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The Solidity of mass, in its rawest form begins to intensify. Surrounding objects destabilize as the distant progression of a flutes melody echoes in the encompassing atmosphere. Time is of no accord but nothing is lost. Molecules that form the chairs, bracelets, cups and meaningless papers float in a seemingly boundless potential. True to the naked eye, the table begins to vibrate with waves of fragmented visual development, collectively assembling in a fixed form of intricate symbiosis. Time is of no accord but nothing is lost, yet the space of which is inhabited suggest a complex form of conjoined intentions working towards a common purpose.


At this moment, a piece of awareness envelopes the senses within the body, there is an innate sensation of being inexpressibly joined with a seemingly omnipresent energy field fueled by a singular force of emotion.
Stars on the soft shade of blue curtains gradually slide to the floor, revealing the process of a steady seeding dreamer becoming conscious.

the moment is now recognized as being part of an acknowledged everlasting form of beautification honed by the senses in the presence of lucid experience.

The act of Astonishment causes flares of violet cream to burst from the heart, rocketing into 3 distinct locations of the room, forming two visible white angel-like phenomenon on either side of the dreamer. In the middle, floats a circular sphere of violet energy pulsating to its essential core. The dreamer feels a warm ecstatic sensation in the chest and relocates his visual acuity only to find a thick purple force of energy connecting the heart Chakra and the sphere in front. There is no fear but Recognition. The usual reaction to awareness of the dreamers dimension is only a small splinter jolt in comparison to the miraculous phenomena occurring in the confines of this event. Time is of no accord but nothing is lost.

Immersed in a web of information indescribable by the human intellect at this evolutionary level, the dreamer looks up once more slowly, as he feels any fast movement is enough to cause the fragility of the experience to collapse into a mocking familiarity. on either side a soft smile begins to surface on a materializing female face followed by a warm sensation of gratitude. The dreamer overwhelmed, accentuates facilitation of the transmitting energy from the entities causing the molecules to vibrate and the violet sphere to pulse harder, altering its symbiotic structure and slowly moving towards the connected chakra.

At the moment of becoming one with the sphere, the dreamers body undergoes a form of energetic detonation followed by the bursting of matter. The dreamer Awakens, and in more ways then one.





Gherman Yelizarov

Running to get SD card and reader. Follow crowd. Michael Jackson is coming. I snap a picture with a camera on accident and it flashes. Someone tells me, "He said no cameras". They take my camera. I find it odd that they allow other people to take pictures with cell phones. We leave in car. My wife's friend has a place she created. I think it was like mindcraft. She had many with names.

Fragment about ex gf saying " you know what would make me really happy? For u to live w me for 3 years and have a baby" I just look at her like she is crazy and walk off.

This is the dream that made me decide to pick up lucid dreaming, I had not ever tried any methods for lucid dreaming except one time before a year earlier.

I am on a trip away from home, the dessert around me as dry as anything and the only thing that I can think of is this girl that has grown attached to me. She is short and nice, but very shy, I did not get a name because she didn't talk much. The city around reminds me mostly of Favela (like in modern Warfare, and real life). It seemed like I was in the dream for about a week, so I have no idea how long this actually lasted.

Me and this girl are trying to get away from the group so that we can talk and start going around this abandoned building. We are exploring empty corridors and just having a good time. The rest of the group caught up to us with some sort of tour guide and I stopped paying attention to the girl for one second and she ran away because there were too many people. I chased her down and that is when things changed in my mind.

I haven't followed a girl like this for a while, but she seems awesome. Why haven't I been going after girls? I thought. Wait! I am married, that is why I shouldn't be looking for a girlfriend. Then this must be a dream! I stopped and looked around. There were two roads ahead of me, one that the girl just took on the left, and an identical one on the right (everything still seems like Favela)
I shouldn't chase the girl down now that I remembered that I am married, I should go the other way. I turned right.

I jump over a fence after the turn and find myself in a backyard, the grass is perfectly green, the houses seem to be made of mud, but they are shining somehow, everything is extremely vivid. In the back yard there is a Rose, it was the most beautiful plant I have ever seen. The stem and leaves were the darkest black and the rose the brightest red. It was perfectly centered in the square backyard, and I looked at the house next to me as well. Every backyard had the same layout with the same rose in both directions, and it seemed to go on to infinity.

I felt myself waking. It had been forever since I had read about dreams, I couldn't remember what to do to stay in a dream. I thought maybe spinning was one so I started spinning very slowly, but as I did an old man came up to me from the front yard.

