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Hell yea!

14 days after learning about lucid dreaming, I have finally had a tiny glimpse into the world of lucid dreams!

I was an all-star basketball player in my college, and we had our first game of the season. I was super nervous because I have never played basketball on a real school team, but I told myself to believe in my skills. The game was super vivid and fun to play in, and we ended up winning the game.

After the game an older man came up to me, dressed in a black suit. He congratulated me on a game, and then asked me if I knew anyone by the name of Dimitri, or some Russian name. I said no and kind of laughed, but he didn't find it funny. He then said "We know about your brother, and what he did." Suddenly I realized that somehow he though my brother (that I don't have IWL) and I were the Boston Massachusetts bombers, and I panicked. I assured him he was confused and he told me that in five minutes an FBI squad was going to search my room.

I ran back to my room and was freaking out. I knew I was innocent but it was still terrifying. I began to hear dogs savagely barking, and I knew they were coming after me. I left my room and stood in the hall, thinking about what I should do. Can I fight them? What skills do I have? This is crazy... Like a... I then realized that this was so crazy that I must be dreaming!

I looked at my hands to find my fingers all rubbery, with green oozing slime on my palms.

BOOM

I suddenly realize that its a dream and my vision becomes electrified as I zoom into my dreamself. The hallway I am in snaps into vivid detail and color and my heart EXPLODES with excitement. The wall is divided in half horizontally, the top half white and the bottom half a nice floral green. Light is filtering in from some window and I can feel the clarity and warmth. The walls are chipped and textured, incredibly vivid. I remember that getting too excited will make me lose it, so I stare at the floor and try to focus on it - but I expect to lose it and therefore I do...

I woke up right after and looked at the clock - 6AM on the dot. I smiled to myself, replayed it in my head a few times, then went back to sleep.



WOOOOO!!!

Tonight's dreams seemed a bit disconnected, but, overall, the fragments in between were about smoking weed. Maybe there was some fragmentation because today is a holiday, so I got to sleep in, and fell back asleep many times after waking up too early.

Weed

I remember being on a kitchen of some sort, perhaps waiting for something to cook, and smoking pot. As I heard my mother coming in, I threw the joint on the sink (maybe at a toilet).

A walk on the park: Intense bike riding to the university

I do not exactly recall where this dream started, though I know that it began to come together on a park. There, I managed to get a bike (did I rent it, take it, or just bring it with me?), and right after I did, I lost control of it and ended up falling on a lake. Apparently, that happened because I was in a hurry, desperate to get to this university I thought I was approved in. Anyhow, as I fell on the lake I noticed something was wrong with the water: there were two lines of a black goo, moving to the same direction, as if it was some sort of sewer system. Disgusted, I tried to get off of it but couldn't, it was sticky and I was held captive by that strange material - it also looked like its flow was taking me somewhere, and that frightened me-.
Then, I noticed there was a couple passing by, and shouted at them for help. When they came closer, I could see they were both dressed in white clothes, wore expensive accessories and talked in a very snob and full-of-themselves way. They were also blonde.
Before answering my cry for help, the girl let out a scream of horror: "Oh, no! You fell into the water that turns everything into nothing!", which only confirmed my bad feeling about being in that slowly-moving goo. Then, as I begged for help, a bit mad at them for still having not lifted a finger to aid me, one of them replied, stating that they couldn't do anything for me. Seconds after that, Jake the Dog from the cartoon Adventure Time appeared, swinging from the top of the trees on the park. He then stretched his members to pull me out, and as he did, the goo passed on to him. However, he twisted himself so hard that the goo let go and both of us were free. I thanked him, and, getting back on my bike, I rode it like there was no tomorrow, out of the park and into the city.
Just outside of the gate of the park, I saw some friends, and asked them if they knew which way should I take to get to the university, which they replied with a bit of sarcasm. That kind of worried me -- were they telling me the truth? -- but I spotted a sign pointing the directions, and decided to go for it. I was riding my bike very intensely;
There was a special track for cyclists, and I was on it, but it was closed and cars could also drive on that side, so it was difficult to guide the bike amongst so many other vehicles. Then, at some point, I started riding on the sidewalk, which was ridiculously small -- you could barely fit two people at the same time-- and took me some skill not to fall. Anyway, despite my best efforts, I did fall at some time, but I was not injured. I got back up, and into the cars one more time.The lights were red, and I heard an old man talking to an old lady through their cars' windows, about this house to our right, which was empty after its owner was arrested for dealing/smoking marijuana. The lights went green and I eventually got out of that avenue, and into a smaller street. There, I asked for someone about the university I was trying to reach, and they replied me I was about 12km away from it --also, I had taken the wrong path. I thought I had been misled by my friends' malicious words, but then I spotted this chick with an university t-shirt, something about this sports team of theirs. I then promptly asked her about it, and she pointed me to this big gate right in front of me, saying that it was right there. I felt a little stupid for asking the question given the circumstances, thanked her, and headed for the gate. Before leaving her, she said to me "They're selling university gear and stuff, go buy it!". And then, as I finally got inside, a cop came to me, and I realized there was a lot of police cars and people walking around. He told me to stand still, checked me for weapons and took some pictures of me. I was sent to this very small room, where some lady with glasses was talking to me, and then the room appeared to compress me and the dream faded.

