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Tonight i had one weird fragment, i remember seeing myself in third person, on a cliff
But the other thing i remember was after my WBTB, possibly the best lucid i have had so far.
I was at school walking out to the woods with a group of five or so friends, throughout the dream the group seemed to grow and get smaller and suddenly people who weren't there before were suddenly in the group. Anyway a friend of mine was wearing a red scarf, i have been trying to use red as an RC cue, it doesn't work so often but this time it did. I did an RC, nose plug, and the air rushed into my lungs. I was dreaming.
Straight to major lucidity.
I stabilized by touching the ground and repeating to myself that i was anchored in the dream and that it wouldn't end until i wanted it to. I was on a dirt track running through a forest with beach trees on both sides. I carried on walking with my friends, i started using telekinesis, hitting trees, lifting them etc.
Eventually we came to a town at the end of the path, there was a supermarket which we went into. I carried on messing around with TK moving trolleys and throwing people, I saw a friend of mine in the distance and pulled them towards me using TK. Again we were in the supermarket. It was now dark. There was a bomb in someones trolley that looked like a sandwich, honestly no clue what i was thinking here I lifted out of there trolley into another. Thought i could have some fun watching an explosion. It was a little strange here, i couldn't quite figure out my morales in dreams. Is it right or wrong to kill people in dreams? I would be interested in other people's opinions here.
Anyway after a bit of debating I decided that it wasn't wrong but it just revealed something sadistic about my personality so i throw the bomb out through the roof of the supermarket. It was now night, i went out side by breaking a nearby wall. On this side of the supermarket there was a hill leading down to a river and a large forest of firs on the other side of the river up the other side of the valley. As it was dark i decided to try and get some light. I clapped my hands together over my head and created a ring of fire, i used this to light up the surroundings. Then i saw the bomb go of in the forest.
End of the dream.
Lots of fun

Non-dream Dream

I could only remember 2 very short dream fragments today.

Dream fragment 1:

I am competing in baseball's home run derby but the stupid pitcher won't throw any strikes. I only hit one home run. There was a crowd around home plate throughout the whole event for some reason.

Dream fragment 2:

I bought a car stereo off of eBay and I am picking it up in person from a very nice lady.

I can only remember some parts of this dream. I remember seeing an old friend named Trinh. She was younger than me but I still liked her. Me and Trinh were friends in the dream and talked to each other even though we never actually met in real life. Sometimes I would hold her hand and spend most of my time with her. She was a friend of Quynh, so I wasn't sure why I fell in love with Trinh instead. Sometimes the dream would get depressing whenever I was around my house. For example, I was at my backyard having a good time spending time with her. But the more time I spent with her, the more I felt sad. I'm thinking it could be because I just ended our friendship and might not ever get to see her again. I sometimes kissed her lips and felt so much love for her. However, after the dream progressed, she started to literally die away. Sooner or later, she turned to a dead body. I was sad and feared for my life that she was dead. I loved her so much in this dream. I carried her dead body as if she was still alive with me and tried to give her body comfort. We were in the front of my house and I decided to take her body inside. I held on to her and carried her through the living room. I saw my dad in the living room and he seemed to be having a good time but paid no attention to the dead body I was holding. I then carried Trinh over to my room and laid her on the bed. I slowly comforted her head and kissed her one more time on the lips. I moved back a few steps and before I knew it, she turned in to a stuffed animal. Then I woke up.

I woke up and thought that i need to have LD. In the yard was loud music - i looked in the window and there was a disco. I watchd attentively and understood that it wasn't my yard, made RC. Among me were several naked girls and they wanted to have sex with me. I said that i wanted to the toilet and went in to the street. Made tornado of a dust about 4 meters high and manipulate it a bit and in the end made tornado to go through me. then i saw a big stone and put hands into it. the stone broke and there wasa bit of water inside. Then i flew and wanted to reach the space but space wasn't like space and planets were like nuts. so i awoke.

I have to remember to write stuff down when I wake up ..woke up this morning with great dream recall then even told my husband about my dream.He forgot it too bummer It was a great dream I know that much ..

