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I dreampt I was in a physics classroom. Sun woo kim my lab partner was a really cool kid all the sudden and was entering class ahead of me. i waited outside for some reason and showed up to class 4 minutes late which upset mr. chan. we were doing some lab but i was not really foccused.

later in the dream there was something hapening with showers and stuff and i was naked in my moms bathroom with like robin my mom and melanie which was kinda strange. then jim was outside and i told him go ahead and shower first

i went to look on computer for a while

then lastly i remember climbing a rope and my body being heavy, and then triny to get across monkey bars

Last night was a combination of many dream fragments.

1.) I had a reoccurring, repetitive dream fragment about me forgetting to do something at work. Space anytime I have any of these dreams often wears out my mind, and I end up getting up several times during the night. I wonder if there is a way to prevent dreams like this from happening, so that I can simply work at my job effectively, without suffering during sleep.

2.) I am at a large gathering/party, and that there are many festivities going on. There was a brief dream fragment prior to this one about how I got to the festivities, and at first it was all taking place inside of a large venue/bar. However, as dreams Tended to do, the setting had completely changed by the end of this dream fragment, going into the next one.

3.) I wake up and get out of bed, and I head out to where the festivities are. At this point the area is one large outdoor strip, similar to a long street with a whole bunch of stands and a lot of people. As I am traveling down the street, I am overcome with hunger, and I head over towards a stand. There I see Bill from work getting food, and then deciding he didn't want the food, putting the Food back where he got it from. The food was some sort of southwestern Mixture of seasoned chips, salsa, and a whole bunch of fixings. So, in other words, nachos. ...

4.) For some reason, later on in the dream, I discovered that Cartman is there, and Cartman and Kyle are doing something together and decide to drive off on a motorcycle. As they are driving off, Cartman is telling me he's doing something specific, while trying to act overly innocent. Knowing Cartman, I knew that he was up to something, and I was afraid he was getting me back for something I did earlier, So I decided to find a motorcycle and follow far behind him so that I can tell where he is going. While doing so, we are coming across the road that sits right next to a cliffside into a canyon. Kyle and Cartman soon discovered me, and so they turn around to try to counter pursue me, but I Circumvent them driving around a statue that was sitting randomly next to the road. ... I am traveling down a hillside into the canyon with Kyle and Cartman driving after me, and as I stop, Kyle and Cartman in protest, telling me that they were trying to do something nice for me because of how angry I was at them earlier, And that I was ruining some big surprise. ... Very randomly, I gigantic rock golem begins to make its way out of the ground, which was the size of a Titan. With powers of that of a God, it declared that it would take Cartman, and separate his past self from his future self for all eternity, as the weather started becoming very very nasty. ... It all ended with me finding a used snickers bar, biting into it, and realizing that it was old.

08.01.2013

Boxes With No Content and GIVE ME BACK MY ZUNE HD!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with a group of guys who do all sorts of box related stuff, whether it's dressing themselves as boxes or doing box pranks.

The first thing that comes up with these guys is that one of them had their mother killed by a dog, which I really do believe. So when they're showing evidence, I see things in spectator mode, like a movie clip being played.

Things start out with sticks being placed, and I feel like I'm wacking the sticks with another stick. I don't know how I'm in this movie clip, and certainly do not hope that I'm the killer.

Turns out it's a prank, and I see one of the members of the box people dressed up like a Boxed version of the Katamari Prince.

Then I follow him for unknown reasons, and we're at this plane garage of some sort, and the other members are sitting down on vanilla metal fold-able chairs conducting a plan to prank a specific group of people.

So what they were going to do was get some rectangular shaped Styrofoam and put them in white boxes. Then they would put in some bogus instruction manual to things look legit right on top section inside the box so they would see it immediately when opening in.

I'm sitting down watching them do their thing, and they're done within a few seconds. They have a whole collection of rectangular boxes stacked on top of each other set up in rows and columns. For its height, it was about as high as my head sitting down (I'm 5'1'' or something like that).

I could see some boxes were cut off or something, and I was wonder how they're going to pull this off. I assumed these bad boxes were only facing me, and they were just using them as fillers to make the whole set look legit.

So then a random person comes in and picks up a box almost near to the end of one of the half opened boxes that looked like they were sawed off. Luckily he picked up one of their good ones, but for some reason, He actually has the competence to realize this box is extremely light.