Note: Apparently, my goal to reach this university was signing up for my classes, as in this dream I had been approved as a Philosophy undergrad.

We appreciate you, Aether: Memories from the past and people I don't know.

In this very short dream, I was in my old house, surrounded by people I have never met and other figures from the past. The dream begins in my very first childhood room, where I am making out with my girlfriend, hiding in the closet and then just kissing and hugging each other. At some point we come out of it and continue to fool around, and then some chicks from a school I went to years ago show up, as if they were presenting the house to others, in some sort of sightseeing kind of thing. They are a bit embarrassed, and so are we, so we move out of the room. My girlfriend joins other people and I go take a shower. Apparently, it's my 18th birthday and I am "becoming a man". I try to get ready to meet everyone, as fast as I can, but I can hear them calling me every minute singing "We appreciate you, Aether!". So I go to the kitchen, were all the singing is coming from, and greet everyone from a distance, telling them I had to go dress up and stuff. Anyhow, this one old lady tells me a few things before I go: "All you need is to know where your kids are, how your wife is and where to get your Fish." I was a bit confused by this, but it made sense to me at the moment; Maybe I did have a wife and kids. What if my girlfriend and I were actually getting married?
Despite all of these new thoughts, I got into the shower, and out, tried to dress up good, and found this underwear with the word "Fish" on it. I dressed it up, remembering what that old lady told me, and it transformed into very uncomfortable pants. I went to say hi to everyone else, and then the dream faded.

Woken early by loud noises. 4-5 hours of sleep
sleep 2-3
wake 7

Giles (from Buffy) is getting info from some 'thing'. demon. It claims he is a wash-up - out of practice and old. that he is an empty threat. He threatens back and makes a display till the demon 'takes it back'.

Making an addition to the house in terraria. The second house is a background of glass and dirt and is holding all the electronics we found in hell. We are setting up a waterfall between the two houses for asthetics. Rob started the second house.

#174 - 4:10AM - DEILD

I fully intended to have some WBTB coffee this morning but I was too tired to get up. I had a micro awakening later and thought I was going for WILD but it was probably more of a DEILD. Same thing I suppose. I was actually scolding myself for being to lazy to DJ when I noticed how relaxed my body was.

I start focusing on just pure awareness like Saegous teaches and soon notice my body feels like it is in an awkward position. I thought I was on my back and my left arm and leg was all cramped up and hanging in the air, but I knew in reality I was lying on my left side. I meditate on this for a few seconds waiting for it to change. I told myself that I didnt care if I waited all the rest of the morning, I would not give up. It was not a long wait until I notice vibrations . I decide to go ahead and make the transition out of my body.

I was a little wobbly and with blurred vision at first but after a moment I find myself standing in the brightly lit kitchen of the old Luling house. There is fear associated with this house and I feel it like an evil presence hovering behind me. I do my best to push this thought away but I know I wont feel at ease until I get outside.There are dishes that need done and several other things out on the counter. The dream wasn't feeling all that stable so I pick up the first thing I see. A ketchup bottle. I start rubbing my hands on it like it's a magic lamp until I feel more stable. The kitchen gets dark once but I will the light back on.