July 27, 2012

Synopsis: A tornado barrels towards the city. In the panic, the military attacks. I desperately try to escape the general with a new friend

Military Tornado Attack
I'm driving home thinking about calling mom to let her know everything is alright. Just then I notice a tornado off in the distance. It looks so far away, I just tell myself its no threat at all.

But the tornado grows larger and larger as it races towards the city. Where is my apartment! I'm so lost. The building should be here, but now I don't recognize this street. I pull into a small parking lot and try to do a turn-around. But everyone is panicking now and theres a jumble of cars in the parking lot, all try to reverse in a different direction.

Some how I squeeze by. But its too late to try to find home, the sky has darkened and the tornado is almost on top of me! I park some place random and run for the closest city building. Lucky me the door was wide open.

Its a public restroom. With all this brick and tile, this place looks sturdy enough to withstand an F5. There was a mother with her baby who had the same idea. I feel so safe here! I should let everyone know to take cover in the bathroom.

Standing at the door frame, I was just about to holler 'take cover here!' - when I saw something so horrifying it took my voice away. Blood everywhere!!

The military paraded the streets like a nazi army and killed everyone on sight. They were marching only feet away from me! I dart back inside the public restroom praying they didn't see me.

I wanted so much to tell the mother to hide but I was so scared to make any noise. Instincts kicked in and I quickly slid underneath the stall and crawled my way to the back, hiding. A moment later soldiers walked in and shot the young mother without hesitation. She falls to the floor before she can even scream.

Did they see me? Did they see me?

"You there!"

Its the general himself, he's spotted me. With nothing left to do I jump out the stall and attack him with psychokinesis. He seems stunned. That's when I noticed the young women was still alive! She seems to have healing powers, her face changed as she healed. I was so happy, since I felt guilty for not warning her. I quickly place my hands over her wound and try to heal her too.

As the general and his solidiers look for the gun, me and my new friend run out the public restroom.

I thought of mom still waiting for my call. I thought of my sisters and wanted to know if they survived the attack.

"Get them!"

But considering the general has his eyes only us it seems were the only survivors of this city wide attack, which they were going to blame on the tornado. That made us, who knew the truth, the number one target.

As we ran carefully, hiding, taking cover, ducking from soldiers, I heard them talking about how all of this is so a new mall district can be built. They murdered a whole city for that?

Were cornered! "In here!" My new friend helps me sneak into a building. She talks about having the power to fly and that she can fly us away to safety, but that first requires for her to fall asleep. Which would leave her sleeping body defenseless.

".....Then I will cut it open!" The general over heard us

We barely escape him. As we duck and hide from soldiers again I'm desparately looking for that magical window to jump out of, the one that leads to wilderness. Maybe my friend has to fall asleep, but I can fly us to safety as is!

We sneak past the soldiers - theres the window! Holding my friends hand, I fly her through the window, over a beautiful jungle landscape. The sun was so warm and we felt so far away I swear we were on a different continent.

Some friendly jungle locals gave me the heads up that men were after us. Damn, how did they find us?

Me and my friend kept on flying away. She is maybe the first dream character to remain in form while flying next to her - other dream characters when I try to fly with them just turn into random objects.

I remember we had conversations while flying away. But I dont remember what was said.

We come to the ocean. Maybe we can hide underwater, or on that island, or I dont know. We've finally come to San Antonio, where mom lives. As expected, no one in this city has any idea that my home city was just massacred by the military.

We were weary of everyone and anyone here, though they were just civilians. I had to find mom to let her know what happened.

Before waking up I told my new friend that one day I was going to have courage to face that general and defeat him. No more chase dreams!

