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Mass exodus from Katipunan or Santolan to Anonas or Cubao. Visited a house. A friend's house. A flood? Kasantolan. KGB.

Travel. Going to a bus or boat station.

NOTE: Dream Lotus, slept around 11 pm

August 30

A tall building in a city. A skyscraper. I am looking top down. Cars are going up one side in one line, goes to the top, and then goes down the other side of the building. Night.

Travel. Top-down view. A train. Hometown. Mom. San Carlos. Difficult to travel. Have to take two trains.

NOTE: Just ninja's Sub Audio 1 and Reverse day

I was flying with my classmate. Then we arrived at a mountain resort, where there were also my grandparents, my parents, and two friends of mine, a boy and a girl. There was also an underground floor where they kept the beer. At one point the elevator fails, the technician comes to repair it and tells us that we have to spend 5 euros if we want to go normally, but 20 euros if we want to get to the underground floor. After some discussion, we decided to collect and spend 20 euros to go get beer with comfort. At this point the dream blurs a bit ', and I find myself on the plane with my friend,but only she knows where we're going, and I do not. Once off the plane I find myself immediately catapulted into the city center, and try to recognize the place from architecture, failing miserably. Then I look at the writing in Cyrillic around me and I realize to be in Moscow. At that point, I'm very happy, and I love my friend for having brought me in Moscow, because I had always wanted to go there. We camped on a hill, and at one point I meet my ex. After a while she disappears, and my friend and I kiss each other passionately lying on the ground. Then I walk away for a moment to greet my ex and wish her since it is her birthday, but she is no more. Then I go back to my friend, and after we kissed again, we begin to talk, and she asks me if I left my ex for the reason she thinks. I am surprised for a second in my head since I've never done virtually mention to anyone, but I'm not upset and I say yes, it was for that too. At this point the boundaries of the dream become too blurred and I wake up.

This post is not a lucid dream or anything. I am writing this to 'get my mind back in the game' and to hopefully increase my recall. How it will work is just following the movements of the past and refining on old techniques. By posting in my dream journal, it may help with improving my recall in general since I look forward to the next post. I will also start posting my current goals in order of importance:

1) Increase recall
2) Regain lucidity
3) Find dream guide
4) Work on stability

I will be setting 4 personal tasks of the month for now on, with these counting for September. Hopefully 3 and 4 will work hand in hand. Yeah, the goals are a bit bland and obvious. (especially number 2) I say regain due to the fact I have had more lucid dreams in the past. I will also be setting code names for each month which I will be incorporating into lucid dreams. Sort of a theme so to say. And this month (September) will be Phoenix. A bird reborn from it's ashes. I lost my recall and sort of 'died' in my ability to lucid dream. This will be the rebirth. Well, I'm off to bed. I will post again tomorrow. Good Night!
p.s.: After writing this sounds sorta dumb to me. Geekish maybe? Lol, I don't really care this in some way will help.

I was held captive by these three scary looking guys. I like there intention was to take over the place. I explained myself to them how I had to go for some reason, like I'm to young to die. They let me go and I walked around quiet houses until I came to a mexican taco restaurant.I asked them to use the phone I lost everything some how. I told the people working there that this was the worst day of my life. I tried to call my girlfriend to help me.

Well, I guess my brain picked the perfect time to achieve a breakthrough, considering this is my 100th enty now.

Anyways, this dream was very cool because I had SO MUCH control. I mean, in my recent lucid dreams, I have had really good control, its just that in this one, it felt like I was there for hours!

So anyways, I was at my house. I don't know why but I suddenly got the notion that I was dreaming and did a nose pinch. It worked perfectly, and I did it like 100 times just loving the feeling of knowing I was dreaming! I spent probably a good hour in the dream world just making plans for when I was going to work on my dream goals. I decided to go about getting everything perfect, would then wake up from the alarm and record that I was about to work on my dream goals, then go back into the dream where everything was already prepared and FINALLY accomplish my goals. Well, the alarm went off like i expected and I woke up. I had this strange feeling that I had just been having an amazing dream, but my need to go to the bathroom sadly made me forget what it was. By the time I got back to bed,i just went back to sleep, totally forgetting everything.