I start to go into the living room but it is too dark and I hesitate. I realize that I have really have a dream phobia of the dark and getting this issue under control is a big goal this month so I said, "Fuck it."

I step into the total darkness and soon begin to make out shapes and some dim faint light. I look straight up and find the ceiling fan. I reach up and grab the chain right away and pull. The light comes on perfectly. I looked around and saw the living room. It looks pretty much the same but the furniture is a little different. I see an infant laying on the back of the couch asleep. I hover over it to see if it is my son but I do not recognize him/her so I go outside.

As I open the front door I notice that it is dimly lit like dawn or twilight. It's light outside! Lacking any real goal now, I decide I want to try producing fire from my hands again. I hold one finger up expecting to see a flame. I can hear something like the roar of a large fire but only see a clear energy like heat vapor from and invisible heat source. I try all five fingers on my right hand but all to the same effect. Then I switch to producing thick black smoke but the dream suddenly collapses and I wake up.

I later have the most vivid non lucid sex dream with my wife. I could decribe it as if it happened in waking life. Unfortunatly the alarm went off a little too soon.

Between snoozes I had another dream of getting pulled over. I was speeding because I was late for work and the cop was taking forever to come to my window.

Two fragments.

Dream 1 (fragment): I was at a house, in the backyard. There was some wooden platform, with the center part being stairs. On both sides, on the platform and on the ground beneath it, was a car or truck or other vehicle.

Dream 2 (fragment): I was hiding in a room, with some two friends of mine. Outside was a circular area. In it were apparently some Necromorphs from Dead Space (presumably the first one, considering how they were running in circles), as well as some other people I know. One of my friends was evidently injured, and apparently died, and her last words were apparently to promote me to General?

Later on, someone else came into the room, and that friend spontaneously came back to life (not as a Necromorph, though).

I find myself sitting on a rocky hillside overlooking the town where I live.
I walk down to the town and enter a hallway where I meet some people who I have not seen seen for a long time, we embrace and I tell them I have missed them, I feel emotional and start to cry.
One of the women walks with me back up the hillside. She tells me we can have a new kind of tooth filling and she show's me a small crystal that looks like Citrine.
I like this idea as I have seven amaglam? Fillings and feel upset about the Mercury content.
The dentist is waiting on one of the rocks on the hillside, she is blonde and good looking she shows me how she will insert the crystal and then polish it down to size. I agree to the treatment and feel excited about having crystal teeth.

In this dream I was 16, and we were all at a friend's house, though I don't know any of the DCs in real life, it was just a set of people. The strange thing was, I was still in a couple with my wife, who I hadn't even met at 16. So we are at one of these DC's parents' houses, and we are all in this living room wide open space. Her parents are around and we are essentially waiting for them to leave / go to bed so that we can all have sex. The plan wasn't to have sex all together, but more to couple off and kind of watch each other have sex. Unfortunately for my dream self, the sex never happened. So I set down my towel, and while we're sitting there waiting I find this old phone. The phone is one that I had in college studying abroad in Italy, so you can already tell that all of the dates are messed up. On the phone I was looking at all of the numbers of minutes I used while I was abroad, and calculating the number of charges I paid.

After a bit of time of this, and showing it to one of the DCs, who wanted to scroll through all of the foreign area codes and such, I went to the bathroom, which was connected to the DC's parent's bedroom. DC's father was in the bedroom, and for some reason there was no door between their room and the bathroom, so I had to hide behind the wall as I went to the bathroom. After going to the bathroom, I walked out, and the father came over to me and started chatting about this and that. I basically wanted to high tail it out of there, so that he would leave us alone for this sexual encounter that the DCs had dubbed "The Feast" So I got back to the room, and a new couple had joined the group. It was a guy that I did know from real life (he was a loner in college) who was a wolf furry and had brought some furry DC with him to join our sexcapades. At this point we were all talking about "The Feast" and moving our towels around to give each other a good view. However, that's when I woke up!