So he opens the new one, looks at the instructional manual on top, and he looks convinced. BUT NO, he then takes something that's ACTUALLY in there, which is what he should've wanted, took it out, and asked one of the guys on whose item this belongs too.

I thought he was just stupid and should've went with a box with something in it at least. As I'm passively watching the back of him, I noticed he's holding a plastic bag with something in it. And one of the guys responds,

"Oh, that's his Zune HD."

And he's pointing at me.


So I start spasming and I go into the mode of,

"GIVE ME BACK MY ZUNE HD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So I quickly try to hold on to it, but this guy who's at least 6'4'' tall holds on to the other end pretty well. I tried to get control, but the dream immediately fades away, and I wake up with my eyes closed, realizing I could DEILD. But then I started talking to my Tulpa for good 45 seconds or so until the alarm rings.

Ugh...mornings...

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08.01.2013

Staged Bungee Jumping??? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember some guys dressed in White Robes and Desert hats are trying to simulate some event where some evil group of people made someone bungee jump near high traffic. They wouldn't send them right into the traffic, but they would make them 10 feet above it though.

It was kind of scary, and I'm watching things in spectator mode being worried if these people can actually hold their victims properly. No one was killed, at least to my recall, and then the staged version of it happens where the guy seems to be preparing for Circus Acrobatics.

This was all in an environment that represented some parts of New York. The people, both the staged and the actual evil people were all on a bridge that was maybe 20 feet above traffic. This same bridge was connected to the apartment complexes or random buildings on opposite sides.

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08.01.2013

Use GMail to send out Package Orders? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a school hallway that resembles a High School's in waking life.

There's the milky caramel colored tiled flooring along with this white glass covering on top that has the run blasting its light all over it, and the place looks pretty peaceful and quiet.

This is kind weird since this section of the hallway would have a cafeteria to the left, and I thought there would be a lot of chattering since it felt like Lunch Time.

People started to come to the hallway more, and there was a plan where me and a few group of people would eventually use Gmail to send out food packages or something.

I came up with the idea of using the Gmail, so yay me!

Then there's random manifestation of food on tables everywhere when someone said there will be tables.

After 10 seconds or so, the hallway that's about a quarter mile long has a lot of food lined up on the right side (looking at this screen). I feel hungry and decided to help myself on some food.

I think there were restrictions, especially on the desert where I hear two old people saying that they'll be using their eyes very well to see who picked out more than two items for each plate.

There were a lot of plates if I was thinking clearly at the time, but I started to become paranoid by picking only 1 food item from every other 3 or even 5 plates.

Then I noticed people are just taking food like that without a care in the world, so I jump into the bandwagon and did the same. I picked out random stuff like Chowmein, Cheesecake, and other stuff I can't even place a name on; I just know they looked and probably tasted REALLY good..

Then the dream shifts where I find myself thinking that the tardy bell, or the warning bell before that bell was going to ring. But for a few seconds before knowing that, I remember going into the wrong sub-hallway to my left, but not knowing it's the wrong area as yet.

I see a many come inside the glass doors with metal bars to push in to open, and he looks really familiar. After 1-2 seconds, I easily picked up on who it's a counterpart of, which is a guy named Carly or something. He's wearing a gray shirt, faded blue jeans, and can't remember the shoe color.

He's basically a pretty decent copy of the waking life version, and he waves at me and I do the same. Then he looks at me weird, and I don't even know why. Then I realize this isn't where my Chemistry room is!!!

I don't know, I just had a random surge of thought come out and presumed I had to go to Chemistry class in High School. I realized I'm wearing a white dress shirt tucked underneath black dress pants and fancy black lace less shoes, and also a red tie as well.

I prepared myself to dash, but I'm having a difficult time running of course. I feel like I'm running on a treadmill at times, but I am able to move forward a bit.

It gets tiring for a while since I can feel my feel and the shoe front bending a bit (I think the shoe was a little big for me). My main objective from that point was to get to the other side that had red stuff.

I finally get control of my ability to run, and halfway in the hallway, I see some random guy to my right who's wearing a light gray shirt and regular blue jeans and is close to being obese looking at a Widescreen television placed to the left on top of the sides of the higher floor.