Then today at school, I suddenly recalled this dream and was pretty mad that I had let myself forget it! At least I am having really good control now though, so next time, I am going straight to the goals.

See ya.

I was being witheld within a sort of hostage facility, is was kind of free like we could walk around inside but there were guards stopping us from walking out.
Me and a friend were planning an escape when all of a sudden the only way out, a small door opened, we both took the opportunity and barged our way through onto the lush green field.
We sprinted as fast as we could, somehow super speed far faster than any of the guards except one, who was sprinting right after us with a sly grin on his face as he ran, i only caught glimpses of his short dark hair but i knew if me and my friend ran at this pace we would make it.
Sudennly i turned around and my friend was pinned down by this super fast guard, i took quick action to run back and tackle this other guy off him, i pulled my friend up and we sprinted off to escape narrowly.

A little later we were hanging around just in town, being intrested in conspiracies and other things we felt something was brewing in town at this time, we suddenly heard a huge explosion in the distance, and another, then another coming closer and closer, we looked and saw a building with casino lights flashing just out of view explode and crumble.
Although everyone was running away feared for their life, me and my friend seemed intrigued and excited, we ran towards the explosions, then out of nowhere we heard the loud fast revving of a dirtbike and a man in a blue and white biking suit with a dirtbike helmet on come blasting round from begind a building with a large object in his hand, he was coming straight towards us and he tossed it in the building next to us, we dove for cover and there was an extreme explosion rumbling the ground beneath us.

I dreamt that I was at my grandmothers house last night.
-It's an empty house since they died and it is right on a lake. Out back is a rusty old non-working old refrigerator that has
been there ever since I can remember. Every summer, as kids, we would run to the thing and open it to check it for frogs
because, for some reason, they loved it and would live inside it. For years now, though, it has been empty of frogs.-
In my dream, I was walking around the house. It was very sunny out and I remember the light shimmering off the water.
I walked straight to the refrigerator and saw that a cool mist was rising off of it. I walked up to it and saw.... what do you know..
FROGS! But they were frozen to the thing it was so cold! One frog I remember was peculiarly black.

-I went to my grandmothers house today and saw a tree frog for the first time in a few years. It was black.-

Arrived home to find the block of letterboxes missing from the street. As I proceeded up the driveway I noticed some houses had new letterboxes installed out the front of the house. I lived at no. 10 (old house). When I parked, I noticed a new letterbox slot in the brickwork, in front of the car, and wondered how the postie was supposed to get to that. Also, the slot was only about 2" wide, so it was far too small to accept mail. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that it was open at the back, and letters (if they could fit through the hole) would just sit on the ground, open to the weather. There was also a small oriental garden there, with a candle. A single piece of junk mail was there, having been put underneath the candle (but on top of the candle base). I looked to see what the neighbours' letterbox was like, and found a gravel driveway, indicating that the whole house had been moved and had become a battleaxe block.

AWAKE
DREAM
LUCID DREAM
DREAM SIGN
NOTES

(Probably a lot missing here) I call down the stairs from my room "Where is the _____" and hear my Mom reply "It's in the drawer". I walk to a drawer in my room under my desk (Not there IRL, I think it was the drawer from under the desk in my office.) I open the drawer and lift up two or three large books. Underneath are LOADS of pens. I notice that they are copies of a pen I have 2 of IRL, and I acknowledge in the dream that I don't have this many. Also, I notice that the pens are shorter than I remember, and turn around to compare them with one on my bedside which is there IRL. I notice my bed and the window next to it. I'm assuming I woke up, as I can't remember any more of the dream.

will be from yesterday - today because i forgot most of both.
m and i walked by my old house found jj and went the other way. i entered a fry fighting contest and kept winning the winner walked home with a tshirt. After each stage, I had to thank the fry...LOL how did I not know I was dreaming...got chips for winning a fry contest. JJ gone gay ! told me and i said ok then couldnt sit next to but jj but txted glad we're a couple ? I woke up and recorded it

dreams r trippy

Only one dream fragment that I can remember, and not a very detailed or interesting one…

I’m in a school cafeteria––some weird mixture of my middle & high school cafeterias. I’m sitting at a table with some of my friends. At least, I remember Abby and Christopher (two of my best friends) being there, and some other random people.