Morning of May 1, 2013. Wednesday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our children (although the oldest is eighteen) are in a matte silver bus (late 1950s-early 1960s) parked just beyond a large bridge (which is somewhat like a suspension bridge and sparsely covered), still somewhat on the road. It is possibly my father’s old bus he used in real life for a music studio, which was purchased from a church and had a small balcony at the rear and had most of the passenger seats removed. I have a sense that there may be some trouble (such as police officers, escaped convicts, or both). I look out the right windows and down and see a couple cars. Looking closer, I see there are two 1936 Ford Phaetons close to the right side of the bus, one parked behind the other (aligned to the bus), of a very deep blue, almost black, and very shiny and well-cared for. Ahead, also to the right, but more off the road, is another one. This one has a chauffeur standing just outside the door on the left. He is dressed somewhat like a jockey from the 1940s, but a bit more stylish and with more balanced (matching), darker colors.

Zsuzsanna and I decide to leave the bus and look around. I notice that both sides of the road just beyond the bridge are partially blocked (about half on the road, half off); on the right by our bus, and on the left, yet a couple more Ford Phaetons of a darker color (so there are five in all - possibly representing our five children, and the one with the chauffeur - for our baby - or oldest son?

As we are standing there on the bridge in a very peaceful state, my wife and I notice that a massive green algal bloom is covering much of the bridge, road surface, and river’s surface, yet it has an odd “fresh”, “clean” and almost foamy feel to it.

A car (bluish-to-greenish-gray 1990 Lincoln) comes zigzagging and spinning (in slow motion) into our area from the other direction, going from one side of the bridge to the other in various out-of-control patterns. The car is also covered with green algae and slime; even over the windows so that the driver cannot see (the windshield wipers are not going, either). This does not seem unusual (compared to the typical real-life drivers in this region; one had even crashed into our house once and another at a different time into the church across the street, and there are “near-misses” all the time). I decide that perhaps the other cars should be moved out of the way (there is also a vacuum cleaner sitting just outside the bus, which I move out of the way).

However, the 1990 Lincoln swerves violently (though it could have easily went between the other vehicles if the road was not so slippery or if the driver had control), and somehow (before reaching the area the bus and cars are) knocking out a seeming support column of the bridge as well as the side of the walkway. It then goes straight off and plunges into the water, quickly sinking completely, starting at about a forty-five degree angle. There are no escape attempts, so I guess the occupants drowned (similar to one of my last dreams where a car went off a bridge into the water). Soon, the green algae areas flow back again, covering the watery surface’s “hole” the car had made in their growth.

“Very interesting,” I say during the sinking of the car.

There is then a bit of enhanced “roaring” silence, then; insects, birds, a slight breeze rustling the trees, etc

“That was nice”, says my wife sincerely, almost romantically.

“Mmm-hmm”. I agree and nod slowly. I look back, hoping to see more fools drive off the bridge and make a big splash, but there is no more traffic this way. I notice that there was additional damage to the bridge, in that part of it is tipped and broken away. Instead of making a slight attempt at the short jump to get back to our bus, I tell my wife we should just walk around via the other route, which may take five or ten minutes. I wake.

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Although this dream was not precisely precognitive, I did see something similar on the news in real life later; a longer special-imaging video of some sort (from a police helicopter) showing people driving and spinning all over the road as a policeman talked about stopping such people. As I sat watching this video, watching the car go all over the road, onto the footpath, etc. and spinning around for what seemed like ages (and much of it was in slow motion), it did feel like my dream. I even almost expected to see one go off a bridge and into the water, but none did.

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Dream recall from today's naps. For some reason forgetting to RC on waking up in dream...

I was in the some city area and there were buildings made of red brick, later i was at home and i went to sleep, i was then in some place called 'Scattered Land' which was a bunch of deserty floating islands, i woke up and there was some discussion with the family and then it was freezingly cold and i went back to sleep, this time there was the screen with a map that was ranking some heights or something like that, i recall there were numbers like 50,000,000 100,000,000 , 250,000,000 , 666,000,000% , 1,500,000,000 , 2,500,000,000 , then i woke up and it was still freezingly cold, i noticed weird comic about ponies on the drawer( i am not even into that IWL).

