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I am walking around my home town with a girl, I am giving advice to people I hear in my head, but cannot see. one voice near the end asks me if It should pay full price to the person mowing their lawn. I say, "because they didn't weed-wack around the telephone pole, they don't deserve a full payment."

I notice now that I am awake that the girl's energy signature matches the girl with the black hair's. though I could have sworn she was a blonde in this dream.

Dear Journal,
So, very tired from only 5hrs of sleep last night. Therefore, Im taking a nap and whilst doin this Ill try the DILD/WILD tech. I've repeatedly asked myself throughout the day if I have been dreaming. And also counted my fingers. Most likely I'll do this in my dream to. I have HW to do by my teacher Mr.Matte. [] shorrt flight and etc. I'll attmpt to do this hw in this DILD/WILD Nap. Nite and I will talk to you in a few hours. And As soon as I WAKE UP- forreal. I will post here.

Dear JOURNAL,

Let's get this straight, you are a journal! not a diary! lol you will be my online friend that i copy all of my dreams to. I already have a paper and pan sitting by my bedside table for when I wake up but YOU will be my main thing! I <3 you DJ

See you tommrow,
Ryartran

Running From the Cops

I was in a car with a few other people. They had done something wrong. One guy had a gun pointed in his mouth. I didn't want him to shoot himself so I tried to shoot his hand ...which was in front of his face.

I shot at him twice at close range (missing?). Then I thought that it was perhaps not such a good idea to shoot him for, as mentioned, his hand was in front of his face.

Dream Skip

The bad people are gone, but I'm in the car with someone else--a friend. The police are looking for us. There is a police helicopter. We have all the guns. I start stuffing them around the car to hid them. I can still see them, so I try to hide them better.

Eventually, we approach about 20 cop cars, all with their blues on. We are stopped by a red light, but the cop cars are beyond the light, so they kept going.

The End

Polar Bear Attack

I was somewhere really cold with some friends and my brother. My brother walked out about 20 feet from camp and ran into a polar bear. He was too close to run away, and the bear jumped him.

I was terrified. I wasn't going to be able to save my brother, but a friend, a short chick from my childhood E. G./V. ran out and tried to help. The bear's attention was diverted and it got off my brother.

There were two walls forming a corridor leading to the bear now. In other words, I wasn't really shielded by any wall. I was looking down a wall leading to the bear. Anyway, the bear started chasing me.

I had some binoculars and threw them at the bear's face. I missed. That sucked because he kept chasing me. As he got closer, I threatened to throw the binoculars at his face again.

The End

Me and some people were building something, most likely electronic in secret to help us against a corporation forsome reason, we were building it right inside their building in hiding.
3 of us went down an elevator and went into the entrance of this place, it was much like an airport, with white polished tiles and elevators going up, some elevators were flat slanted ones, it was slightly industrial too with girders sticking out in places etc and it looked a little dusty in some places.

Just as we thought we were alone we heard something coming up a staircase, it was a robot which seemed to be scanning around, it rolled around on wheel below its feet and it had a square head with red LED's flashing on and off when it moved, it saw us and came towards us, it was around waist height. I ran at it and flicked two switches on the front of it which seemed to turn it off. "Let's take this back for parts." i said, yet i was trying to hurry incase the robot had alerted anybody.

As we were about to go back people rushed through the main doors, civilian people all just working in the building to put as a first guess, we acted casual and waited for them to pass before going down back to the elevator, we heard someone else coming, we jumped into the elevator and it went down instead of up, as it opened there was a sort of cafe below us, a man drinking his tea hadn't noticed us, we headed back up and we heard movement, we tried to hide but we were caught.

We were shoved on a tram by an armed guard and we saw a cctv camera looking around on a television set, and a S.W.A.T force in a car park, i tapped my friend and then pointed to the television set, he looked at me and shook his head to say it wasn't for us.
When the tram stopped the door opened and we stepped out into a car park, identical to the one we saw on the television set, we then were hushered into a room.

as we sat down a man calmly strolled through the doors, we was around 6 foot tall wearing sunglasses and a navy blue suit with matching tie. He took off his sunglasses and before we knew it everything went black.

I woke up and i was looking at two of my friends in horror, we all had nothing but our underwear on and we were all covered in needles from head to toe, like small sewing needles places as if we were under some form of acupuncter.
He lay one of my friends on the table and slammed one of the needles into his body with a hammer, he screamed in agony, now a different man appeared with a wierd metal disc around half the size of a bin lid and it was thick, he jumped into the air like a ninja and threw it into his chest slamming multiple needles into him.