"You must be like the flower if you wish to stay" He said, and then went back the way he came. I stopped spinning and looked at the beautiful flower again. Then I awoke.

I've just had a dream, that I cheated on my boyfriend. This concerns me, even though my boyfriend and I have only been dating for a short time (maybe a few months).
This wasn't sexual, and I cannot remember the full dream. It was quite odd, because the guy I cheated on my boyfriend with, I've never talked to. He's in one of my college courses, and I see him everyday, we even live streets apart. We've never talked, or anything.
This guy, picks me up in his car. Though I don't quite remember everything that was said beforehand, he kisses me, and I pull him in for another. He then said "that settles it then," while grabbing my hand. I tell him of my boyfriend at this point, saying that I just couldn't do this.
The guy then goes quiet, but asks "How could you be in love with him, when.." And with that my dream abruptly ends...
What is my subconscious trying to tell me?
I would never cheat in my life. Being cheated on before myself, I could never bring myself to do so. I do find the guy attractive, but even still, his personality seems quite plain and boring, and have never had any thoughts of pursuing the man.

Last night's dream was short. I was at work, walking around doing my normal duties(Fun right? Haha). There was a new employee there that new one of the managers that wasn't in.
"So do you guys know Miguel?" he asked. Nobody there did at the time so I said Yeah I know him. One of the people working there was one of the kids I used to go to church with in real life when I was younger.
I said "What's up Will, long time no see." not thinking much of it. We talked for a moment and then I started making Pizza. That was the end of the dream.

Background info.

Hi folks!
Well over the last week or so, I have been attempting to prove that it is easier to create a dreamscape while performing a normal, bog-standard WILD (as per usual), with one extra element; Music.This may seem odd, as some people view music as a distraction, but please allow me to explain.

The music.

Now, I like many genres of music, but there only a few that felt appropriate for this experiment. Classical (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CB4fO-f33K0) and other instrumental pieces, such as "Never stop" by Chilly Gonzales.

What it does.
This is VITAL to the whole process working. You see, the type of song you use can aid you in creating your ideal dreamscape. For example, I chose to use "Primavera" because I needed a piece of dramatic, powerful yet etheral music. It seemed to go well with the theme of flight, over an ocean, hence why it was used. I found that this helped me to create this dreamscape up to twice as fast as non-musical WILDs.
"Never Stop" seemed like a good choice for inducing upbeat, happy, productive dreams, as it seems to build, and build, and build.
So I can conclude that yes, certain pieces of music can be used to create specific types of dreamscapes faster, with higher levels of vividness and lucidity.

Ok, so now that we know this method can be useful, let's break it down into pros, cons, and a few tips.


PROS:

• Dreamscapes are created faster
• Dreams become more vivid
• dreams are easier to focus on
• less audable distractions are heard

CONS:

• Music may be distracting for some
• Cannot turn music off during dream
• May prevent sleep
• Music may not be availible for specific dreams
• Could induce nightmares of wrong genre is used

A few tips.

Remember. Music may help me to create quick dreamscapes, but it may not work for you. Try to experiment, and find your own niche. Feel free to contact me if needs be.
Try to stick to the act of WILD itself, rather than focusing on the music itself. Think of it like a movie; During an action scene in a film, you don't generally focus on the background music. You tend to focus on the visual aspects.The music in a movie is only there to create an atmsphere, and draw you into the on-screen performance. Apply the same mentality to the WILD. The music is a backdrop, not a main feature!
I hope this article has helped you in some way, and, as ever, feedback is greatly appreciated.
(I would also like to point out that my grammar is awful in this article as it's been a rather long day)
All the best, Harris.

Firstly this dream happened yesterday 2012-09-23. And as always sorry for bad English.