I am sitting in my brother in law's apartment, this i the first time I have been here - it's a nice place. We seem to be in a small town, but in that small town is one city style street - like a street from the 'good' part of new york has been plonked down in the middle of this town. It must cost a fortune to live here! I look out of the window and see a dead body strewn across the gutter, blood flowing into the drains and a large group of people just gaping. Hah! - Stupid people, they think it is a real body - don't they know that RIGHT next to the body is the television study AMC? It's just a prop for a crime show they are doing.

A mother of a grown daughter who wanted to control her daughter too much came to me to change her name to one of the mother's choosing. I realized that it did not matter what I did, so I said to the daughter. "You can do whatever you like. You control your own fate. You can choose your own name." The daughter's eyes opened wide - she was very surprised.

I believe this dream was almost lucid:
(1) I realized that it did not matter what I did. Why? One possibility is that part of me realized that there would be no negative consequences of my defying the mother. Why? Could it be I realized it was a dream on some level? I think this was not lucid because I did not realize it consciously not that I recall, but this was close. Interestingly, when I realized that "it did not matter what I did", I chose to do the right thing.
(2) What I told the daughter is what you would tell someone to help them become lucid: You can do what you like. You are in control here.
(3) There was a sense of empowerment to this scene which was almost like in a lucid dream.

Dream sign: This was not my only dream about the power of a name!

It's all graphic.....






So I'm in a hotel suite with Linda Friday *cough's safe search on* (one of my favorite porn stars) and we're naked. Other people are there, but we really don't care. One is my nosy neighbor...the rest are random DCs. We're already naked, on the floor, and I enter her from the rear. I pound her for several thrusts, and it slips out. She suggests that I go anal....I look at it...it's not tooo bad (you know, compared to most of my dreams) but it's a bit prolapsed, and I just don't feel comfortable about doing that. She tells me a reason why she wants me to do it that way, and then sort of challenges me. The scene changes...but we're still there, and the dream fades.

Self-hypnosis works again, and these were dreams a few days ago.

29.04.2013

My Neighbor Has No Manners (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, and the dream scene is so realistic that I assume that it was reality. I didn't want to question anything, I just knew I had to be dreaming either way. It was fairly obvious, the setting was different, it was bright as day outside, and it was a little windy as well.

I'm only wearing my tighty whities just like in waking life now, and I feel perfectly normal. The dream is fairly linear, and I proceed to get out of my bedroom and starting to walk through the small hall in my dream apartment. It was about the same width as the actual one, I noticed some furniture and such were oddly placed, but I didn't care too much about them.

What bothered me is that I noticed something weird about the window in front of me. I noticed that there was someone outside, and they're bracing against the wall near my apartment outside as well. I come a bit closer to to see who it was, and it was this odd-looking fellow. I raise up the red curtains, which were definitely not related to the blue curtains I have in my actual apartment, and I noticed that the window is opened.

To my surprise, as I'm slowly raising up the curtain, the odd-looking neighbor said, "Thanks." I realized he was reading a book, and I saw he glanced up at me quickly and immediately turned his head to go back to reading. I didn't know how to recieve this kind of response, since it was obvious that no one should be bracing against the interior of my apartment, and because of this conflict of reasoning on what to do next, I decided to continue to trying to get the curtains up in a position.

For some reason, I believe my conflicted reasoning also wanted me to move the curtains so the neighbor could brace properly outside and be able to rest his left arm on the opened window. The window was a bit longer than usual, and in order to open it, there was the generic lock that you had to twist outward into your direction to open up, and I believe this isn't the case for my actual apartment.

The thought on whether or not he potentially stole items in my apartment didn't come to me whatsoever, since he had a calm and relaxing demeanor throughout most of this dream. I have an awkward time moving the curtains and trying not to get them to touch my presumed neighbor again. I would lift them in the general direction from down and straight up, then I would go from down to diagonally placing it to the left and other angles as well.