I stop and wondered why this guy is so phased out watching it, and I look at it myself. I think it was random commercials or someone giving a message. It felt like instructions on doing something, but I forgot what it was.

So I spend the rest of the dream trying to reach the other side, and I don't know if I actually reach there before the dream fades away.

There's a few more dreams I recalled, but I'm too lazy as hell to type them down, and I'm hungry too...

At first, I was in a hotel before I gained awareness. After slime came out of the taps, I became both self-aware and owner of the hotel, but I put myself in a campsite (I love camping!) with some friends. I then thought; "If this is a dream, I CAN FLY!" but couldn't.

07.01.2013

Avoiding Saddler and Escaping To the Ocean (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

First of all, this was quite a scary dream because I was trapped in a room for a while, and it took some creativity and a lucky distraction to get away from Saddler, the main villain in Resident Evil 4.

There are maybe 2-3 resets in this dream, and there were other dreams mixed into them I believe. The first thing I can remember is simply being inside of a tool shed made of gray bricks and a decent rooftop.

I go inside, thinking Saddler wouldn't find me there, but I left the door open, and he slowly prepares himself to come in. He takes a peek to see if I'm there, and I'm pretty sure he knows I'm there. For this part of the dream before the reset, it was because I was afraid of what he would do to me that made me shift into another dream.

Before the dream goes into a reset at that same event, I'm in a first person player dream where I'm holding a gun and I'm running around randomly. I'm listening to someone showing another person how to prepare their gun.

He screams out,

"Lift your Arm!"

"Hold!"

"Shoot"

The person practicing this was doing the same procedure stated to him, and I was confused on what he meant by "Hold," so I looked at the person and saw they cocked their gun and I did the same.

I noticed when I was doing this, I get a more detailed version of the gun, and I see #1 and #2 near the holding base of the gun. I decided to press number 2 since 1 was already pressed.

I hold my arm up, cocked the gun, but I didn't want to shoot. I just repeated the process until I realized I had a different gun. Now I'm shifted back to that same dream I mentioned of me trying to escape Saddler.

This time, the dream shift skips whatever I did to get out of the dead-end situation I set myself up for with Saddler. The area around me was an island and the borders for this section of the island had light gray bricks that pretty vivid for something that would just be a filler in a dream like this.

The surface I'm standing on is a trailing path of pure brown dirt with green grass left and right. There's randomly generated trees spaced out maybe 10 feet from each other, but if I remember correctly, there were maybe 2-5 trees overall on this section of the island. The sky above is blue and has little clouds, and it feels likes a tropical environment.

It feels kind of awkward to have this nice little paradise of an island with evil lurking within in. So I aimed my weapon that's now a grappling gun to the roof of castle-like structure 20 feet away from me.

I think I'm going to miss, but the grapple just extends a bit further probably to ensure that I get a hold on to something at least. So I shifted my gun downwards a bit and now the grapple is in place. I thought I had to manually climb up, but apparently the grappling gun does an automatic pull for me...sweet!

So I immediately take a right and head for the sandy beach and find that the water stretching god knows how long. The water is a turquoise type of color that's a bit more on the green side, like pastel green, except a little darker and a bit more yellow to give it a limey kind of color.

There's a submarine with its top exposed, and I realize I'm riding a balloon like mini submarine. Things are going fairly well for me, and my worries of the balloon like structure popping from sharp objects is eliminated, which allows me to speed up to follow the older man who I believe helped me escape from Saddler.

I wanted to go into the submarine since the old man was apparently going for it, but he moved forward instead, and I clearly shifted my vehicle to the right. I'm keeping a pretty steady pace, maybe 30 feet away from him, but now I'm shifted to the right, and I think I plan to go on my own into a even DEEPER ocean that's right UNDER this one.

That's all I remember for that one.

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07.01.2013

Bacteriophages Infecting The House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a house, and basically, there are brown bacteriophages that are about as small as my pinky, maybe smaller than that, infecting this random house I'm in.

I'm trying my best to avoid them because someone told me that they can cause your memory to degree. They weren't really affecting me, or at least I didn't feel as if they were after me, but I started to get paranoid because they grew by the number at random places in the house.