I was driving with my orange Aston Martin Vantage and I followed every GPS order. I arrived to a camp and started to walk to wooden house with huge metal door. I entered. There was a room with white walls and black floor. In middle of the room there was a huge king sized bed with huge pillows. In a corner of the room was a small bed and a computer on a desk.
I sat down on the king sized bed and a girl entered through metal door.She had long brown hair and she was wearing a blue tank top and white shorts. She looked shy but she laughed silently. She came close to me and hugged me. I gently kissed that girl. *It felt real*
Suddenly a guy with a huge boombox entered room. I and the girl got scared but we recognized him and we started to laugh. The dude went to small bed in the corner of the room and lied down. I left the room.
There was a lot of people in yard of the wooden building. My Aston Martin Vantage changed to Aston Martin DBS and in a second it got back to original form. I came close to my car and entered it. I started the engine and I took it for a spin. Then I got back and left my car I heard a glass getting smashed. It was my car window. I said: My insurance will pay every penny of this window so I don't care who threw a rock in my expensive car. I turned around to my car and my car changed to a white Alfa Romeo 147. *I wasn't pissed at all. My 200k $ car changed to a car that costs almost the same as a new high-end computer so yeah it didn't looked strange for me*
A ball fell near me. I took it and I saw a crowd of teenagers playing dodgeball (or whatever that game calls). All of people were running including me from a few ball throwing muscular mans. A guy with red hair stopped me and started to talk to me i did not knew this boy so I didn't listen to what he said to me. I started to run near a fence and some teenagers followed me. I suddenly stopped. I saw a very huge crowd of little children that were wearing the same yellow hat and t-shirt. I heard: Run Kissalot run! *Sir Kissalot is my nickname in online games so yeah they were shouting at me* I ran. And the dream faded away.

[Monday, September 24th, 2012]
I'm wandering around a lightless void... I remember what day it was! "February 10th!" It was almost Valentine's Day... and I wouldn't be paid from
this new job for awhile. Maybe I should ask someone for money? I start going through a list of people. "I can't ask Grandma or Mum... Hmm..."
Suddenly, I'm in a restaurant trying to find a spot to eat in the booth... I only find one spot that looks clean. I sit in it and people return from the
bathroom to sit at the table next to me. They shove their chairs back right up against me. I scoot over quietly to another dirty table. I get up to go
back outside, when another table starts in about something to that other table. They call them assholes and laugh. I return quickly and thank them,
and tell them my name is Austin *****. They smile politely and both shake my hand. I leave quickly again before they really take a look at my
dirty hair.

Outside, the world is a desert wash area, with soft sand from box, but it's a V shaped like canyon. This restaurant is built into the side of the V
close to the top. I see Brent walking around, and then I see his ATV. I decide to get in and try to drive it. I starts automatically and I have no
trouble steering, but I turn around and coast it back to Brent. Brent sees me and I ask him if he can drive me home. He obliges.
We make it back home, it's the same kind of scenery of Soft Sand V-shape Canyon with odd trees growing out the side. We go inside and I see
Casey too. Everything is the usual. Casey fights. Brent bickers. I stay quiet (or try to.) Mom even comes over eventually... which is odd, since this
is DAD's house.

Right on cue, Dad arrives and comes in to see Mum, me, Casey, and Brent- all standing around the kitchen's center counter-top. It's instantly and
easily the most awkward thing that ever happened. Dad's starts asking, "How could you just invade my home like this? Especially after how
you've been to ME?" Mom looks totally taken back, she's not nearly as confident as usual, as she knows she's in the wrong. She has the look of a
child being scolded- but says nothing. The dream fades away to me outside.

I have to go somewhere, so I ask Brent for a ride in his truck. Dad tells Brent to go help me, and we both get in and leave.

<my recollection escapes me here>

So I remembered two of my dreams last night. The first was non-lucid, unfortunately. The second was lucid! DANCING BANANA!

First Dream:

I had come back from some sort of shopping mall, and I had gotten some T-shirts. My parents had bought me some, and I had bought some myself. The coolest one was this one of a glow-in-the-dark abominable snowman. I know my parents think I'm too old for those, but I don't care. And I didn't care in the dream, either. ^^ Surprisingly enough, my parents actually thought it was cool too in the dream. That should've been a recognizable dreamsign, because they weren't acting normally, but I didn't get lucid.

We were going to go to another really cool shopping mall - apparently, in this dream world my family and I are quite the shop till you drop people O_O - and I wanted to wear my new T-shirt. You have to understand that even IRL I am obsessed with T-shirts. I have at least fifty of them, no joke. Anyway, I wanted to wear the T-shirt because 1) it was new, and 2) it was glow in the dark, and we would be driving to this mall at night. So I wanted to see it glow.

I was going to be late (as usual) so I grabbed my backpack on the way out the door. This backpack was supposed to have all my new T-shirts in it. I got in the car and looked through my backpack. It was this really cool, high-tech outdoors backpack that looked almost like a Camelbak. But I couldn't find the dang shirt. I searched a million times through all the pockets and found a ton of shirts, but not the one I was looking for. I asked my parents for help but they couldn't help me.