He then threw the disc like a frisbee at me and my other friend and as we dodged it grazed along the needles stuck in us making them sway all the way up our body making us writhe in pain. My other friend tripped and fell onto his front pushing every single needle into him killing him.


Now the only two people left were me and this guy, who tried to come at me with a knife, i quickly grabbed a metal spatula and parried his attacks before slapping him accross the face with it, he stumbled back in dis beleif and said if i were to go free i would have to complete a series of tests, i stayed on guard now with two weapons at my disposal.

The first test was simply fighting him back, as he stood there smirking i pulled out all of the needles until there were none left, he then said i had to light the lights above him using nothing but the metal cooking equipment on the shelf, i realised some were statically charged. I let all the lights up by making a chain of them with my hands and the metal searing the tips of my fingers, he got some water in a bucket so i could wash my hands.

I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

I don't think I've ever made an out and out joke (albeit corny) in a dream before this dream.

This dream is another instance of so-so dream control. I was watching the video below yesterday afternoon. I thought it might be fun to dream myself onto the International Space Station.

But I got afraid of messing up the machinery if I actually projected myself up there. So I told myself not to try, after all. Anyway, the dream I had is a result of that thought process.



Dream #1

It was a sunny day. I was flying over the roofs of some really nice, 19th century-style mansions. I was apparently searching for a book I'd lost. It may have been some sort of classic book. But I think it was actually a porn novel or porn magazine.

I think a bird had stolen this book. I may have seen evidence that the bird was on the roof of a house just in front of me. I may have seen something like a little nest on one of the peaks of the roof. I may have felt like the book was now a part of that nest.

But I was now floating in between two mansions. The mansions both had complex roofs, with a lot of different angles of sloping. My oldest nephew straddled the roof of one of the mansions. My mom sat on the roof of the other mansion.

I may have been here now in order to get some books for my nephew. My mom had a couple of books on her roof. I think I was going to bring those over for my nephew. But there was still one book missing.

But now a cartoon bird landed at the edge of the roof of my mom's mansion. The cartoon bird was black, so I thought it was a raven. But it actually looked like the Warner Bros chicken hawk character, Henery Hawk.



The "raven" had the missing book on top of its head, for some reason. The book was real, even though the raven was a cartoon.

I thought, Whoa! Now's my chance!

Still floating in between the two mansions, I turned to my nephew. I said, "Hey! Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

My nephew said, "What?"

I bobbed back around to the raven and said, "Why is a raven like a writing desk? Because it has a book on its top!"

My nephew said, "Oh. I guess."

The raven now, for some reason, did something like faint. It slid down the right slope of the roof, taking the book down with it. I floated over to the peak of the roof and sat there, looking down at the bird.

I was a little sore that my nephew either didn't get my joke or thought it was corny. I was trying to blame him for the fact that he thought my joke was corny.

I could see the book laying at the bottom of the roof's slope, as if it were about to slip off the roof's edge. I guess the raven had already slipped off the roof's edge.

I thought about getting the book, before it slipped, too. But I really didn't want to do my nephew any favors, after he hadn't liked my joke. But I could see the other books, near my mom. And I figured I'd get those ones for him.

My nephew asked me to get the other book. He couldn't see it, and he didn't know whether it had fallen or not.

But I told my nephew I couldn't get the book. I said, "It's in too hard a place to reach. I'm an old man, now. I can't reach into all kinds of places like I used to."

I now really was an old man. I was a tall, white man, with a big belly. I was bald, with dirtyish grey hair on the sides of my head. I probably wore a nice button-up shirt and blue jeans.

I was walking with two extremely hot women, probably in their mid- to late-twenties. They were like models. But they were astronauts. They were dressed in these extremely sexy, silvery jumpsuits which, I guess, were their space suits.

We walked through an automatic, sliding-steel door on a vanilla-yellow wall. We walked into some area that looked like a cafeteria. But not far above my head were all kinds of staircases, as if there were a maze of balconies above this eating area. At the other end of this room was a huge window wall, revealing a gigantic swimming pool area.

I knew that one of these women was my daughter-in-law. The other woman was a partner on the flight that my daughter-in-law was about to take.

I was here to see my daughter-in-law off on her space flight. My daughter-in-law and her friend were dropping me off here to relax and wait in the preparation time before launch. I knew that this cafeteria was part of some fitness area, and that the girls were probably going to do a little exercise before their flight.

