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Don't remember very much at all. I had headphones in my ears, connected to an iPod, and someone told me I couldn't or wasn't allowed to listen to Justin Bieber. Later, some sort of Martin Freeman/John Watson robot was in pieces and they would snap together when rejoined. Two of the leg parts are hopping towards each other and they snap together at the hip parts that were both already attached to them, while a woman cried/screamed something like, "I don't know how to pilot Watson!" Later, there was something about a battle in a war going on, and I was launching care packages to the army of my country, except that the care packages all contained spare body parts of mine. Arms and legs and such.

Although May has been a good month in terms of LDs (15 + 4 micro-lds), my induction routine has become very disorganized and I feel I need to use this month to work on that. I also want to attempt a more viable sleep/wake life balance because I have been taking lots of my meditation time to dream journal. So my current goals for June:

- 10 proper WBTBs
- 2 real WILD attempts
- 10 mornings when I RC upon wake
- rely on intuition as to how much to dream journal
- possibly concentrate on fewer tasks during lds?

Fragment 1:

I realized that my hair has gotten a lot lighter and was happy it had happened so quickly. (I've been coloring my hair with semi-permanent color for almost a year, and now I've stopped an am using clarifying shampoo to get it out quicker.)

Fragment 2:

I was boiling water in the electric kettle, when it turned into a huge pot with bits of algae floating in the water. (Also influenced by daily life. Before bed I noticed some mineral buildup in the electric kettle that I need to clean out.)

1. [non-lucid]
I forgot between waking up and typing it up.

2. [non-lucid]
The girl I love said she loves me too. (I guess its something I wish for).

3. [non-lucid][Wet dream]
lol, I ain't sharing this dream .

Monday, 6/3/13

Last night bed 11:15 - 6:10am

DR 6am
Agan, I had a dream about looking for gems. (Seeing a picture of "glass beach" in california with sea glass) I'm walking with some kids on a dirt path that's winding to the right around a large house. Below is a steep hill ending in some water. Above is a steep hill with a house on top.

I have a small hoe which I use to dig in the dirt. I can tell some places were already picked through, but we look anyway. Then we are in the house. Every room has some dirt patch, especially second floor, which is still under construction. We look everywhere.

Then I ask if I can borrow the hoe to go to the same place, I looked for gems on 6/1/13 - the field accross the street from my house.

Didn't remember anything from last night. I wrote in my intro to the forum that I couldn't attempt anything that would interrupt a night's sleep, but I have decided to hell with that, I just want a lucid dream! I write an exam on Wednesday and after that I am on holiday (and so I can nap and catch up any missed sleep) so I am going to attempt WBTB. I am all motivated after reading others' workbooks!

I don't remember last night's dream very well. I don't think I had a dream. I slept very deeply and well, and I heard a song upon waking up. That's about it...

Ironically I think this fragment dealt with remembering dreams, and that's about all I remember. Been very tired lately, and this continues to be an issue.

Dream recall from today's nap.

I was at home in chat, then there was some weird stuff happening and then i was doing some other stuff and there was something about fixing a toilet which was broken...

I was at school and was just walking around, not sure why. I went into a building and there was this big door that looked like one for a bank, anyway it was open so I walked in, I asked what was going on as there were people taking things, they said it's the back of this shop thats on my road and they were stealing things from there. I chose not to participate and walked out, these 2 people walked up to me, I remember one being tall and the other small, i'm not exactly sure what they asked me but I remember replying about how stealing was wrong and to be aware of karma or something like that. I walked off. I'm guessing some things happened that I don't remember. Because I remember having this girl with me, I didn't know who she was and I can't remember her face, I do know that she was very sexy though. I think we were both detectives or something at this part. I remember walking into some building with her and we got to this middle part were we thought these people were going to attack us, so we rushed into an elevator. We were both in the elevator when she told me earlier to touch her ass when I had the chance because apparently it was the softest one ever, I did and my god.. it was so smooth and amazing. The elevator brought us to some factory, we walked in and this person was there guiding us. I noticed something was sketchy so we quickly walked around the corner, I said it felt 'fuzzy'. There were these men sitting down all across the room, around 4 of them to be exact. I'm pretty sure they had their weapon out too. We quickly ran out and sprinted behind the corner, they were coming after us and started shooting, we ran away as fast as possible. We got to a point were we had to shoot back. So we did. I aimed into my gun and the aimsight was nothing like I've seen before I have no idea what I was looking into but my shots seemed accurate'ish. We carried on running. I then remember people from my school chasing us and we were somehow in a playground when we were in some sort of park before. I don't remember her being here at this part, however I do feel her presence for a large part of this dream, it didn't feel like no ordinary presence, it's hard to explain, the best way to put it is like she loving and caring towards me. Next thing I know i'm prone behind a tree trying to avoid these 'people'. Then this person I know from school prone's right infront of me with a gun in his hand, I was like wtf you trying to get us killed. So I sprinted off, again. They caught him and looked like they were helding him hostage or something, I ran up to them, with the gun, and told them to put there guns down. A few seconds later, we all realized who we were and started talking. We got towards this woman on a till and she told us too keep away as she was busy. I told her i'm sorry we bothered you, not sure what happened next, the dream may have ended.