It drove me insane. And I was as disappointed as heck. I wonder what this means. Trying to find something that you want really, really badly, and then not finding it....this could relate to my real life.

Dream 2:

LUCID! Well, not at first. I was at a park for my brother's cross country meet. The park was beautiful. It was covered in lush grass with some dirt trails, a few fallen branches littering the ground. There were beautiful white and gray tree trunks everywhere - they looked almost like aspen trunks, but without all those creepy knot things, and they were normal sized, not skinny like aspens. There was also a river.

A group of us were standing, waiting for the runners to come by. We were all wearing sweatshirts and such because it was cold and foggy. Then we (somehow) found out that the river was going to flood, and we would have to get ourselves and our stuff out of there before it happened.

In a large quantity of my dreams, I am able to fly. This was the case here as well. It's so vivid that when I was younger, I actually got confused and thought I could fly in real life too (thankfully, that didn't end up in injury!). I decided that I could both save myself and help save our gear by flying into the air, so I kicked off and flew my usual way - as though I was treading water with my feet, but in the air. I climbed a few feet into the air. I was next to my aunt, a few people I didn't know, and a tree trunk. That was right around where I realized that I can only fly in dreams; thus, I must be dreaming. Calmly but excitedly I continued to fly. I hovered in front of my aunt, who was wearing her ragnar relay sweatshirt, and told her, "Hey, do you know that this is a dream right now?" or something along those lines. I had read that dream characters are supposed to deny that, but I didn't think this would be the case with her, and I was right. She simply said something like, "Oh no, I didn't know that. Thanks for telling me," but didn't seem all that surprised. It was surprisingly hard to talk - I don't always talk in dreams, and it was hard to make my voice work for some reason. I think when I finally did force myself to talk, I actually made a sound out loud (sleep-talked). Unfortunately, shortly after that, I woke up. My next goal will be to try and stay asleep, because as of late I've been waking up shortly after attaining lucidity.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am at the mall with my mom sitting at a table. A very cute waitress comes over to take our order. I am hitting on her hard and she is enjoying it - my mom doesn't seem to care. I manage to negotiate extra sausage for my endless pasta bowl. I order penne with chianti meat sauce and extra sausage. I notice my mom is going up to the desk to pay. I don't want the cute waitress to see my mom paying for my meal so I run up to the counter. There is a huge line and someone takes offense to me cutting (although my mom is already at the front). I explain why I am allowed in the front and call him an asshole.

Dream 2:

I am on a boat out in the ocean and the weather is terrible. Our boat crashes. We are all aware that the world is coming to an end. The ground is opening up and things are drying out. I help Professor Farnsworth (from futurama) fix it. I have to dump something into the lava - I believe it is professor Wornstrom's bodyguard.

Dream 3:

I am at the movies with my Dad. I have to step out to go to the bathroom and I end up going outside. I sneak back in through the main entrance when the attendant walks away. The movie theater is huge.

Dream 4:

I am with Mac and some other people. We are sitting around a big table showing embarrassing pictures of each other.

Back at my house some chicks pull up in a white convertible mustang. They drop something off and leave me the car. I park it in our 3rd parking spot in the driveway which used to be grass.

[These dreams were not very fun. I felt kind of sad this morning.]

Pop Music vs. Classical Music

Listening to a pop song, I realize that the intro is taken from a piece of classical music. But they really messed up the phrase when they took it out of context and changed it like that. I'm frustrated. I try to find a family member, so I can explain to them what the problem is.

Malicious Shower

Trying to avoid notice becomes somewhat more difficult when my sister shows up in the restaurant. Mentally, I change my disguise to a short-haired Korean woman with a strong accent. I walk to my sister's table to ask her a question, and after we exchange a few sentences, I realize that she thinks I'm one of her new students just arrived for orientation. My disguise looks just like one of the students she just met.

The manager of the restaurant comes over to say that I can have as many samples as I desire before deciding what to eat. After he's gone, I decide to try some of what my sister's table ordered. The trouble is, it's still in a tin baking pan, and whenever we try to cut a bit off of it for me to eat, the pan just spins in circles. There's not enough friction. But eventually we hold it still long enough for me to cut halfway through and rip the piece the rest of the way off. It tastes good. I wind up for a high five with my sister; it's funny because we're both wearing oven mitts on our right hands. But afterwards, I worry if that might have blown my cover.