Christopher has an iPod with him, and Abby and I steal it (or, you know, just take it away from him temporarily––not like we’re taking it from him forever). We start messing with it and making some weird playlist. His iPod has some weird feature where you can like, make a playlist within a playlist. So, our playlist actually has like four parts or something. It’s pretty neat.

(I guess it would be kind of pointless, but it would be cool if it actually existed seeing as I tend to make such long playlists... Haha.)

Water Damage

It's time for my lesson to start! The instructor and the one other student are already swimming out from the shore. I hurry after them, but then I realize that I'm still carrying the 600-page novel I've been reading. Water damage! I panic and get out of the water, extremely grateful that the covers of the book are laminated. Only the first quarter inch of pages seems to be wet. I don't know how many pages that is, but I sit down and start peeling them apart one at a time, blowing on each of them, for all the good that will do. This is a library book, and I have to save it, and my lesson can wait. By looking at page numbers, I notice that sometimes the pages are stuck together so closely that I flip three of them at a time without realizing it. That just goes to show how dangerous water damage is.

Despair

For the last week or so of class, the instructor is alternating days between individual work and group rehearsal. There's one piece that we'll all play together as an orchestra, but all the other ones we must each prepare on our own. Today's for individual work. I feel like I've been pretty productive so far, but I'm still worried that I only have half an hour of class time left. My project doesn't feel close to finished.

I get an unexpected call on my cell phone, so I walk over near the doors to the auditorium while I answer. It's a young boy, I'd guess about thirteen or fourteen years old, and I can't quite figure out what he wants. He says something about a ScanTron, and he seems to be asking my permission for something. He's not very coherent, and whenever I ask him a question, there're about five seconds of silence on the line before he answers. Other people in the auditorium are staring at me like I'm being rude, so I leave to go pace around the hallway instead.

Eventually this boy says, "Your answers were very helpful," and with a shock I realize what he must be talking about. Not long ago I took a short quiz for this class, and I turned in my ScanTron by dropping it into a slotted box in the room. This kid must have taken out my ScanTron and copied my answers when he went in to take the test, and then his parents found out about it, and now they're making him call me. I hadn't realized that the test I took--questions from the 11th grade ACT--used the same set of questions as the actual ACT for eleventh graders this year. This is not a good situation. But I don't see that there's anything I can really do about it at this point, so I don't react strongly one way or another.

Another voice comes on the line. It's an older man, probably the boy's father. "You've been surprisingly nice to my son," he says.

"Nice?" I ask.

"Yes. We were worried you might press charges for theft."

Theft? Wait, did this kid actually steal my ScanTron without putting it back in the box? That would be bad news; that test is a significant portion of my grade for this class. I ask the boy if he put my test back. He doesn't seem to understand the question. I sometimes hear an indistinct voice in the background, as if his dad is coaching him about what to say. I try asking him other questions, but he has trouble with all of them. Eventually I back up and ask if he's even in eleventh grade. That, at least, he answers in the affirmative, though he doesn't enunciate very clearly. He eventually says something that reassures me that my test is still safely turned in. That was all I wanted to know, and I'm fed up with this horrendously ineffective conversation. But I don't like this kid, so before I hang up, I give him an angry, rapid-fire lecture about everything he's done wrong. I tell him to answer more quickly when people ask questions over the phone, and I tell him never, EVER to take anything out of boxes with slots on top. I also threaten to come after him if there are any problems with my grade on that test. I hang up without waiting for him to answer (though I wonder if maybe I spoke too quickly for the slow-minded fellow to understand anything), and I go back into the auditorium.

Another student is just finishing giving his presentation (a slide show about something from physics), and people are packing up to leave. Crap. The instructor must have asked for volunteers, since presentations weren't supposed to start for another day or two. That this guy was already prepared makes me feel even worse about my own project.

A friend of the presenter's drops some review worksheets on the seats at the back of the room, near the exit. I grab one on my way to get my things, even though my chances of being able to do the worksheet without having heard the presentation are very low.