I am standing in the middle of a prairie. Far off in the distance, I see a downed flying saucer. In an instant, I am standing next to the craft. Then I am looking into the cockpit at the injured pilot. He has a humanoid body frame but instead of flesh and hair, he is covered in scales like a lizard. His face is severely burned and he appears to be close to the end. My dream logic tells me that I cannot take him to a human hospital and I cannot save him myself, so I pull him out of the ship and try to insure that his passing is more comfortable

But he doesn't die. He wakes up and tells me that he cannot return to his own kind after such a failure. Being a non-lucid dream, I naturally assume that the best course of action would be to make him my sidekick. We could travel the galaxy in his flying saucer and fight crime, anywhere we were needed most. We would be an unstoppable force for justice in these dark times.

He is reluctant to agree. He says that humans will not accept him as he is. I say he's wrong and that I'll prove it to him. I take him to a bar. We take our seats next to a pair of gorgeous young women. I order a drink for myself and my new companion. I ask one of the girls if my friend looks good enough to fight crime. She says " No, his face is burnt and his his eyes are too narrow. His skin is covered in scales and he looks like some kind of monster." My new companion chimes in with a "Hey lady, I am a Reptilian, other than the minor burns on my face, I was born like this!"

Now she understands. "Well in that case you'd make an excellent crime fighter." My new companion and I share a high five and our logo imposes itself upon my perception of the dream. I wake up.

This is my first DJ entry on Dream Views. I hope that anyone who read it enjoyed it and I hope to post many more exciting and strange adventures in the future.

Until Then,
Threshold36

just finished work met 2 women in canteen was having a coffee and chatting we arranged a night out then another woman came said she would like to come also but she might have to leave early she seemed a bit upset that no one else would be leaving early and left one of the woman said we should go fancy dress as a cartoon character. i left to catch bus i looked at watch and i was late 3 hours had passed i was a bit worried as i had no credit on my mobile to ring anyone and no one had rang me i took phone out of pocket it wasnt my phone but a old one it i had rang a number by accident a man answered i was suprised as i had no credit the man asked who it was i said who is this he said you need to tell me who you are i said is this you dad he said how can i tell you if i dont know who you are i realised from his voice it wasnt my dad but thought i might know who it was then i seen an work friend she was outside pub hugging someone seemed really happy to see them like she hadnt seen them for a long time i was calling her name she wasnt responding i looked her right in the eyes saying her name she still didnt respond her eyes looked glazed i thought she was very drunk and her name might not be her real name eventually she seen me i asked her was she coming back to work one day as she had been off recently she said yes i told her about night out she said she would come i needed her to show me the way to bus stop as i didnt know the way we had to go to her mums first her mum put money in friends purse when friend was not looking and kissed the purse they seemed happy then we were in small shop she was looking for fancy dress stuff she didnt want to go as cartoon character and she had a pink boa scarf i wanted her to hurry up and show me were the bus stop was

6/2/13

Last night bed 11:30 - 5:50am 5:50 -7:30 WBTB

DR 5:50am

I'm at some compound. Single story building. At night, I observe a dog sticking his head out of the open door and just looking around. Another dog doing something similar. I'm thinking "so this is what dogs do at night".