I wander around the restaurant and arrive at the conveyor belt that customers use to return used dishes. It's similar to the oversized baggage claim in that there are a limited number of slots. You have find an empty slot and try to slide your dishes into it as it rotates past you. A slightly awkward kid from my school is in line in front of me; I doubt he has the chops for this. Plus, the employee overseeing the conveyor belt points out that there's only one slot open. The kid tries to slide his tray at the slot, but he hesitated too much, and it hits the rubber divider. The overseer takes the tray and puts it in the next available slot, and then it's my turn. Fortunately, it looks like there are a lot more open slots, now. But it turns out that I miss, as well.

I have to go to the bathroom. I haven't seen one in this restaurant, so I walk through the big hallway connecting the restaurant to the other business in this building. The main room of the other business is very tall, and small circular tables dot the floor, spaced pretty far apart. It's a nice room, very open. There's a big window in one wall, and the others are painted in light colors. It's the second time I've visited this room; I was here once before my sister came into the restaurant. And yes, there is a bathroom!

I go inside, but when I go into the stall to pee, I'm doused from above with a lot of water. I try to get out of the shower of water, but then another one starts above my new location. It's like there are fire-extinguishing sprinklers all over the ceiling, with laser detection so that they start pouring whenever anyone stands under them. I mean, I wouldn't mind the shower, but I don't think I have any way to dry myself off. Oh, wait--there's a brown towel hanging from a hook just inside the stall. Good thing I thought to bring that. I go back into the stall and try to pee, but it's difficult. I have to hold up the toilet seat with one hand while standing pretty far back from the bowl and aiming my urine carefully.

When I wake up, no, I don't actually have to go to the bathroom.

Unsanitary

[Content warning: this one features poop.]

Spoiler for Unsanitary:

I have to go to the bathroom, so I start peeing in the front hall, naked. There's a place for me to do that, there, but there's no place to poop, so it's bad news when poop starts coming out, as well. I couldn't stop it because I had to finish peeing, first. Fortunately, it's pretty dry. Although I don't really want to, I don't have much choice, so I put my off hand under my butt and try to hold the poop there. I decide to go into the bathroom, since I suspect my sister is in the family room, and she probably doesn't want to see this. When I open the bathroom door, I'm taken aback by the mess. There's a house centipede on the floor, and also a trail of what looks like wet grass leading out of the bathtub. I wonder if it's marijuana--maybe my other sister was doing something in here. It would be just like her not to clean up after herself. But I'm just going to have to deal with the mess, because I'm in sort of an emergency situation.

Slushie Shop

Dad and I are on the way to an event I want to attend. It's an hours-long drive from my house. We're passing a slushie shop, and Dad asks me if I want anything. I don't, really, so I reply, "Only if you're really hungry." He stops anyway, so he probably only asked me because he wanted to visit the place himself.

Another day, we're going to the same event, and we stop at the same shop. This time, they're understaffed, so they tell us it will take half an hour for the slushie to be ready. It takes a moment for that to sink in. There's no way we have half an hour; we didn't build that much extra time into our schedule. My soccer game starts pretty soon. But we stay anyway. While we wait, we sit at a table with two employees of the shop. One of them gets to talking with my dad about the four districts of Denver. One of the districts is mentioned by name, and the male employee starts talking about a building in that district which is associated with the gay rights movement. He's in favor of it, and he's frustrated with people who are making trouble for the building. After he leaves, the female employee apologizes for him, saying that he doesn't understand that gays are degenerate people [or something to that effect]. I don't respond, since I don't want the situation to escalate, but I reflect upon the apparent fact that everyone against the gay agenda is just a homophobe.

Another day, we're going to the same event, but this time my mom is driving me. We stop at the same shop. My mom tries to pour the slushie from the machine herself, but it doesn't go too well. Worth a laugh, though.

Procrastination

As I'm driving in the right lane along city streets, something important falls out of the passenger side of the car. I really don't want to go back for it. It seems like that would be a huge hassle. On the other hand, I need that something when I get to my destination, so if I don't stop now, I'll just have to stop later, and that would be even more of a hassle. Reluctantly, I look for a place to pull off on the shoulder. I'm not going to turn the car around; I'll just park and walk back. The brakes don't work very quickly, so I miss the first spot I was aiming for, and I have to use the next one. It's right next to a residential driveway. I hope the owner doesn't mind.

Chocolate Graham Crackers

I'm lying in bed in the morning. There's a lot of cereal in the bed with me; my personal stash. But I'm leaving for college in four days, and I'm not sure I can finish all of the cereal in time. I decide to have cereal for breakfast. It's a mixture of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and chocolate graham crackers. Carefully, I dip each piece of cereal in milk using my right hand, then put the dipped piece into my left hand to hold. I'm still in bed, so eventually I'm going to have to carry all of this to the kitchen table.

