fly by itself, I do worry.
We finally pass over a city which I at first think might be Columbus. When I see a large river flowing through the city, however, I conclude that the river is the Ohio River and that the city must be Cincinnati. I think we're getting closer to where we want to go and that we'll soon be landing.

Date: 11 Nov

Pre bed: 200mg val

Wbtb: 1/3 latte

I remember the previous dream and then from the middle/extended end of this one.

DILD: I am now on some unknown streets, it's a bright day. There is a plot going on, but I also know that I am dreaming. A girl maybe school age is my companion and this guy is waiting to meet us? in the middle of the street. I have the feeling that the dream is coming to an end, so move around quickly and try to absorb as much as possible.

I go in a small store where they sell clothes, but these clothes have special magical properties, like they can change your shape and turn you into animal. I feel the guy is waiting for me outside, so decide to ignore the magic items and go look for him. But when I do go out, the entire street has changed and he is no longer there. I am sad that I missed him. I remember trying to call him to come back but no result. I shortly contemplate whether to go back to the store. What was I supposed to do? Meet someone?

The girl from the earlier part now comes from somewhere and I finally remember that I was supposed to ask a question. At this point there is the realization that I had many chances to do so, yet always forgot to. I take it slow and ask the question - what are you thankful for, and become all ears, trying not to influence her answer. She opens her mouth and only some gibberish comes out, I can't make any word from that. I ask her again and she starts laughing maniacally. That pisses me off because I still expect to hear a normal answer. In the end she blurts out: "Are you deaf or what?". Her eyes seem quite lively but I have no explanation for this behavior.

Once again, I get the feeling that the dream is thinning out and look around wondering what to do and where to go. I remember that I wanted to go for Toty, but feel like this is the end of the journal entry where one finally figures out what to do at the moment the dream ends. I reckon the dream won't allow for any Toty completion at this point, so try to make the most of whatever dream time is left and look around. It's the like the main shopping street of a small town and for some reason, the area (I can't recall if it was) between stores or a mini street where I can see is more sun-lit, it looks extremely appealing to me and I decide to go there.

I know that I am on borrowed dream time and I try to take in whatever the dream offers. It's a small park type of pond, mostly dried out, but in one end is an indescribable large fountain with lots of jets beautifully arranged around the center. It undergoes some sort of transformation to become like the shape of a large oak tree made of ice. The texture is like a mix of slowly flowing fountain water and ice.

I look around and notice how on the surface of the dried out pond now there are scattered small pieces of ice and can see the reflection of the sunlight in each one, it's amazing. And as I scan the surroundings, I notice my special friend sitting near the other end of the pond. He is looking down, as if reading a book and I call out his name. He sees me and comes closer. Meanwhile, I notice that I am chewing a stupid gum and spit it out, but can still feel it in my mouth, ignore. In the last moments I manage to steal from this dream, we hug and try to ice-skate on the surface of the pond, towards the ice oak tree. The alarm wakes me up, recall is hard.

I was playing a fighting game through an arcade cabinet. It is definitely the SNK classic Samurai Shodown (the spelling irritates me too), but some new version that doesn't exist.

I insert a quarter. I think I'm playing someone over a connection, and the clarity and authenticity of the sprites is a little amazing for a dream (or maybe I just played that game way too much). But what really struck me now was that it felt more like I was playing the game than watching me play the game, and I'm reacting to the screen. The "other" guy won because he exploited a glitch to score the last hit.

I insert another quarter. The game characters switched to guys from another series for some reason, and it's more of me playing a game (but not in the same feeling as playing the game here, but like watching me play).

Dream two had me needing to go somewhere with 10 minutes, only I keep doing dumb things like making wrong turns or getting into dead ends.

