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It began walking down the streets towards a Target store at night. I was walking down the street and felt the need to check my hands on the way there. The environment didn't feel so real at the time. I felt that performing a reality check would be a good idea. I looked down at my palms and only notice my hands. I never counted them, I think. If I do a reality check in reality I usually just read the word "Dream" on my left wrist. But something good did come out of this in the end...

I don't remember doing much inside the Target's store. I walked out of it after a bit and saw my father outside. I ignored him and walked over to the right side of the store. I saw a long way down to the far back of the store. There was probably nothing there. I walked over to that area and checked. On my way there I saw a recent friend I used to know in waking life standing in front of a store. Her name was Varaporn. She didn't look much like the one I saw when I was attending piano class with her but it still turned out good later.

When I finally reached the back of the store, I decided to go back to the front. As I was walking back, I saw Varaporn. I noticed she was staring at me, so I stared back and gave her one of my flirting stares. I looked away but before I continue on, she yells my name. I walked up to her to see what she wanted. Despite her not looking exactly the same as she does in real life, she was still good looking in the dream.

When I walked up to her, she escorted me to the store with a few other guys I used to go school with. One of their names was Robert but I couldn't remember the other one. The store we walked in to was a thrift shop. When were in there, Varaporn changed her face structure. I had no idea! She offered me "special services." At first, I was afraid to catch an infection from the woman. I made up an excuse and told her that my father was waiting for me. She didn't want me to leave but I also didn't wanted any diseases.

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At this time, I thought more about reality. I really wanted to have sex. Somehow I knew it was a dream but wasn't sure if I could still catch a disease. I did her anyways. I didn't want the dream to end already, so I walked up in front of her, made out a little, took down my pants, placed her on a sofa in front of me, took off her pants, stuck my penis in there(it felt like breaking), tried to thrust her but couldn't, made out with her some more and tired to thrust her while doing it, then I woke up.

01.02.2013

Huge Orange Fish (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a glass building and I'm looking outside at random things like a huge orange fish with sharp teeth being exposed.

It's looking at me, and it has its mouth open, and I'm absolutely amazed on how dangerous this fish is if the glass broke or something.

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01.02.2013

Justice League is After Me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is a few members from the Justice League chasing me because I changed the password to something.

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01.02.2013

More Prince of Tennis (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is playing with someone in a High School I attended, and he was the #1 Varsity player at the time in Mayde Creek High School.

Then there are just random moments where Ryoma Echizen shows up again, and I think he wants to play with the same #1. For some reason, I felt I was interchanging perspectives with Ryoma.

I tried to make a decent rally, but I can't even hit the ball back to the person.

02.01.2013

Futuristic Building (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It is time to get back into writing down my dreams and get back in dream-shape I am not sure how many of my followers will keep reading me after a year, but here it goes!

I was at night driving going to a Psychic fair of some sort. The road was very dark and it was a small freeway of one line on each way. I suddenly started to see a huge building at the end of the road, made out of light.

I noticed that huge helicopters where still building the building. The building had like 5-6 different pieces that together, made a huge 50 story building. The building was neon blue and very bright. It looked very futuristic. A couple of times, it felt like a helicopter was going to drop a piece of the building. Once, one helicopter started to shake abruptly and I could hear in a whisper, "night-night"

Once piece of a building, was made out of metal and did not look futuristic at all, in fact, it had Gothic arch. This piece of building attached and another piece, futuristic one attacked in front of it.

A huge piece in form of a pyramid attached to the top of the building attached, completing the building.

I kept driving and suddenly I was in front of the bulding so I entered. I saw the business card of a friend of mine where she was going to give reading. I needed to find the room where I was going to give readings, since I was invited to do Psychic readings.

Well, this is what I got. Let's get back in shape.

10/28/2012
I had a short, vague dream about the possibility of having a dream that lasted forever when you became lucid. Also in the dream, I had to run away from a man with a mutated face.

Dream 1:

Jeff and I were at this place where they had all these babies. They were being raised without parents. A lady that worked there came to us with this baby and told us that she would help us smuggle the baby out.