I'm going inside a glass building to rescue a stolen grey dog. A woman in elevated sentry area is doing something and I fight with her. I get in and I do something with the electronic lock on the door to get out. (watching something about disabled grey dog IWL).

Lucid nap 7:30 - 9:40am

Chain of (7) DEILDs. Woke up, bud didn't get up to write them down. Just replayed them in my mind. Didn't really wake up between them too much. All entries were by me pushing head back. One was by me falling backwards in a dream, because I just remembered matte87 used to say he enters by falling backwards.

1. I'm driving
2. walking through apartment with bright furniture. A woman in a hood with a lightbulb for a face looks at me. I'm thinking an alien.
3. Cat has flees. It has to be groomed and it goes in a cat house.

Reg DR after 9:40 Long dream about class reunion. I'm wearing long white shirt with a belt. Lots of classmates, we are talking.

Last night's very short dream took place at school. I was talking with Asjea, a black girl, when I said something to her and she said " That's racist, " jokingly. I remember it was something that was not racist at all but can't remember the actual word. For whatever reason I thought that I should teach her a lesson or something and shouted very loudly as well as angrily, " THAT'S NOT RACIST!" She looked very frightened and taken aback and everyone was kind of staring at me, and I kind of awkwardly explained myself that what I was said wasn't racist at all and it was annoying of her to say that. I can't remember if I dreamed anything after this point.

Tomorrow, in my next entry, which I hope will be much longer than the past previous ones because tonight I am making attempts to have some lucids with DILD and FILD, I will also add a list of places that I've had dreams in that I would like to go back to, and write detailed descriptions of them so that if I kind of forget them over time I can read them to refresh my memory, for the sleek modern looking city and the desert mountain.

That's about it for now! See you next journal!

My son is headed to camp this summer with the scouts and I've decided to accompany them on the bus. I know I don't have enough money to actually participate in the camp but I felt like I should come along just the same.

The bus arrives in camp and a sharply-dressed staffer boards the bus to give us the orientation directions. After pointing us in the right direction we all head towards the barracks that will be our home for the next 11 days.

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I must admit I'm fairly upset that my son has brought a huge radio with him and I'm chastising him since I know it won't receive anything anyway. Besides, we're in the woods and I'm sure people would prefer to hear the sounds of nature versus the boombox he is toting around.

Of course, my son protests, and I decide to back off as we enter the main room of the common area. Immediately I realize how weird it will be to have co-ed sleeping quarters but in all honesty that's not important right now. I see that another parent is there with her son and she is getting him ready for his ceremonial swearing-in as the leader of the contingent. I know he's not ready for the position and isn't up for the responsibility but I keep these thoughts to myself.

Turning around in the cramped cabin I find my son has placed his radio on a nearby dresser and has turned on the music. To my surprise it is picking up radio stations just fine, but even more surprising is the TV I see mounted to the wall as I look up. I can't believe that we're in this remote location and the camp has hi-def TV.

My son starts eating a bag of chips and unloading his stuff from his pack. I call him into the hallway and I'm fed up with his constant eating so I start yelling at him though I'm not really upset so I lower my voice and begin talking to him in a more conversational tone. It's good that I did lower my voice as the raised tones caught the attention of the camp scout-leader and he looked worried. My attention returns to my son and then pauses as he turns to ask some of the scouts entering the room about their snacks, bags of chips and goodies that are loaded up by the armful.

"We actually got there at just the right time, "says Kevin, one of the taller and older scouts. "The line was empty when we got there but by the time we were leaving there were fifty people lining up. I'd suggest getting your snacks now while they still have some."

I look at my son, knowing he can probably wait, but then I think better of it and just encourage him to head up and get his shacks now. He heads out of the room and I decide to follow him.

The main area of the camp is slightly muddy from recent rains and hundreds of pairs of boots tromping through the square. The mud continues up the steep hill that leads to where the scouts are all headed to get their snacks. The hill is grassy and has clearly benefited from recent rains but the boots of the scouts have turned the trail into a slippery and muddy path, despite many flat steps cut into the hill to prevent erosion.