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07.01.2013

Running Away from White Tiger With Black Stripes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's this female that I'm close to in this very cold area completely saturated with snow.

There's not much I can remember from this, but I do remember saying something to her, and then I was trying to run away from her.

She transforms into a white tiger with black stripes, and while I'm trying my best to get the hell away from her, I think I'm saying some cruel things at her along with someone else running away from her.

The other person does most of the insulting, and I realized that these insults I'm giving to her are petty and just completely disrespectful. I'm pretty sure she was someone good to talk with, but I don't know that triggered this negativity.

She comes at me fast in her tiger mode, and I'm now in this weird position where I'm controlling my dream body to run away from her, but I also have vision to see what's behind me.

She's just coming at me with all her might, and I'm barely able to keep up a faster pace than her.

I noticed the glacier and icy areas I'm passively acknowledging as I'm going maybe 60 mph or even 70 mph, possibly in an animal transformation of my own, are starting to crack.

But we're going so fast, it doesn't even matter.

I can't remember much after that.

Then there's this other dream I had where my father reads my text messages and what's on my computer, and I don't want him to know I have a girlfriend. He seems to be a bit passive, but I still quickly take back my phone and laptop away from him.

Non-Lucid: I was not me. I came pre-loaded with knowledge that I was an older, mid-thirties brunette woman though my name was never brought up in conversation, and so I never found it out. I was knocking on the door to a dingy apartment. I also knew that this apartment belonged to a man named Michael and that Michael had requested I evaluate him and judge whether or not he should be allowed to kill himself.

The man that opened the door had the same face as a boy I, my actual self, had known from my high-school Spanish class. though, that did not seem to faze me in the dream. He looked sad, defeated. So much so that it almost seemed to radiate from him, when I crossed the threshold to the other side of the room, I felt less affected by his gloom, but if he walked close to me, I felt depressed, myself.
"So... what now?" He said, closing the door, "Do you interview me?"
"no," I said, "you just go about your day, I'm only here to observe."

Time Lapse.

Arrive at a cafe of some kind. I'm following Michael. He ushers me ahead of him, when I try to refuse he abrasively insists. I move ahead and order only to discover I have no money. "oh for fuck's sake" Michael sighs. He pays for my food and we sit down to eat.
"So, worst date you've ever been on?" he says
"Close." I say.

My memory gets fuzzy here. But I can generally remember that upon learning more about Michael, I begin to see that, though he is sad and depressed, he is creative. And, though he is socially awkward, he genuinely cares about the good of others.
However, at the final vote, I am outnumbered and Michael is sentenced to state-assisted suicide.

I don't classify this as a nightmare, (though I felt so strongly about this dream that I woke up to tears) because even at the end, Michael was sure in his decision to die. He no longer wanted to live, and he left his world smiling.

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I was outside my old middle school. I got attacked by fire ants and I wasn't able to brush them off.

A man was telling me about how he had headed the creative team of a new video game. He told me that the plot of the game was a zombie apocalypse, and the character that you played as was a young girl with a wedding gown. (The wedding gown was tattered and had blood stains.) And the entire game had a very interesting artistic feel because there was a graphics engine that made the game look like a watercolor painting.

I was in a castle-city that looked like Solitude from the game skyrim. Eventually, the city began to lose accuracy to the game and became very large and modern. I stopped flying at the very top of a mountain and thought about doing a parkour run down the buildings built into the mountain and to the ocean. I woke up before I could do so.

DJ Log: January 7, 2013 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking around with a friend in a huge shopping mall with multiple floors and wings. He stops in at a store with a delicatessen next to it. I tell him that I'm going to find something more substantial to eat and I'll meet him back here in a while.

I walk around for a while and check out some of the food stands. They all seem to have nothing but chicken for sale. I don't eat chicken, so I keep walking past them all. I walk down one of the wings and stay to the left on all turns so it's easier to find my way back to the store my friend is at. I walk for a while and find this store called Thailand Food Market. I stop in and check out all the food, but don't see anything interesting. There is a reefer cabinet full of all kinds of strangely shaped vegetables. I can't seem to find any meat, so I decide to leave.

