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This is my dream journal. I will be recording my experiences i have in my wierd mind here. enjoy!

I was at it again. Quynh is still haunting my dreams with feelings of suicide and murder. I'm sitting in front of my kitchen table, staring at the memories when me and Quynh were arguing over our friendship. We recently stopped chatting on Yahoo but I thought of others ways to gain back friendship in the dream.

I was losing myself and never knew when to give up on this girl. I messaged her in the dream and sent her a few photos of different areas of the world. I'm not sure why. She sent back a message telling me she didn't want a virus opening up one of my letters.

I turned around and stared at the front yard in front of me and wondered what this feeling felt like and why it felt so sad while I was thinking. I heard my mother in the next living room and it only made it worse because the more I saw her sitting on that couch on this boring day, I wanted something bright to come my way.

I later appeared in my own room, thinking. The room was dark. I laid upon my bed and thought more about Quynh. There was only one option I was able to perform to get rid of these thoughts. I wanted to kill Quynh and commit suicide. It was the only thing I felt was something to wait for. Then I woke up.

It was my second lucid in a long time. There was another scenario I was in before this one but I forgot. I remember first spawning in a room with my old friends in high school. Chris, Johnny, and Jerimiah. But all I could is Chris' back. He was wearing the same red sweater he wore in high school.

Already lucid, I followed all three of them. I'd like to mention too, while I was lucid, I tried my best to try and stay in the dream for as long as I could. Our intention was to go in to Pacific High School and knock on a few classrooms. The school is very close. We're in cafeteria right now and it looks a lot like a dream where I saw Varaporn in.

The cafeteria was a really nice one. It gave a Las Vegas buffet kind of feel. Me and my friends walked past a few obstacles such as a boy, a little girl, and a drinking machine. Before we made our way past the drinking machine, there was something very strange. I was no long following anyone, instead, walking up past me were a few kids, similar to all three of my friends. The third kid who was passed me appeared to be a lot like an older version of me. It could of been Jerimiah but I had a strong feeling I was only in this dream to look back at my past.

Now that I was alone, I realized that I did visit this dream before. There were people around eating and talking to one another. At one point, I did meet a few friends I met in the past before, but there was one who caught my eye. Her name was Mylinh Thieu. I never met her in reality, we would only chat on Facebook. She was sitting in front of a door I wanted to pass by. I tried not to stare at her but she stared at me. This got me thinking about her and why we never ended up meeting each other.

After a few more tables I walked by, I finally reached a part where the dream was becoming harder to stabilize. I walked up in front of a girl and told her something. "We're in a dream." She looked a little shocked. I put my left hard on her right shoulder and left the area.

I found a new exit. There was a door. I opened the door and met a few people inside. I don't remember who they were. I quickly walked to them and told them something else. "If you're real, email me. It may be able to help me with my depression, or not depression, but an idea." Maybe the exact words but I do remember saying it could help with my depression. She told me okay, so I proceeded to the next room.

This was the last room I entered. There was no one in it. I began to become more worried about the time in the waking world. I saw a box of chocolate chip cookies on the counter in the room. It was Chip's Ahoy cookies. I walked up in front of it and grabbed it. At the time I grabbed them, the dream was fading away. I stared slowly at the ceiling and forced myself to wake up.

I woke up trying to move my legs and body. At first I wasn't able to but a few seconds later I did and woke up to this world...

12/15/12

Infused Potion
I am on a beach. I recognize the beach right away, it is the beach described in the hypnotic mp3 that I play as I fall asleep each night. I walk along the beach and look out at the water. At first there are a few people around, but I don't pay any attention to them. I keep walking until I see Rumplestiltskin from the Once Upon a Time series. He is holding a vial of potion and has a strange smile on his face. I wonder what he is up to. I can't shake the feeling he is up to something. When I get closer to him he throws the potion to me. I reflexively catch it. He says that's the potion I have been looking for. I ask since when does he give stuff away for free. He says not to worry about that, Q already took care of things. I wonder what Q might have done in order to get me the potion. I decide Q wouldn't have done anything that was too far out of line. Ok, so in order to make the magic of this potion merge into the potion I mixed up in my waking life I need to set it in the exact same place… I can't help but have doubts on if this could work. I have to take the potion to my room. I focus on a portal, but a portal doesn't open. A door appears from nowhere, however. I open the door and it leads to my bedroom. I go in and find the place where I put the waking life version of the potion. There is already a bottle sitting there. When I hold the bottle I got from Rumplestiltskin near the one on the book case, however, the two bottles merge. Well, if it's going to work that should do it. I lie down on my bed and wait to wake up.