So for the rest of the dream were were on the run with this little baby. I remember trying to look at a map. We were supposed to be in California, but the map looked like a different place. There were only a few main highways to choose from.

This dream was very long and involved, but I no longer remember the details.

Dream 2:

I was at a friend's wedding. I was supposed to do a musical number I was so confused at what was going on. We were supposed to be having a rehersal, but I had no idea when I was supposed to be doing the song. Then I was told the wedding was actually in this city a few hours drive away. The people wearing red dresses were going to be going together. I looked and saw that I was wearing green. No one had told me I should be wearing red. I had no idea where I was supposed to go or how I would get there.

I am in school (in Cuba), in A college or something like a university. There is going to be a test about physics, but I reason that I have not attended all the classes and I'm not ready. I am approached by girl in a short green dress and we exchanged a few words that I do not remember. Then she walks toward a kind of balcony with brown slabs but no balcony railings. It is a colonial building and the height is like a multi-story building. I went out to the balcony and the height gives me vertigo. I warn the girl to leave the balcony but she does not listen. Suddenly the scene changes for no reason and I see myself approaching the facade of a house. There is a door and two windows and I realize I'm dreaming, but I wake up immediately.

took:
- 100mg 5-HTP before going to sleep
- 1 dose of galantamine + choline (continuing the 1 day on 1 day off cycle)
lucid dreaming: 2 lucid experiences
note:
- took 100mg 5-HTP (used to stack all the REM sleep towards the end of the night)
- got to sleep at 11:10PM (before 12 I'm starting to think is key)
- galantamine at 4:50AM resulted in a couple of LDs
- great dream recall (5 dreams recorded)
- starting to think the current dose of 5-HTP with my routine has no effect

I think I wilded to get into this dream because it started in the room I fell asleep in. I went out the door and went up a staircase and there was a huge glass window that I looked out. I was lucid and I thought to myself. This is an amazing replication of the real world because I looked out and it was autumn and it was beautiful. It changed and I was on a street I walked down the street and it came to a door. I was still lucid at this point. I opened the door and I felt that something scary was gunna happen. I was all of a sudden lying on the ground and I could hear some footsteps getting closer and closer. Soon enough a black entity was rubbing against my forehead. I then proceeded to remember that it was a creation of my own mind. After that I had a false awakening And when I finally woke up I found it was the curtains tickling my forehead, whilst the wind was blowing them. Hehe.

I remember this dream having some ridiculous storyline, but sadly i only remember the end part of it.

Anyway, i and some other people were in some sort of tech lab, which apparently was controlled by enemy. In one of the rooms we ran into enemy and both sides had guns so we started shooting. As we defeated the wave of enemies we found some sort of pod, which we have opened and freed an girl. She was aggressive and almost killed one of our people until we managed to calm her down, she could transform her arms into very sharp metallic blades. Then there some other girl appears(probably from our group) and says that she will cover our retreat.
Dream skips to that we are retreating in some sort of car, there are some conversations(which i don't remember), eventually we reach some sort of pyramid. Apparently we are still being chased by the enemy so we split our group, most of people continue driving the car while me, girl and some other man go into the pyramid. There's a long maze and some more conversations happen during the walk, about who enemies are and about the girl(Again, can't remember convos themselves, only themes).
Eventually we reach the exit and we are in some sort of deserty landscape now. There is gas station we stop at. On it apparently the girl figures out how to control her powers, she concentrates on the arm and it transforms into sharp metallic blade and back. Then weirdly, my viewpoint changes to her viewpoint for a second and i am able to feel arm transforming into a blade and back, huh. Then she manages to transform into robot form fully, and it's not very humanoid type of robot apparently, with caterpillar tracks, those sharp blades for arms and some weird detectors/visors on the head. The dream ends there.