I realized I needed some kind of pin or object in order to keep the curtain in place. The neighbor had to move his arm frequently each time I put the curtain down, and I still didn't know what I was going to say to him, since he has yet to make any kind of concerning behavior and/or action. I quickly look around this limited area in my apartment, and I noticed there's a pink-clip that was somehow a pin as well.

I don't know how the logic with that worked, but I picked up, and I slowly inserted it inside a part of the curtain. I didn't question that a clip suddenly served as a pin, and I finally managed to get a huge chunk of the part of the curtain that I folded up so it would make a curve like this " J ".

Then I realized I needed an actual pin to keep things in place, however, with dream logic, that wasn't needed since the vanilla colored walls and the weird looking object I used as a clamp suddenly was able to stick together. After this fiasco, I start shifting my thoughts back to this neighbor randomly bracing against the inside of my apartment.

His visage looks awfully familiar to one of my actual neighbors, except he doesn't have as long of a hair than him. It's more of a bow-shaped head with out of wack curls on the ends. He's wearing glasses, thin framed, and his face is partially filled with acne, and he has the "Pedro" stereotypical mustache on him as well.

It seems he was half-naked with just dark brown jean shorts, and he immediately enters my apartment. While I'm busy preparing for a "Wtf do you think you're doing" on this guy, suddenly my kitchen is closer to the both of us. He turns his back on me, and goes opens the fridge to see what's inside. I noticed that there were mostly transparent bowls with food inside with red tops concealing them as well.

The light inside of the fridge was the generic yellow bulb light, and then I immediately close it, slowly warning this guy that he's not suppose to be in this apartment. Then he takes a spit on the floor, and I'm wondering what the fucking hell is wrong with this dipshit, and that's when I started to break.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!"

He looks at me weirdly, slightly affected with a tinge of fear, and decides to do one more random action of trying to get something on top of the fridge or whatever the hell it was, couldn't remember to great detail. He wanted to take the dime that was placed on top, and I grabbed his wrist and gave him a "NO" facial expression. I take the dime away from him, and I directed him to get out through the window, and I believe I stated,

"AND STAY OUT YOU JERK!"

or something to that nature without trying to use curse words. He apparently lived to the right of me, which was kind of awkward, since now I know he's bloody one door to the right of me, and it only makes me worried what he would do next time. I started to question how he got the window to be opened in the first place, since I don't even open my window in my actual apartment in real life simply because it's awkward to have it opened and let people see what I'm doing.

After that petty drama was over, I decided to clean up the area where he spat. I get some paper towels, and I maneuver them in a circular motion and then threw it into the trash can that didn't have a lid on it. It seems that I had the intention to move my stuff in a U-Haul truck, seeing as I had some small furniture and bags I felt that were mine outside of my apartment. I made sure that I kept a good awareness of my environments, and also an eye in case that neighbor wants to randomly come into my apartment again.

I didn't pay attention anything beyond the U-Haul truck in my apartment, but with peripheral vision, I could tell my subconscious did a fair job to make it seem like it was a replication of waking life's setting. I had some random brown bag that seems to resemble the one that a Pan-Asia Restaurant I go to from time to time uses for To-Go orders.

I noticed this was like a mini-trash bag, seeing how there were paper plates that had random residues of food, and there was also a concerning amount of wasted rice in this bag as well. After realizing it was just another way to trash some things, I noticed something very shiny inside, and it ended up being my Zune HD. At first, I didn't want to believe I would trash it, but then I turn back again and picked it up and it seems I really did.

I had to wipe off the food sauce and residue from it, and then I slowly walked back to my apartment while examining the Zune HD to make sure that it was working. I ended up not paying attention to it and just put it somewhere in invisible land, because I sure don't remember not having it anywhere near my tighty whities. For the rest of the dream, I continued to beleive that this was slightly realistic, the whole event with the neighbor and such, and I felt that I had to post this on Dream Views because that guy was in a really odd position.

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29.04.2013

I Killed One Million People (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one of those dreams where you shouldn't have been lucid in any moment whatsoever. It was so awkward, it's like I was suddenly a mass murder terrorist, and I can't believe how I had this tinge of fear rather than a full-blown anxiety trip. It was also one of those dreams where if I didn't know I was dreaming, I would be really stupid.