1
see a girl which says she will give me todays homework (which are a bunch of paintings) see eldad and he accept to give me painting so i will have homework for class
sit at back sit near dean the teacher which wares some kind of white religous cloths and loos like an old ars - says something math
mathemtics and that art is like mathemtics they both are a way to get close to god and then he says to students to ask about religoun

2

in the internet this game that you play but you gamble on it something like 500$ ...

went to study with someone with hearing problem went to his apartment but he was in the middle of a private lesson - i didnt want to disturb him i told him i should have checked if he was in a lesson then saw that the private teacher is one of my former roomates which then probobly made that apartment turn to my former dorm apartment and suddenly my former roomates came to it

then got in a fight with my former dorm roomates then continued it at some class with a subject i didnt even learn
when we fhought and disturbed the class the teacher was on their side the teacher was black and said something like im racist i gave her an angry look and then she said to everybody to sing


later on had hard time trying to fall asleep in the dorm - thought i should put music to help me fall asleep - my bed was really close to the door - i also thought that music can help me sleep and would help repel thiefs because i am alone in the apartment - thought to myself that it wont help in the short run so why not put some happy music then thought i should put arabic music if allready im listening i should widen my range
i wore socks and thought about my wet slippers will wet my socks

I guess it’s true that you are getting stronger in a jail.

Soooo boring…..
I’ve been sleeping half a day
(That is 12 hours, 720 minutes, 43200 seconds of sleep) x 3 days ~!!!!

Tormented with rambling thoughts
I decided to train my weakening muscles and dispersing mentality
Sit ups become handstands to push ups.

2167, 2168, 2169 …… he he
Now that I think of it… it’s sooo nice in here without any harm…

Eh?
Disturbed mind disturb a motion.

“Hm… two thousand nine hundred thirteen…?”
I must have murmured this out loud, for all of sudden an old speaker on the wall starts to creak
Then NEET, lazy voice of panda leisurely says

“It’s two thousand eight hundred and forty, ass-hole.”
I startled and stumbled to the back
And heard some more mumbling over the speaker

Probably a mouth full of sugar coated cheese cake …
I am positively sure that his blood is made out of sugar.
Sweet treat for mosquitoes.
May you be blessed with them, Amen.

Comes to think of it…… wait a sec… … you

“Not a stalker.”
So you mind read now? Then…

“Simple thinking pattern, once in every 0.84 seconds, do the math.”

I agree
............“Is… is that so…”
.....................................reluctantly.

Can’t figure what this stupid genius is thinking.

“Same here”

I REALLY don’t like him.

<-- Detective L, the Panda

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One icy winter night,
I questioned her around the corner where even cars scarcely drive.

It is upsetting to admit this,
But she hears my words one ear to another.

Giving a hollow snort and empty smirk,
She blankly stares at some unknown place.

“Ever been into a bottomless pit?”
Orange street lights shone her side,
Hiding the other half of her sorrow.

“No I just… you’re keep getting hur…….t”
A black car passes, leaving its red light on her.

“Don’t you dare.”
Like a knife chopping a vegetable,
She looks straight into my eyes and firmly says

“E.v.e.r.”

With her conclusion,
She takes a deep breath and jumps from the rail road.
Like always, showing her back to my side,
She goes far away to a place I do not know.

What is the burden you carry on your small back?
The question dims with the white steam of breath.

“There is no exit.”
She seems to be self-mocking her own fault.

just wanted to get this into my DJ... it's from my bedside notebook. The date was 4.12.12, and it was by far the worst and most vivid dream i've had yet this year. This isn't word-for-word as i wrote it that morning, by the way. It's rewritten here to make more sense. Here goes.

there was more at the beginning, but the first i remember i was in some post-apocalyptic world, standing on top of a very tall building that was an odd combination of skyscraper and medieval castle. I was talking to the leader of the group that lived there- an old man who looked like a wizard, complete with beard, blue robe, and pointy hat- trying to convince him to let me stay there.

he said there was a girl there that was sick and had to be separated from the group, and i could stay if i took her down to the basement. So i went to her tent (they all lived in tents on top of this building), and after an argument with her parents i picked her up and carried her over to this big industrial elevator that went all the way down. She was a teenager with short black hair and i noticed that she weighed next to nothing. I could tell she was indeed very sick.