10/27/2012
Me, Marysa, and Marysa's friend all are pulling into my old S. Alder Drive house garage. Marysa's friend is driving and we are arguing about cars. As we pull in, on my left I see a radio that is a police station transmitter. I hear cops saying different things. In front of us I see my dad in a white charger trying to leave the garage. He swings the car around and hits our car and then speeds off. As he drives straight towards the neighbors house I see his front right wheel start to come off. It comes off as well as the back wheel and I see a young boy ride the wheels away safely. My dad is super mad because he endangered a young boy. After I witness this we all go inside and I give Marysa a tour of the house. My mom gives her a new outfit that is too big but Marysa says that she will make it work. I take her outfit and a bunch of huge sheets to her car and then continue the tour. In the first room, which was my sister's old room, there is a bar and a couch. I tell Marysa that we can put a ping pong table in there. Then we walk to the next room and inside are two ping pong tables and a lot of accessories for games like Foosball. We also meet a man in there that apparently lives there. He speaks another language at first and then I find out that he also speaks German. I talk to him in German and he tells me he is from Australia. I tell him that my dad owns this house and then my mom calls us for what is apparently my birthday dinner. I sit down next to my Grandpa G. who is on the end of the table and Marysa sits down on the other side of me. I begin to hold a long conversation with everyone. Next, I find myself at a huge stadium with thousands of people and my friends for my birthday party. My girl friends get introduced to the crowd and everyone cheers. Then my guy friends and me get introduced to the crowd but nobody really cheers.

The dream starts at a restaurant with my grandma, my aunt s, and someone else. It is a healthy restaurant so I order a sweet potato sandwich and a grilled cheese. I then go clean off a table for two in the eating area. I look around for my grandma and find her sitting in a table behind me with the two others. For some reason I forgot about them two. By the time I get there my food is cold so I go up to the cashier and tell her a lie saying that I set up a table and left but a buzzer took my food. The cashier tells me that I am lucky to have talked to her because her boss would have accused me of trying to stay near the phone to take customers credit card info. I then go outside the restaurant where I see my dad sisters and girlfriend along with my boss. My boss is smoking a cuban and we all chill for a bit. I then I go get my food and as I am going I see Monica from high school and she gives me my food. I walk back outside to eat and notice that my little sister is watching two men get arrested by 4 cops. I tell her to look away but then things escalate. I see the cops throw one of the men down onto the ground hard. The man starts yelling and now my girlfriend is also very scared. She runs and hides behind me. The other man then escapes the cop and starts to run away. I see my dad try to help at first but when the man escapes he gives me the signal to run. My sisters and dad all run to his truck and I run to mine. We speed away and my dad follows me as I drive on this highway. I swerve around as I see a cop turn his lights on. Next thing I know I am at my college but instead of my truck I am now riding a horse. The weird part is that my college has turned into a giant Disney land. I ride my horse around but unfortunately I am lost. I turn down a street and ask a random dude where north is. He points and I ride in that direction but soon find myself looking out of a window that overlooks the Disney College. Across from me are cartoon houses. Below me is a valley that looks animated. Everywhere I look there are colorful cartoon-looking buildings. I wake up.

I was at my wife's factory. I was in training to do her job, but instead of watching machines do embroidery, the machine took one product, a toy already in blister packaging, and injected it with some kind of liquid. This was designed to make it just like another toy, or equivalent to this other toy (?).

Remembering that my wife has to do things to spec, I turned to the guy in charge of the machine. He had memorized the specs that I would have to have written down, and another guy at the other end of the room had the specs. I thought they should be closer to the guy manning the machine, at least when that person was going to be me, but I wasn't going to start complaining. I just wanted to learn my job.

01-02-2013 -- This one seems to start almost as a gas station mystery shop. I am at the pumps at a gas station, getting ready to maybe pump some gas, and also looking around at outside displays, thinking to maybe get some oil. I suddenly realize I brought oil with me, and it is already mine, even as I am pulling it off the display, and am hoping I don't get in trouble for using my own oil, because it sure doesn't look right, the way it is going down.

Soon I stumble into a sort of meeting of an organization that seems to be kind of a get-rich-quick thing. You know ... the various real estate gurus who advertise buying property with no money down and making a fortune. There is a sort of feeling of some kind of scam going on, and though no characters appear, there is a strong feeling of something connected to Psych. The guy leading things seems to be Alexandre O., a pastor I knew from my days at Hosanna Printing.