When I try to put the worksheet into my backpack, I knock a hose loose from a glass jar, and the hose starts filling my backpack with water. I'd stuck the hose in the jar earlier because I couldn't figure out how to turn off the water. And now it's ruining everything in my bag, taking my progress on the project from "very little" to "absolutely nothing."

It's too much. Maybe I should try to turn off the water or control the damage but it's too much. I give up. I seize one of my juggling balls, hurl it across the room, collapse tumultuously into a chair, and start sobbing. Some of the nearby students are looking at me; others are trying to ignore me. I see people throwing my juggling ball around the room. At my feet, the water coming from the hose thins to a trickle, then stops, and I know the instructor has shut off the water supply. Moments later, he comes to look at me from the next row forward, frowning.

"I've seen a lot of reactions like this in the past few days," he says.

It didn't work, I realize. Despite my complete breakdown, he's refusing to show me any extra sympathy. What an unfeeling world this is.

My dad comes to drive me home. Suddenly I realize that, in my distraction, I've forgotten to put on my seat belt, and my dad is careening straight towards some cars stopped at a light. With my free hand, I seize the strap and pull it across my body, hoping that holding it in place will be useful even if I haven't managed to fasten the buckle. Dad swerves out of the way, narrowly avoiding an accident, and explains that he was trying to do a live performance arrangement of "Jingle Bells" using sounds that a car makes. Shaken and annoyed, I tell him irritably that that was a really bad idea. He seems to think it's my fault, though, since I was humming the tune earlier.

Back in my room, I decide to do something really simple to convince myself that I'm not a complete failure at life: I put on my glasses. But the glasses don't work. I can't make the world come into focus. I can't even do that. I try reviewing some German instead. I stare at the word "ssssssssut" for a time, but it doesn't make any sense even though I know it should. At this point, basically the only emotion I'm feeling is despair.

*Non-Lucid*Lucid*

I was in a night club with my mom and brother. I saw a guy at the entrance and I circled back to him after ditching my family near the bathroom.

A cat jumped up to me and I became lucid. I watched my hands as I do RC (cause I never really look before), I could feel my finger going through my palm. A cat was playing with my hands. I was at a modern house, I was going to pick up the stones on the ground to observe it but I woke up.

Every time I go back to sleep, a thought will trigger me to become lucid but I don't remember what it was.

08/30/2012
12AM-9AM

Dont remember any other Dreams last night except this one....

The first thing I remember from this Dream was controlling elements. I was practicing my concentration in the Dreamscape, trying to control spheres of fire, water, and earth. I was combining them with each other, without extinguishing one another. Earth didn't absorb water, fire didn't scorch earth, and water didn't put out the fire. I was making these spheres float and then fall into each other, then separate into three spheres again. I also remember my girl being there and she was telling me how gifted I was.

The next part of my Dream took place in my Grandmothers house and involved family I haven't seen in a while. They were all watching tv while I was practicing my telekinesis, calling a ping pong ball to me. I would throw it to one of them, and pull it back before they caught it. They all seemed marginally impressed by this but it didn't matter, I haven't performed telekinesis in one of my Dreams since before I started hitting the pipe regularly, so I was stoked even if they weren't. This is part of my reality checks but tonight I think I became lost in the Dream and didn't reach Lucidity because it's been a while since anything like this has happened.

The last part of the Dream I remember was when I was using a computer. It was more like an iPad or laptop, but I remember being able to read a character bio from some story I have never seen before. Most Dream books say that one way to check if you are Dreaming is to check print. It either appears distorted, or when you look away and then look back the text has changed. Well this doesn't work for me. I was able to read this bio without trouble, and the more interesting thing is that it seemed to be a bio of a character I'm creating for my book. I also saw a picture of this character next to the bio.

One big reason I want to regain my Lucidity is for my book, Dreams boost the creative process undoubtedly. I believe tonight's Dream signals progress in my endevour. Not only did I manipulate the Dream in a fashion that is common for myself, but I have started to bring my story into the Dream as well, just as I wanted to. The next step of course is to gain full Lucidity and delve deeper into the world of the Dreamscape, my story.