I walk further and end up near the end of the wing. All of the stores here are vacant and have 'For Lease' signs in the windows. I pass a small restaurant and there is a table in the front window which has utensils and wine glasses at all the seats and a candle burning in the center of the table. There is a 'For Lease' sign on the door. I stare in the window for a while, hoping that someone is inside and will invite me in for some food. There is nobody inside and all of the lights are off.

I walk along a bit further and arrive at a store with all kinds of random junk all over the place. It looks like a flea market of some sort. I walk around through a section of antiques, then into a section with piles of old electronics. There is another area which has shelves full of old smelly shoes. * End of recall ability *

(Note: My brain was emptying itself as fast as I could talk into my recorder. I have zero recall of this dream now, 14 hours after awakening. The best thing I ever did was put a digital voice recorder beside my bed. I can speak much faster than I can write and I don't need to open my eyes to push the record button. This has helped me DJ more dreams recently that I ever could have before with only a notepad and a pen. Sometimes, I get recordings that are only 2 or 3 slurred words, then just snoring for 2 hours. Though this is kind of a fragment, I'm not categorizing it as such since I was able to write a few paragraphs...)

I unsubscribed from a forum because I might be slowing them down. but here is the nights dream I would have posted on our incubation night (7-8th of the month).

A young slim boy wants me to mary him. People want us to marry. I am his age (about 16). We go to an old leather couch and I massage one off his feet. then the other foot. I dont want to be anymore intimate than this. Niether does he. We want to be friends. We have good ideas to talk to each other about. We want to "talk" not be physically intimate. Then the TV is on and we are watching Black and White TV and a third 16 year old girl joins us (EOD)

About 12 letters arrive in the post. I open them. I read one. It has an eleven thousand dollar check in it with a letter of encouragement. I see a big, giant, kind looking, bearded head in window. His big long beared is inside the window. He donated the 11,000.

I klnow the other 11 (or so) letters have donations attached to them. I gather them up unread. I am embarassed, and I think I did something wrong by openjng them. Mabe they were not meant for me.

I tell the man with the big beard that I dont know what to do with his 11,000 dollars. He wants me to use it. He dont want it back.

I feel like calling a meeting with the 12 doners to tell them "sorry" and give back the donations.

But I know they want me to (sort off) get-of-my-ass and use the money for what I asked for the money for.

But I cant remember what I ask for the money for (EOD)

Massimo from Italy (big beard) "Scratch your own itch."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoBU...e_gdata_player
(15:47) 71,981 views

I grabbed 3 people from the iasd psi-dreams yahoogroups in 2008 to work with me on my "ankoring the Mandala" dream project. One name was Massimo from Italy. The old 2012 pdc ad had a picture of him. He had a big beared so I think Massimo was the dream giant encouraging me in my dream (with $11,000.

So I just put massimo into Youtube and found the above massimo. It's about "open source" sharing" no copyright (I think).

My (our) Mandala (my avatar) is "Open Source".

2013-1-08 Tuesday morning- Non lucid

The Dream started out escaping from some event. (hard to remember)
I reached a bunker with a few other people. About 6 or so.

It was by the sea. Blue skies and blue waters.
The concrete bunker didn't stand out all that much on the sandstone walkway as it was going into the floor.
It was smooth and had no sharp edges. It looked very similar to Fallout 2 vault city buildings.
There was a three block high sandstone wall that stood about waist high.

*Time started skipping. I got the feeling and knowledge but not the experience*
*About a week passed*
An argument happened between an older man (about 50) who was somewhat close to me and a small group of people. They left.

Now there was me, the older man, and another man in a blue shirt.

*more time passed without me*

People came and went bringing items with them and leaving them with us. Various shaped stones and rocks.
One was a mighty, deep red, smooth, scoop like shape. Similar to obsidian when it fractures.
It had a "blade" that eased off into a flat, thick "handle". It kinda looked like a shovel head though...

*A lot more time passed without me*

We headed up the coast with some people, keeping the water to the right.
We followed the waters edge into a small bay and found a partially buried house. Not so much buried but carved into
The travel was almost instant.

I walked into the building. The walls were of a dark wood. There was an exit in the back behind a glass display rack.
The stones were placed into the rack. Stairs led downward into (some place safe).

Some people arrived and they "signed in" each writing a curse word on the wall or table next to the exit.
One young man came in, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, black hair.
He looked like the new Devil may cry Protagonist but with a different face.
*despite me never playing any of the games *
We (the older man and I) explained the house was not open until he signed. He began to sign the wall.
He wrote lightning next to the word fuck. We both stared at him.