My cell phone rings, and I am asked to turn it off, as they want no recording of the meeting. My phone quickly turns into a small hand-held cassette recorder, and though I try to turn it off, the wheels keep turning and the tape keeps moving, so I think it is still recording. They don't think it is a problem, though, since that is what everybody else's recorders are doing. (Just how many people are recording this thing when they aren't supposed to?)

It is a longish meeting, and there is a lot going on. It goes on for quite a while, but not in any detail I can put down here, except in a few small scenes. At one point they give a small, meek, slightly Oriental girl (think Amy from Futurama) a lot of money, several thousands of dollars that they collected from the rest of us at the meeting, and she is insisting that it is too much. The guy in charge interrupts her, and demands she tell us her name, and this shy girl who has barely spoken to us, and has identified herself as Amy in a whisper speaks out loud and clear, and gives her full name in a forceful manner. His point? Money has a large effect on a person's self confidence.

They bring a pizza in, and ask me to try the first piece, and I could swear it was the pizza that was made in my last dream (see Harry Potter, Voldemort, and the Pizza). It looks like the pizza from Aldi's, as it did, and is also fairly mangled. At one place, the crust has bubbled up, but instead of just a bubble in the crust, it bulges up and almost looks like a small planet on a column rising up from the crust, and I am really not sure about eating it.

Soon the meeting has been thinning out, and I have been asked to do something to show some sort of talent or skill that I will use to make something of myself. I grab a rather basic and simple guitar and start to try and play it (rather badly, as I have no idea how to play the guitar) and one of the other people takes it away from me. They somehow kind of unfold it into a much larger string instrument like a bull fiddle or something, and start to play amazingly on it.

I am embarrassed, but I start to sing along as they play. I have a lovely voice, and sing really well, but very softly because of my throat. [I have had no voice for about five years.] Soon we have moved away from the hotel we were in for this meeting, and Alexandre has turned into what almost looks like Peter David, and I find myself actually kind of whining about how I'm not actually good enough at anything, as we are trying to cross a really busy street to get back to the hotel.

The street crossing was fairly realistic, except for trying to dodge into too small of gaps in the traffic, when we can see much larger gaps a few seconds away, and would have just waited for them in real life. As we finish running across the street, Peter David has turned into Dale, and he has accidentally run behind a fence which separates the street from the sidewalk, so he has to back-track to get around the fence. I expect to beat him to the hotel because of this, but he still gets there first.

We head inside, and I note in passing that it is a nice hotel, but when I push the button for the elevator, and the doors slide open, they don't open onto an actual elevator, but onto a hallway containing the elevators. Weird. I glance at our room number, which is something like 5641 or some such, and hit the button for floor five, but that's not where we want to go. The rooms are not numbered by floor, but sequentially, and we have to read a sort of chart to figure out which floor our room is on.

01-02-2012 -- [No dreams that I could remember yesterday. Two from this morning that seem kind of neat.] For half of this dream I am watching things happen. For the other half, I am Harry Potter. Dream starts at the Hickory house, but very quickly is somewhere else. Harry Potter is a really, really little kid (probably three or four, but about the size of a baby) and is hiding in a small house from Voldemort, who is still hunting him.

I can't figure out where he is at first, then I see a slight movement, and he is kind of half-crawling out of his hiding place, which was in the lamp-shade of a small sort of stand lamp by the window. He really is small in this dream. There is another little kid hiding in the same house, in a cupboard or something, though I am not sure if it is Ron, Neville, or maybe even Draco; who knows in a dream.

The person who is watching them is a small, somewhat fragile-looking blonde who seems to be Maria G. from choir a few years ago. (Kind of fragile looking, but voice like an angel.) At one point she is helping Harry down from his hiding space, and talking with him, and I am worried that somebody is going to see a silhouette of him climbing down from there through the window, and will learn where his hiding space is.