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I'm especially impressed with how green this part of New Mexico looks and how nice the air is and I'm glad we're far away in a remote area of the state, distant from all the cities and urban areas that plague our home. My thought is barely finished when I come to the top of the hill and I see the distant vista of downtown Baja, New Mexico, the largest city in the state.

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I nearly gasp seeing the tall buildings and sprawling city laid out before me over the next ridge. My son clearly knew more than I did when he decided to bring the radio on this campout. Even more strange than the view is where the path now leads; We're on top of a parking garage, a muddy trail leading from the hill to the far corner of the cement parking lot. In the corner sits an older man and his friend, two chairs and a white plastic cooler their only equipment.

I approach as my son finishes his transaction and I get a brief glimpse at their offerings. Cold beverages fill one side of the cooler and various other snacks sit on the ground at their feet, slightly hidden by the open lid of the cooler. I'm a bit put-off by this sight and I had hoped for better from a camp that could afford to put HDTV in the camper's rooms.

It's time to head back to camp and I see one of the other scouts from our troop nearby, also ready to head down.

"Let's race!" I call to him and the next thing I know we're both racing down the muddy hillside. I can't believe how fast I can go and after taking a particularly large step I know I'm dreaming. I can see that I'm about to land in a rather muddy spot so I pull up my feet and let my momentum carry me a distance of nearly 25 feet beyond the mud, a great moment of control and satisfaction. I want to wrap up the race in a grand way so I turn sideways and slide down the rest of the slippery hill of mud, a feeling of exhilaration that is as close as I can get without flying. Naturally I win the race.

Now that I'm at the bottom I start to take a look around and I find the camp actually lies on the edge of a suburban part of Baja, the tree-lined streets almost giving the impression of some small town in Tennessee. Slightly in front of me and to my left is a old, brick firehouse, now abandoned, and a pair of railroad tracks lies between me and the building. A couple of cars navigate the nearby neighborhood streets. I feel so odd having a camp this close to the neighborhoods of the city.

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To complete the odd scene, a motorized contraption straight out of the late 19th century appears, an oddly-shaped machine with spinning wheels and a sputtering steam-muffler. The conveyance is clearly designed to travel on both train tracks and regular roads, overly-complicated with gears and flywheels that make approaching it seem dangerous. I watch as the machine rides the rails around the building and then enters the road on the far side of the building.

I take this as my cue to follow the driver and I suddenly find myself in a Chevy Blazer, an older model that is both cramped and over-powered. My daughter is driving and I know she is planning on passing up the strange contraption we are rapidly approaching. My cousin-in-law leans in behind me to tell me that, "Everything will be okay, we can easily pass the machine. This Blazer has a V8 engine and is more than powerful enough to catch it."

We pass up the machine and continue along a road that slopes down towards an intersection ahead, though my daughter shows no sign of slowing. I can see the slightly-obscured stop-sign and I yell at her to stop before we hit something. On cue a man appears running across the road, as far from a crosswalk as he could be, his diagonal path on a clear intersection with ours. I brace myself as we hit the man and he goes spinning up and over the hood, though he shows no real sign of injury and continues on his path.

"Okay, " I'm thinking, "that was weird." We turn left at the new road and I realize we're heading deeper into the city of Baja, a place I've never been and I can only vaguely picture on my mental map as in the northern part of New Mexico. I still can't believe how green it is, but even that pales in beauty to the snow-capped mountains I see to my left, illustrating how high up we are in elevation. To my right is a wide meadow that is clearly a park used for sports like Frisbee and impromptu games of touch football. The air is warm, perhaps 60F, but there remains a little snow along the edge of the field. Every part of me is marveling at the beauty of this place and I start considering what it would take to move there from Texas.

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Sensing my desire to look around and get a feel for the place my daughter stops driving and parks the vehicle right in the middle of the lane, a bit further out from the curb than one would normally park. I watch as she leans out of the door and sprawls out over the pavement, her head in one lane and her left arm stretching out into the next lane of traffic. A car is approaching and I pull her arm back quickly to avoid it being in the way of traffic. My pleas to get up go unheeded and I can't believe she would go to this length just so I can look around at the trees and mountains, a scene I know my mind has created but clearly a place I want to explore.

Unfortunately I wake up, remembering a location and experience more pleasant than I could possibly describe.