A man and a woman who were apprently recognized as my parents were engaged in some kind of gun fight inside a magma cavern. After a few moments, the opposing side had died and the man and woman had reached some kind of chamber which had doors with a dinosaur insignia to distinguish them. The woman entered one of the doors and the man went on to a coridoor with two other doors. The first door was further in than the second door I noticed which had a stegosaurus insignia. The man did not open this door however, he tripped when an explosion occured causing him to fall to the floor near a magma flow in which I picked him up in an atempt to save him but woke up soon after

Another dream that starts on a beach. This beach is rocky and has coarse sand. There's only a few meters between the sea and the face of a cliff. The weather is grey, it could start raining any second. To the far right is a large estuary.
I'm sitting on a rock at the foot of the cliff just looking out towards the sea, thinking. A small boat emerges from the estuary trailing a very long cable behind it. I watch it as it drags out a much larger boat. The larger boat is creating massive waves as it moves through the water. The smaller boat turns around so as to swing the larger boat around. The waves aren't subsiding like they would in real life, in fact as they hit the rocks they seem to just get larger. The small boat takes off towards the horizon and disappears with the larger boat now far behind.
The waves continue to grow, if I don't move soon I'm going to get stuck and subsequently drown. I wait for the opportune moment and sprint down the beach to a safer place.

The dream shifts a little bit. The waves have stopped. The cliff is gone. The beach is less rocky and wider, with shallow pools dotted around. It's started raining lightly though the sky is not as dark; occasional rays of sunlight making their way through the clouds.
Looking down I can see tiny spiders. If it wasn't for their shadows, which are somehow much larger than the spiders themselves, I wouldn't have even seen them. I'm in bare feet and paranoid that they will bite me I run. I have no clear direction in mind, just somewhere without spiders. It takes me several minutes to find somewhere.

I'm next to one of the shallow pools, there is a large, irregularly shaped boulder jutting out from the sand. There's someone else there. I think he's my friend. He hands me a bunch of small rocks and asks me to make a sculpture with them. I agree and get to work, using one of the harder, coarser rocks like sandpaper and filing down one of the others. I'm making a sculpture of a naked woman, but I keep screwing up, getting proportions wrong or something. So I have to keep making it smaller to fix it. By the time I'm done the sculpture is only a few centimeters in height. My friend's gone. The dream ends.

11/25/13 10:35AM
I already got sleep, so I'm sure this is why this happen. I was reading bout ppl's LDs in bed than decided to sleep a little more without intentions of LDing or anything. I just had SP but like in the dreamworld I guess I'm in a room that looks like mines but not really but i'm stuck in the bed and all I can do is barely toss and turn while like breathing hard. Than I have a FA still in bed with SP I try to move but same barely can only move in bed and something is attacking me. I hear like a roar and it's attacking my thigh, it hurts. It ends and I have another FA/SP I guess, again in what looked like my room but not really but this time I see my covers are brown instead of blue and out the corner of my eye I see someone in a wedding dress which I guess was a mannequin because a mannequin hand slowly stretches towards me, which freaks me out a bit. I try moving but my body and limbs feel so heavy and it's very hard to move. That mannequin hand continues to stretch more and more but very slowly, I eventually managed to get out the bed but my eyes are still glued to that hand while I'm trying to put my feet in my addidas slides lol. Since my body is so heavy and I move slow, I give in by reaching for the mannequin's hand. I grab her hand, expecting to feel a plastic hand but instead I feel as if I'm clenching my covers. Now finally awake in my bed with my eyes close and that same hand I used is in fact clenching my covers lol. That felt so real!

The dream starts on a beach. The sea is a couple hundred meters to my left. To the right is an endless expanse of yellow sand.
There is two of me, younger me and older me. Younger me looks about 16, older me looks about 24. Somehow I am both of them at the same time.
We are running from an unknown enemy. Though I never saw them in the dream I think they're a bunch of black vans with people with guns in them.
We're running, and we come to a forest. The beach just instantly stops at the tree line and becomes densely populated with trees. The vans won't be able to go through there. [here the perspective shifts from both mes simultaneously to just the younger me] Older me pulls a gun out of nowhere. He tells me to go on ahead. I know what he's thinking, he's going to sacrifice himself to buy me more time. I am sad as I run into the forest. I look back and see older me standing, waiting for the enemy and the dream ends.