I get the sense of something about a mechanic's shop, and cars, and maybe being given one, but can't remember any details. The Weasley twins are running around, and Voldemort catches them and is starting to interrogate them. I am horrified when the twins seem to be giving up information on Harry, including a spell that can get around his protection, but I eventually realize they are giving him a phony spell that will prank him, instead. Very brave, but it will get them killed if he ever catches them again.

By this time, I have turned into Harry Potter. I am in disguise, and sneak out of the house and across the street to a little hole-in-the-wall type of pizza parlor that I seem to remember from another dream here (first dream I ever posted here), where I tried to get a pizza before a nuke and running through a video game world.

The place only has three varieties of pizza, pepperoni, sausage, and combo (pepperoni and sausage), and they don't seem to make large pizzas, only a personal pizza and a medium that is about the size of those Aldi's pizzas I've been enjoying lately. The Sicilian style (not Sicilian type, Sicilian flavor: Italian sausage, salami, prosciutto ham), and even though the pizza is only supposed to be pepperoni and sausage, it looks like the Aldi's pizza, as well.

The place seems to be a cross between a hole-in-the-wall and even a trailer or food truck, and I have come in a back door to a sort of kitchen to place my order with a plump Italian woman, and am kind of watching as they make my pizza. They aren't doing a very good job, and in trying to stretch and place the pizza crust, it kind of gets badly folded and mangled. I am thinking of saying something, but really don't want to draw attention to myself, so I wander home to wait while they cook the pizza.

Soon I have to go back out to pick up it, but I am starting to get really worried. If I get caught, everything is over. For everybody. Yes, I have a disguise, but I don't know how good it is. But I convince myself to go out, and Maria, who is out front gossiping with somebody, doesn't recognize me. She's busy talking about hearing a bang, but not knowing where it came from. Besides, the pizza place is right across the street. So I push aside my nerves, and walk on over.

I kind of creep over to the pizza parlor, but it is very, very dark. I sneak inside, and it is still dark, and there is dust everywhere. Soon I find everybody inside is dead. Between the time I ordered the pizza and came to pick it up, Voldemort had blown the place up. Maria heard the explosion, but didn't recognize what it was. Very frightening. The bad guys are still creeping around the place, so now I have to dodge them and stay out of sight as I sneak back home.

12-31-2012 -- [Three dreams from the last day of the year, even if in kind of limited format. Was sleeping poorly, edge of sick, hints of sleep apnea, and waking far too frequently.] I seem to be reading a message forum set up for a childrens' book author, who slowly turns out to be Bonnie M. The forum seems much more like a Bravenet-style forum or a Prodigy or Genie-style pre-web service, and I haven't checked in for a very long time.

There is a lengthy, involved discussion on the forum, itself, and updates needed but not made, and wondering if they will ever be fixed. This leads to another discussion about rumors of problems between the author (Bonnie) and the webmaster that might have to be resolved before any fix could occur. One of the people on the forum turns out to be one of Bonnie's grandchildren, who says she'll ask her Baba what the issue is. I'm worried about what she might say, since I am the one who designed and installed the website.

I accidentally post a reply on my old account, which I really didn't want to do, for fear it might cause problems. I quickly go back and delete the message, but somebody has already replied to it, and it leads to another discussion about whether I came back, or whether somebody new has been hired on to update the site. And the debate continues.

[In real life, I did design the web site, but she was a clown, not a childrens author, and the web site had no need for a forum, so I did not include one. And since I designed it, and had a bit of a falling out with her, somebody else has come in and done some limited further work on the site.]

12-31-2012 -- [Kind of a continuation of the previous dream, but I know I woke up and tried to fix the dream in my head before I dropped off into sleep again.] I am still dealing with the computer forum, and problems related to it, and my accidental post, but now it is more a forum about/for Harry Potter and/or Harry Potter fan-fiction, with hints of Runescape's Player Owned Ports thrown in. (As has been the case with many of my dreams, lately.)