>"What?" He asked.
"Lightning? Really?" I asked
>"Yeah"
"That's not a swear word..."
>"It has fuck in front of it."
*We both laughed at him
-"Just write fuck you or something" the older man suggested.
"Then he would be Donte"
*we both laughed again

*we made more fun of him with jokes and memes from 4chan /v/ relating to DMC and Donte*

"Donte" then signed something and entered, visibly frustrated with us.
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I think that many years passed in the world, though they were absent of my awareness. I just got the feeling that it "happened"

The house changed, there were windows now, large double doors leading into the house.
A library filled the entrance room walls, they looked similar to MineCraft shelves, the same colours anyway.
It was now a school of some kind, some form of magic. I was still the guard of the entrance and display rack.

There was a large building network on the opposite side of the cliff/ bay.

I went outside/or looked through a window, and saw a fairly good looking woman.
Early 20's, blonde? hair, black leather or glossy fabric of some kind, it griped her body well.

All she said was "Hello?" and "would come to the dance with me?"
When I responded with yes she just said "great!" and left.

I returned to the "lobby" and admired the opposite house through a window.
It was an asian style, 3 or more story house. With the stereotypical curved roof. See: Generic Asian pagoda but massive at the base.

I saw another woman outside, gazing towards our building, so I went outside.

I stretched at the front door and she called out to me with a simple, elongated "hey?" in that slightly seductive manor.

She had black, flowing hair, and sported the same black pants and shirt as the first woman.
Her face was quite attractive, she had a small-but-not-petite frame and was pretty damn fit.
She gave of the feeling of a red belly black snake, or black mamba.
Beautiful, seductive, alluring but incredibly dangerous and will gladly kill you if it feels like it.

I responded to her with the elongated "He-llo" returning the obvious attraction between us.

She asked who I was and I told her it. I don't recall the name right now.
She gave hers and I don't remember it either.

*missing scene including a small section of conversation*

A blonde woman emerged from the second floor onto the balcony and she asked me to join her at the dance.
She was wearing a black boob-tube and the same black, shiny pants.
Another woman, maybe the same one, came out and joined the conversation. But she wore a black t-shirt.

The black haired woman asked me what I was interested in. I paused, thought about it had and told her yoga.
She told me that she tried "that shit" and got the "whole hand thing working"
She waved her hand around as if something was stuck to the under side of it.
She said "I ran to my mum and showed her, I got it to repeat and she told me to cut a line in the top and..." *missing scene*
Then an image of a pair of scissors cutting a line in a pink lid, similar to a drink from a fast food place, popped into my head.
The image then showed me a hole being stuck in the bottom of the cup.

"so yeah..."

She asked me if I wanted to join her at the dance.
I answered yes but asked why everyone was asking me that.

And OLD AS HELL man, most likely an elder or scholar came out of my building.
It felt like he was going to tell me off but then the dream ended.


I should add that there was a strong presence of "dark magic" emanating from the women. Or "bad vibes" or "something sinister yet attractive"

I wanted to join them But couldn't yet because of the gap between us. Ie the bay+cliffs of sand stone.

This was my most vivid dream so far. Sights, textures, emotions, memories and feelings were all so real...but not "so real it's fake-real"

Bedtime: 23:40
First wakeup: 05:28, wrote down dream and went on toilet, back in bed to WBTB attempt at 05:42.
Final wakeup: 07:15

Supplements: 100mg B6 and 100mg L-theanine


Hacking stuff, movie and sniper (DREAM)
I was on the computer, searching for how I can get lots more YouTube views. Found two sites that said would be great.
Suddenly when I started download the software from one of the sites, a packet appeared in my dads living room.
I unboxed it, and discovered it's some kind of real hacking tools. It was a book, shoes in size 35, a movie and a sniper.
I walked back to my room and started to watch the movie. The movie showed a girl who did the same as me, and where he later got her loved ones killed by a sniper man.

That's it.

I'm at the mall, and the store I'm at has all these really old Japanese games, and some converter that instantly translates them. Later, I'm driving a giant mech down the street. I was a little disappointed because I didn't know how to make it fly.