Frags:

• I remember no details, but . . . sex was involved

[Side note: I just got home after finishing finals.]

Don't really have that great dream recall in non-WILD's at the moment, so yeah.

Dream 1:

Don't remember much of a first part, only that i was somewhere on shmup contest, and it was in future, also there was a few people that was unfamiliar to me but i felt like they was pro players from one shmupping forum, the part i remember more exact is that we was fighting 'Supreme Weapon of Extreme Hellish Annihilation - Golden Disaster' from Dodonpachi Daifukkatsu, only not in 2D as original game, but in 3D, and it had somewhat different attack patterns, and as we was nearing the end of the fight i woke up.

Dream 2:

Was creating some random things on a shmup engine named Fraxy(an actual shmup engine i am very familiar with IRL), though only thing i remember was some sort of Hibachi-like true final boss thing(Hibachi is the name of true last boss in Dodonpachi), and i remember it's last pattern as much as i can try to recreate that pattern in some way IRL, i woke up right after i tested that last pattern enough times.

So that's for my first DV DJ entry.

I'm walking and approach a sort of harbor. Just in front of me there are two huge boats. Everything happens quickly, the boats start moving to the left at high speed. The water is deep blue and the wind is blowing in swirls accompanied by rain. I try to avoid the impact of ships and run parallel to them. Bruce appears at this time, a friend of mine. We just try to run and get away from the place and suddenly the whole scene disappears and we're running down a street in my hometown in Cuba. All nonsense, a group of women go through us and I ask them where they come from but they did not answer me. We approach a small bridge that only allows two people at once. Below the bridge the water is green and covered with algae. Bruce has disappeared and I struck up a conversation with one of the ladies. I explain that we are dreaming and she seems not to understand. But this dream was not lucid at all. I wake up at that time.

I remembered a lucid fragment from the other night. I was standing in front of a topless engineer from Prometheus. I wanted to compare our height difference before making my move. I walked up to him, and I was eye level with his abs. The dream immediately faded. Don't remember how I became lucid, I think it was the really premature start of a DEILD because I remember having just woken up before that dream started and was already lucid. I had also just incubated a scene with the alien.

Getting closer Ophelia! You can do this!!

I've got several dreams to post before too long, but right now they are just outlines. I've been busy and sick and don't have energy to write them down. But this little semi-nightmare really disturbed me last night so I'm going to post it immediately, even though it's nonsensical.

In which someone shouting wakes me up...

(I've been feverish and spent last night in semi-lucid states. I kept getting sleep paralysis and also dreaming that I was waking up only to discover I was still in bed, etc.)

I feel like I've suddenly been pulled up from underwater. I can hear, but everything is muffled and distant. I can't see anything. The room sounds big and hollow. A man with an American accent shouts to me as if he is crying with anger, "This is a test! I wish I could just take you and force you to stay at home with your friends!"

The shout really shocked me awake. It sounded like it came from outside my head, not from a dream. I woke up immediately thinking that it was R shouting. He was sleeping in another room because I've been too ill for us to share a bed. I thought he must be having a nightmare, and I wanted to calm him down. I opened my mouth to shout back that I was coming, but when I tried to shout, I realized I was paralyzed. I could feel my body in my bed but I couldn't move. I've had sleep paralysis before, but this was slightly different because the temptation to just fall back into sleep was so strong. I felt desperately tired and wanted to just go back into the dream, but I kept trying to force my eyes open until I could see my room with a blur. Then, I did what I always do when I have sleep paralysis- I held my breath until the urge to gasp for air woke my body up completely.

I stumbled out of bed and went into the study where R was sleeping. I could still hear that voice echoing with such urgency. The voice sounded like someone in a violent argument. For a second, I was actually afraid to approach R until he was totally awake unless he was still as angry as he sounded when he was shouting. So first I peaked into the study and called at him from the doorway. He didn't move as he was sleeping soundly. It was about 2:45AM. I walked over to him and gently woke him up. "You're having a nightmare," I told him. But it was very hard to rouse him, and when he finally woke up he said he'd been sleeping peacefully and hadn't shouted out all.