the basement was very much like the inside of an office building. This part is so ridiculously vivid it's almost like a real memory. The carpet was red and the walls were green. It looked lived in; there was laundry all over the floor and a blanket spread out in the corner. She told me to put her on the blanket, which i did. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she said i really had to leave. I walked back to the elevator, only to find that it was either gone or not where i thought it was. I looked around a little, and started getting really anxious when i couldn't find a way out. The girl started yelling at me to leave, and i knew something bad was about to happen. I kept running down the hallways, looking for a way back up. Then, i saw the girl at the end of a hall... her skin was blue/gray, and her arms were strangely long. One of her eyes was red and the other one was black... the black one oozed some dark inky stuff. She was just standing there looking at me.

and that was it. I woke up in a sweat.

Well, I was supposed to stay until Saturday but the fire in the Springs caused us to have an evac out of the Academy so I got back early.

Anyways, dreamwise it was pretty uneventful. First off, in my room there was a swamp cooler right next to the bunks and we weren't allowed to turn it off. Basically, we froze to death and it was really hard to fall asleep. Once you did it was really hard to stay asleep too because you would wake up and wonder what time it was (not allowed to have watches) and if your Flight Sergeant was about to blow the air horn in your room to wake you up.

When I DID stay asleep long enough to have some dreams, I just kept having dreams *cough*nightmares*cough* about doing drill and being yelled at by my First Sergeant a bunch, my boots giving me massive blisters, my BDU's ripping and other things among the many horrors that could happen at a CAP encampment. So ya, those are really the only dreams I remember because we also had to get up at somewhere between 4:30 and 6:00 I'm guessing and go do PT so I didn't have time to focus on dreaming.

To be honest though, I really didn't want to have any real good dreams or lucid ones while I was gone because I wouldn't have a place to record them and might forget some important details, and I wanted to focus on the encampment itself. But now that I can actually sleep in my own bed I am going to go work on dreaming again.

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

I fell back asleep eventually and had more dreams, yay! But I woke up hours ago and forgot most of my details, so this will probably be much less detailed than usual.

Dream One: I'm watching some videos on youtube where a girl is attacking my character and saying all these awful things about how I can't lead people and I'm not strong enough to run for class president or something. Then she goes on and on about how I suck at organization and if I'm elected I would ruin their class council. I'm sitting with a blond guy, and at first I'm pretty upset that this chic is dissing me, but then I realize it's actually pretty funny. I don't want to be Class President, and I'm not sure how I got put on the ballet. I'm not campaigning or anything, so I'm pretty sure no one will think to vote for me and I'd lose by default. But this chic apparently feels so threatened by me, she's basing her entire campaign on smearing me instead of making herself look good... and that tactic just shows what a bad person she is. Personally, I'd vote for her opponent just because she's being so mean and horrible, I wouldn't want someone like that representing me. The guy is laughing with me about it all, but he offers the insight that she's the one who put me on the ballet because it would give her a chance to publicly make me look bad. Apparently she's jealous that we're hanging out or something.

Dream Two: There's a voice coming from a chimney, a storm raging outside. The voice claims to be a faerie and it's shouting that evil faeries are trying to get in from the storm and I have to keep them out! The voice starts screaming there are leprechauns in the attic, and my grandma rushes upstairs to run them out, but she doesn't see any. I'm looking all over and I don't see any. SO I get curious about this voice, and it turns out to be a woman hiding in the chimney. She tells me she's channeling the voice of the leprechaun and speaking his words not her own, but I find this hard to believe and part of me thinks she's crazy. I wake up feeling bad for thinking someone was crazy just because I can't see what she can.