So I'm hiding inside some random room in a building, and I have a device that allows me to hear the conversations of soldiers trying to find me.

"He's in in the....*so and so and so*"

I only have a silver gun on my right hand I believe, and I'm really wondering what's going on here.

"He's killed a million lives..." or something like that.

I started getting scared on what I could possibly do that could kill that many people, and I started to feel that this was a reality, and that I really fucked up this time. I rub my head a bit and....


I decided to open the door slightly to see if there's any soldiers around. I go about running randomly, always keeping an increased awareness of my surroundings, and twitching at any sign of movement or any kind of shadows that would show up. The environment I'm in is hard to describe what kind of building it was.

The carpet was red, and there ways a vanilla tile floor maybe 30 feet away from me, and the overall lighting atmosphere was a milky yellow. The walls were hard to distinguish, most likely a range of brown and orange-red colors, fairly flat colors, nothing too abstract. Feelings started to rush inside me as I hear the foot steps of soldiers coming in.


They're finally here, and they aim their machine guns at me, but then things start getting weird. Time slows time a bit, and I start shooting all of them in the head, dropping like flies.

Then there's this annoying old man trying to shoot me, kind of like the type of AI you expect from a video game when you're playing on "Easy Mode," and you're ducking for cover, but the enemy comes out at random times, so you can't even get a proper aim at them. He couldn't shoot me, and I couldn't shoot him, so I decided to just dash and go somewhere else.

I can't remember much after that, and I prefer not to, since I doubt there was a happy ending.

DREAM | NON-DREAM


Ok so this was one of my most vivid dreams yet, and I think it was at the end of my longest REM Period of the night as I naturally woke, at about 5.30 AM.


I was skate boarding down a large hill along side a wire fence, with a few friends I know, when one of us slipped off the board, hurting themselves a lot, with half there face cut up badly, and cuts on their arms and legs, it was not the prettiest sight, and it scared the hell out of me. I began to apply first aid (which is not unusual as I have a tier II First aid certificate.) and the others called for an ambulance, there was two different operators on the phone, one was really nice and helpful whilst the other was mean. We were speaking to the nicer one first, who transferred us to the other, we had some sort of argument and then asked to be put back on the line with the other lady. (we said her name, although I forgot this detail.) Once the call was over we waited for the ambulance. Next to the road where the incident happened was a wire linked fence, beyond it was a small hill, a tree and a cricket ground, but I do not remember the cricket ground to well. We began to watch through the fence when a man, presumably from the nearby town approached us, he asked what had happend and asked if it was one of the people who played AFL (Australian Football League, one of the biggest sports here.) we said no, and he let out a sigh of relief and praised the lord. We thought it was kind of rude, but did not do anything of it. Moments after this, the person who had slipped off the board started laughing, we all turned and he stood up, and said "Got you's!" we all got angry, swore at him and I then said "Your paying for all the fee's of the ambulance, and the fine for a prank call, fucker." I was pissed.

The dream then faded, and I awoke, naturally, which was nice.

this morning i had my 3 and 4 lucid dreams it was awsome i was realy hammerd that night and i woke up somtime in the early morning and was waiting to all asleep and i felt like i was falling through space twisting and turning and then i saw my body lying next to a copy of my body in the EXACT same position as eachother i was looking down from the cealing and then i was instantly in my body and i knew what was happening so i did reality checks to be sure and i was, and then the scene changed again and i was in a stair case and i kept on walking up for ages and when i got to the top it was a dead end just a wall and so i used some like super powers lol and put my hands on the wall and tried to make it dissapear but instead it turned to paper and so i started tearing it down and it was the entrance to a plant room witch is where i uasaly am for work and my mate scotty was in there and we started punching on and so i put my hands up to the sky and pulled down two lightning bolts and started zapping him then i woke up.

and then i stayed still and in a couplle of seconds i was dreaming again and i was in mongolia and i was in an open feild serrounded by bush and a river and that one was realy boring couse i kept driftint in and out of lucidness but when i was lucid i like played in the river catching fish and shit and just walked around looking at the bush