Incentive

Students are given one piece of candy for each point they got on the last assignment. I got 20/20, which is nice. The students handing out the candy give me two packets of colorful chocolate spheres lined up in a line, then a few extra pieces of some different kind of candy. I'm confused, because I thought there were ten spheres in each packet, so I shouldn't have gotten any extra. But it turns out there are only about eight, so it works out.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Was pretty cool to find some of my old games.

I was at my dad's house, sat on the bottom stairs. My sister came in and told me we were going somewhere, so i followed her out of the house. We walked down a path and reached a bus station, where the bus was just waiting for us. Perfect timing! Although I had no money to get on, so I walked off in rage. I got back to my dad's house, but the inside was my grandma's house instead. I went upstairs and found a room. Inside the room was lego all over the floor and a couple of old gameboy games. I picked up the games and had a nergasm.

Pretty odd...mixed feelings.

Finally recalled another dream. I need to get back on my vitamins and note taking regime, badly.

I dreamed that I was standing in a city square of some sort in a small town. It's really crowded, and we're looking up towards a mountain behind the city to watch fire works, but it's day light. Somehow though, we're able to see the fireworks in the daylight. Someone to my left points towards my right and away from the fireworks, and I look up. I see a flying saucer in the sky flying around the square like it's watching us and trying to get a better view of something in the square. I start making my way towards the front and the fireworks in an effort to get away from the saucer because it's freaking me out. Ambies is there, and she's more interested than scared. Suddenly everyone seems to have noticed it, and there are screams and pushes to get away, but then there are also people who are interested in it. I duck under an awning and start filming it with my cell phone. A man with long hair and a beard jumps up as the saucer dips down and somehow manages to grab a hold of it. he pulls it down, and then people start piling on top of it. It bucks and throws some people off, and even knocks some bystanders over, but ultimately it's pulled to the ground. People start ripping it apart trying to see if there are aliens inside, and I'm scared that if there are they're going to get mad and kill us all or something, but Ambies drags me forwards and tells me to come on and get a closer look because this is history in the making and I'm the only one filming. When we get closer, I can see the saucer is really only six to eight feet in diameter and maybe a foot at it's "tallest""widest" or whatever. It looks like two really BIG really shallow bowls or plates with the eating surface pressed together. The people manage to get a few layers of metal off somehow, and there are tiny little chairs and such inside that are like barbie doll sized, but no aliens. I wake up.

I used to have dreams that take place in or around my father's house, but not in a long while...always the dreams are frustrating, where I can't seem to accomplish what I am trying to do, whether it's just move around, fly, or escape usually.

There's a huge oak tree in the backyard, that whenever I tried to fly up through it (lucid or not) I would get bogged down and trapped in its branches or nearby power lines.
This time, I looked up, intending to fly (not lucid) and saw the tree branches start to crumble and fall all around me. The tree weakened very quickly, then toppled over altogether.
I was able to shoot straight up into the sky, right up into the clouds. There was a storm coming off in the distance, and it was dark and cloudy. I could see the array of lighting off aways.
I dove head-down towards the ground. I could see the water droplets forming in the clouds, about to fall down with me.

Then the dream veered off into some murder nightmare I'd rather forget.
I think the significant part was the tree branches falling and finally feeling free to do something I previously couldn't do physically or mentally in that recurring dream.


It's weird, because I was feeling kind of in tuned with something yesterday, in my waking life. Like psychically connected to people. I just keep having these coincidences and "small world" occurrences, between a lot of my new friends, involving older friends and even exes.
I mean, I know my city is relatively small compared to others (it's Denver) but still...I've only been here one year, and I just found out that I was connected to all my current close friends before I even met them. Even the guy I was recently seeing - we have ties, between mutual friends and other things - like where he used to live with his ex-wife.
It's just tripping me out, I feel like I'm getting a glimpse of something that is supposed to be a secret to me.

Okay, so I have gotten to the point where I can dedicate a night or two and be able to have good recall. The past few nights however, I have stayed up too late. ( Mostly alpha testing a video game set to launch open beta on 12/12/2012.) Yesterday I recalled a couple dreams, but had to hurry to work and failed to write anything down. D'oh! The next month, my main goal is to increase my awareness during the day while doing more reality checks. Hopefully it will become habit.