Then I realized that voice sounded nothing at all like R, who does not have an American accent and who almost never screams or becomes angry. Moreover, I told R what the voice said and as I was saying the words out loud, I realized they are non-sensical. I dreamt the voice myself, but it seemed so real!

For the next hour after that, the house seemed to dark and too still and everything seemed fake and surreal. It was a really creepy feeling and I was too scared to sleep alone. Damn fever dreams.

I wake up and look at the clock, then go back to sleep. I'm in a shopping centre and somebody I know is trying to get me going into a shop labelled 'Stargate', which sells merchandise and viewings for that show, which I've never watched, but I'm not interested because I don't think it sounds any good. At first I decide to go along anyway, although I think it is weird that they have such a niche place and it seems so successful. It occurs to me that I'm dreaming, and end up passionately lecturing someone about how they're just part of my dream, but in the end I start to think I might be awake after all and I am left feeling embarrassed. (This might have happened in a prior dream or a different scene, I can't quite place it at the moment.)

In the end I decide to go home instead (and the dream just skips from scene to scene, no need to walk anywhere) and I look at the clock in the car, but realise that every time I look at it, the time is different. At one point, it has the year on the end, 1932, and it occurs to me that it's a classic dream sign. I don't want to make another scene if I'm wrong, but with the case so strong, I end up getting out of the car to try and explore the dream world. I think about shouting for more clarity as you're supposed to do, but decide that would attract too much attention if it's not really a dream. I try spinning instead, but the only result is vertigo, and then the dream ends not too long after.

Between then and waking up, or maybe before the others, there is a fragment where I see a comedy sketch, except it was done wrong or something. When I did wake up, I notice that the time is over an hour earlier than the time I remember from when I woke up beforehand. It was probably a false awakening, and one that felt very real compared to the other dreams at that.

Non-Dream
Dream
Lucid

A couple minutes after going to bed after a routine awakening, I heard a whispering voice that said "Shawn, are you lucid?"I did a reality check and confirmed I was dreaming. As I went outside to fly, I noticed a dog I used to have. I jumped up to fly and noticed this dog started flying with me! I landed so he would land and flied faster and higher so he couldn't catch up. As I looked down, however, I noticed he was still following me, jumping over 7 foot fences into neighbors yards as if it was nothing. Eventually I landed and tried to get rid of him once and for all using telekenisis. My skills are still far too weak however. After several seconds of trying, I woke up.

I enjoyed getting back to a dream that was just pure play. I was a bit of a mall rat as a kid, so perhaps that's where the setting came from. Only regret: not looking for the video arcade!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #43: The Flying Mall Rat

I'm in a mall walking through a jewelry store out into the main hallway. I have to maneuver around a family coming toward me. For some reason I employ a fancy (and physically impossible) spin-move to get around them, twirling all the way around and sliding several feet across the floor. It suddenly occurs to me that I need to remember whether or not I'm dreaming and in this case it feels very obvious that I am.

I walk out into the main hallway and see that the mall is three stories high. There's mall music coming over the PA system. It sounds like it's three or four girls harmonizing, and they're singing about breaking up with some schmo. They're actually quite talented, with sort of a sound like a modern-day Andrews Sisters. The lyrics and the tune itself are utterly generic, but since it's my dream, I can be honest with myself and admit that I find it catchy.



I'm feeling excited and playful so I leap up onto the railing of a short stairway and grind down (in other words, ride down the rail on my shoes.) I want to see what things look like from higher up, so I hop up to the second floor, grab onto the railing and swing myself over. I then perch my feet on the railing and leap upward across the gap to the third floor's railing.

At this point, I remember the Christmas carol Task of the Month. For some inexplicable reason, I decide that "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" is a Christmas carol and try to see whether I can remember it. In spite of it being several years since I heard it, the first verse comes back to me without any trouble, and I go swinging and leaping around the mall singing it, vaguely worried that I'm singing in waking life. From what I read in the TotM thread, this is a very common worry.

I spend a few more minutes having fun soaring around the mall. As I reach the end of the main hallway, though, I notice the entrance to a movie theater. I land on the ground floor and step inside the theater, curious what's playing. The theater is packed and I'm surprised by how many people I recognize from my own life. I walk through the crowd for quite a while, greeting old friends and acquaintances as I pass by them. The lights in the theater aren't dark yet, but everyone returns my greetings with whispers, as if they don't want to talk over the movie.