Messages seem to be kind of color-coded (like the POP characters), but they refer to three factions within Hogwarts that are making plans for me. I am Harry Potter, of course, and myself, Minerva and Albus are all making plans for me, for what I should be doing, and where my life should be going. I prefer my plans, strangely enough. Snape hates me, but is honest enough to admit that my plans seem to be both the most realistic, and the most reasonable.

The forum software has a strange display system that kind of flow-charts the messages, and has them in multiple columns all over the screen, almost like some sort of out-of-control rabid shoutbox. I have made a post trying to deal with all this, and urging for my own plans for my life, and the system has displayed them in a box of their own on the far right top of the screen. The message ties in to the previous discussion, but branches off in a new direction, so probably should be a new message, and I planned to post it with a new account, but it accidentally came out under my old name. I at least manage to go back and change the name on it, though it still remains in the same place on the screen.

12-31-2012 -- [Another fragmented bit from the same night, but a little more active and involved.] I'm at the Hickory house in the front yard, playing some sort of small-scale live-action version of Risk, with hints of a game behind the game ... layers upon layers. There is a real feeling of wrong and menace in the air, like something evil is going on. I want to go inside and be safe, but the evil seems to be concentrated around the front door, and going through it might be extremely dangerous.

It kind of feels somewhat like something evil but invisible is trying to attack me from behind, except I can just barely kind of sense it. I grab at something, and come away with a magic wand, and holding that wand kind of grants me better vision for what I am trying to see. It's almost like a wand-using dementor that had been invisible to me, but now I can kind of see it, almost as a sort of black aura.

I can't go through the front door, but mom's bedroom window is open just a couple of inches, and I am thinking if I can force it open a little further, I can climb in the house through it. There is still a sense of evil around and even in the house, but not as great as what is blocking the front door. I manage to force the window, and climb inside. As I am soon heading down the hall toward the living room area, I sense more figures which I can't really see, except as a light trace of aura.

It seems my house and the magic world kind of overlap. They kind of occupy the same physical space, but on different planes of existence. I just can't usually see or sense the other plane. With the dementor, though, the evil was heavy enough to sense, and once I'd taken it's wand, I could sense more. There are a couple of witches in the hall with me, and it seems they can always sense or see our world, but they are extremely surprised that I can suddenly sense theirs, and have a wand.

Minerva and Tonks are the witches in the hall, I think, and Minerva is thinking about obliviating me and taking the wand away, but I am strongly against this! This is my house, dang it! I start to use what limited powers I have with the wand as a focus. I don't know any spells, but I just say what I want in English and apply my will, and have some success. "Light!" I get a small, not terribly impressive Lumos. "See!" That works better. Everything starts to come into focus, and I can see more of the witches than just their auras.

It seems that the space my house shares in the wizards' world is a magical hospital. The black doctor from the Fawlty Tower episode The Germans is the main doctor here, but he has been attacked with some kind of spell that has cost him his memory. His patients really need help, but he doesn't know which ones are his, any more. Tonks is helping him get around, leading him to see the patients and see if he recognizes any. He doesn't. But when he is led to one of the few that they know is his patient, he is able to help the man.

I use the wand I stole and my will, and cause a light pink aura to appear around all of his patients, so we can figure out which ones are his, and lead him to them. As he approaches each one, more of his memory returns with each one, and he is able to heal each one, so I am saving lives with my stolen wand, and buying myself good will among the magic users.

Suddenly I find myself in a courthouse I can largely remember from previous dreams, relating to getting into trouble while driving. I am not in any trouble this time, and am just filing some papers connected to my license or something. I have two things to do here, but I remember from past trips getting one thing done, and then being told I didn't have to wait in line to get the second thing done, because the person I needed to see next could see when I finished the first thing.

I am hoping for the same courtesy this time, but they have rearranged the courthouse, and the second counter is no longer in sight of the first one, so I have to walk past several other counters to reach the one I need. When I reach the right counter, two sides away, I am still called right up, but as I am passing through the line, I find that Dave D. (a childhood friend) is here, as well, and is now with me on this errand. His father, Don, is also here, and is calling to us and acting silly, which is something I have never seen him do before. Weird and unconnected to the rest of the dream.