Dream Three: I walk into a house with my husband, but the lights are dim and the place is a total mess. It's like what you'd expect College kids to be living in, lol. There are two guys chilling out in there. One has a beanie on and his hair is too short to show under it. The other is also wearing a beanie but he has long curly black hair that's longer than mine has ever been, halfway down his back and so thick and frizzy it's crazy! My husband is talking to the short haired one about getting a tattoo, but the short haired one seems pretty intoxicated. I don't think it's a good idea, but my husband asks for it anyways. I wonder off and run into the long haired guy, he shows me a tattoo he has of a lady bug, and it's actually not all girly like you'd think. I think it's pretty cool, but my husband calls me back to the shirt haired guy, and I hold my husbands hand while short haired dude starts to give him a tattoo of a star on his elbow. Only the short haired dude is so drunk or stoned or both, that he just makes a big inky squiggly line. My husband freaks out because a tattoo is permanent and this guy has made a permanent mess of his arm! The guy with long hair tells him he should have listened to his hot wife, and then offers to try and fade it. He takes us into the kitchen and puts some sort of creme on it. Then we realize my husband's hand is covered in ink, and so are his feet! He's been leaking inky foot prints everywhere he walked. I freak out and start apologizing, but the long haired due tells me to relax, they've already stained the carpets up real bad, they don't mind a couple more, it makes it look like art! Then I wake up.

This is a dream I would pay money to remember in exact detail. It was very vivid, gritty, emotional, and at times completely irrational. Again, I want to blame something for my poor recall. So I mention this is additional support for my theory that: irrational dreams are especially forgettable. At the end of the dream things got super weird and my recall of those events is very spotty.

A detailed beginning is completely forgotten:

I was in a very old, run down, poorly light blue, futuristic indoor complex. It was large and imposing but looked darkened and vacant. I was determined to release a group of people from some kind of stasis prison. I seemed to know exactly where to go. I used some kind of stealth device to sneak into a giant room filled with rows of beds with wavy metal gates. I would say at least 60-people in rows stacked to the ceiling were in this large medical-like room.

In the middle of the room, off to one side against the wall was a brightly (white) illuminated bed. The guard I was sneaking up on was laying on it with a blanket trembling with fear. I was going to knock him out when I noticed he was fixated on a point deeper into the room. When I looked I saw what he saw.. It was a ghost. A cloudy looking young man with an outstretched arm walking towards him in a distressed looking manner. I remember thinking, what are the odds I would come to release these people and a ghost would show up?

There was a panel on the guards bed with an orange LED on it. I twisted the knob and all the bed grates began to slowly lower at the same time. The guard saw me when my stealth wrinkled. He was so terrified by the apparition he made no attempt to stop me.

Things go completely hazy at this point...

Next thing I know I am about to enter a "very" haunted area of the complex. I had a powerful high-tech camera with a large screen that allowed me to see in the dark. It was not the ugly green infrared look, it was a pale blue display and it was strikingly clear. When I looked without the camera, everything was almost pitch black. The hall was at least 20ft wide, went forward about 15ft leading to a small set of two or three stairs to a split-level hall leading to the left. The hall had many doors. I remember heavy dust in the air. Long rips in the carpets and clawed looking walls. It was much, much older and worn down than the rest of the complex.

No sooner had I taken a few steps down the hall when I saw a flare of light on the camera. Then, a terrible sounding groaning noise started down the hall and two shabby looking ghosts turned the corner heading towards me. I put down the camera and looked. I saw nothing but I could hear the weird, disturbing moaning getting closer.

This was too much. I hurried out of the hall the way I came. I shut the wooden doors behind me. I could still hear the moaning getting closer. I was standing in a bustling police station. Apparently, the "haunted wing" of the police station had been condemned... I announced, "Two ghosts are following me." Everyone reacted with irritation. I stepped away from the door and turned around. I could see the broken yellow police tape on the door.

To my shock, the two homeless looking ghosts appeared in front of the door looking at me. I heard men yell with fear in the station. Somebody shot some kind of energy weapon that exploded sparks of light everywhere and one ghost vanished.

At this point the dream gets very irrational and unstable. There was some weird thing about shooting a boot. A large plastic shotgun. And some huge super cop that could out perform everyone in the station, including me. I'm almost certain he "took out" the first ghost , and, took out the second ghost in a spectacular way which replayed/repeated like a sports highlight. --Then I woke up.

Note: This dream has many common elements/dream signs: police, prison, desolate future, undead, LCD, and long halls. Even the poorly recalled super cop seemed like a trickster.

Was being in a in an animal shelter.