I happen on one friend, S, who appears to be the size of a child in her seat. For some reason I feel like I need to make her look "right" and tell her "Oh, you're much taller than that." She starts stretching out until her height seems correct, but now her head has gotten distressingly skinny. I start getting flustered and fixated and it's not long before I wake up.

I was on Netflix watching a superhero show called Mr. Sexy Man or something like that, and the main character looked like wolverine without a shirt, except that his superpower was telekinesis and strength. He was at a bar exchanging stories about how they became sailors with some other sailors, when he asks them all to become his crewmates. They give him incredulous looks, because of course they've already got their own ships and crewmates. Then he shows off his powers by making one guy lie on top of a pool of water and knocking that guy and another guy out, all with telekinesis. He tells them that with his powers he can make the boat go faster to their destination and it has no chance of sinking. It cuts to a scene of them all on the boat with Mr. Sexy Man laughing maniacally as he makes the boat go as fast as it can by making huge swells of waves. He can handle it because he's a superhero, but all the crewmates are struggling and wishing they'd never agreed to this. There is one woman, completely in skin-tight leather and a leather mask, who has the coloration of Wolverine (except when she has the coloration of Deadpool. It kept changing). She was very flexible and lots of her poses were very escher girls-esque. Mr. Sexy Man liked her because she could keep up with him. They docked at a tropical island where there were "bad guys" and Mr. Sexy Man and the female superhero were fighting them off when I woke up.

The main people in this dream is me and franklyn (my brother). we have acquired this machine that allows time travel. It's like a microwave, but like big enough to fit a person. the buttons and everything are pretty much just like a microwave. Franklyn, pretty much knows everything about how this time traveling machine works. One of the things he told was to always put the buttons for 30 seconds. thats like the ideal amount. One day, we are planning on going to the past. We get dressed appropriately. As in we know that the past we're going to is gonna kind of chilly, so we wear warm clothes and a sweater. Franklyn time travels first. I guess you can only do it 1 at a time. He does it for 30 seconds and then go in. After a while he's gone. I realized something after he left. I dont know what i'm doing. he said to put it on for 30 seconds, but surely theres more to do than that. I contemplate if i should just stay here and wait for him or if i should just go. i decide to go. I do the 30 seconds thing and somehow i successfully made it to the past. I know because I see Franklyn there. Maybe set it up to automatically take us to this time.

Last night I had two conversations with DCs. One of them could be a dream guide but I'm skeptical about things like that untill I experience the bigger meanings of Lucid Dreaming for myself.

The first was an older man, who I knew in the dream was a dutch comedian but with slight changes in appearance.
We talked about life, society, and me.
It was weird how comfortable the conversation went because I always found this man a bit of a prick. But then all of the sudden when we were talking about me he complimented me about how I thought about things which really touched me.
It was strange for me because I'm not a person that seeks validation from others about what I do, let alone people who don't know me. So to feel this joy about a stranger complimenting me about something personal was really out of character for me.

In another dream I was on a train that was about to make it's stop. On the station I met a man, about my age (22) and he was saying goodbye to his friends and family.
We made eye contact and suddenly this feeling of having a very strong bond with this young man came over me, a sudden feeling of terrible loss came over me because he was leaving.
He saw these emotions taking me over and seperated himself from the group of people that were his friends and family and walked over to me.
It is a shame we didn't have a change to spent more time together; He said.
Yes, our time has been too short, just too short; I answered.

This brief exchange of words was ended by an uncomfortable hug and he got on the next train.
Even while I'm writing this right now I feel kinda sad about it.

Talk about sadness. I'm not sure how these things work in other countries but in the Netherlands most of companies, bussinesses or firms or whatever hand out christmass packages for their staff.
It ussualy contains things for the holidays.
In my dream, George Harrison was walking around with one of these packages. It was weird how he was his younger self and in black and white, the rest of the dream was in colour.
Anyway, out of nowhere Steven Tyler shows up going completely mad and rips the package out of Harrisons hands. He shakes it about throws it one the ground stamps it to a pulp then punches George Harrison in the face and runs of.

I was so random.