We walked toward some sort of booth table, talking and joking. My daughter-in-law, even though she was incredibly sexy, had a kind of low self-esteem. I tried to make her feel better about herself. So as we sat into the booth, I made some kind of sly comment implying how cute she was.

This made both of the girls giggle giddily. I had a bad feeling that both of the girls were now sexually attracted to me. I thought I should back off a bit. I didn't want my daughter-in-law to be attracted to me. But, I thought, it wouldn't be so bad if her friend decided she liked me.

The girls had to leave me now. They may already have been gone. But I at least heard my daughter-in-law telling me, in my head, "You know, they have the ----- (press conference?) going on right before the flight. Everybody's welcome to come to that thing. And we'll be there, too. You should come, so we can see you one last time."

For some reason I didn't think that was a good idea. I told the girls I'd probably just take a walk around before the launch, instead.

I was now myself again. I was sitting on the ground or on a concrete floor -- somewhere. A tall, heavy, white man with feathery, black and grey hair, stood by a blackboard at a wall. The wall looked like it was part of some warehouse or unfinished building. There were thin, metal beams running from the floor to some kind of half-ceiling.

The man was explaining something to me about Judaism. He was making calculations regarding verses in the Torah. He was trying to show that the appropriate method of studying was one passage of the Torah per week. He said that this was all a person could really handle, while keeping a balance on his spirituality.

I saw a number of -- what I would describe as traffic poles -- like the yellow-painted concrete poles with convex tops. But these poles were comprised of crystal cogs, all stacked up on top of each other.

The cogs were all different colors. But they were piled up so that cogs of the same color were near each other. One pole, for instance, started with orange at the bottom, worked its way up to a pinkish-red, then into a green, then blue.

I told the man, "It doesn't make sense to me that people should only study one passage a week. It seems to me like a person could actually study a passage a day and be fine."

The man was a little shocked that I'd said something like that. I felt like I had kind of insulted either his ideas of religion or his ideas of spiritual balance. I think I felt like I needed him for a teacher. So I had to find a way to apologize to him for having made a comment apparently against one of his major theories.

We were both standing outside now. The man was up on a sidewalk. I stood on something like asphalt -- maybe in a parking lot? The man was taller than me by his own height and the height of the curb. And we were separated by some kind of railing.

I decided that the best way to apologize to the man was by showing my knowledge of other religions and concluding with the idea that, compared to his religion, all the other religions I knew about were lacking.

I had a whole bunch of papers in my hands. It was like I was going to flip through some kind of PowerPoint presentation on the faults of all the other religions I knew about.

There were some slides regarding some religions on the top of my stack of papers. But I wanted to save those religions for later. I shuffled those to the back of the deck. Now the top slide was about some religion that was somehow based in the teachings of Edgar Cayce. I figured that would be a good place to start.

I gave the man some explanation about the tenets of this religion (I wish I could remember them now!). I was going to move on to how I thought they were silly, compared to the tenets of his religion.

But the man interrupted me -- as if he thought I were trying to convince him that this religion was really good. He took the same tack with me, now, that I was trying to take with him. He became really interested in what I had to say about this religion. He wanted to know more.

I felt a little defeated. I was trying to learn more about the man's religion. But now he wanted me to teach him about mine!

I stood up onto the curb. The man and I turned to my left and walked down the sidewalk, down a slight slope, to a complex of buildings like a university campus. There seemed to be a decent amount of people walking around down there.

I was explaining something to the man. But now I was in some kind of limbo space, floating around and discussing things in my head. I was now apparently talking to someone, kind of like the Apollo 11 Command Module Pilot Michael Collins.



Collins didn't believe in something about psychic phenomena. But I was trying to convince him that psychic phenomena did exist.

Collins and I were now driving in a car at night. I had gotten onto the topic of psychokinesis. I was trying to make some point about how it was already being used in outer space, and that it wasn't causing any harm.

To illustrate this, I had a chart in my mind. It was a white background, with an x-arrow and a y-arrow. Both arrows were really bold. The plane made by the coordinates was of either twelve or sixteen rectangles. The rectangles were stood vertically. The grid was four rectangles wide, and either three or four rectangles long.

In this grid, I drew something like a jagged line bouncing down through the rectangles. This was made to show the minimal damaging effect that psychokinetic powers had in space.

Somehow, Collins and I faded into some place like a residence area for astronauts who were about to head up into space. We were both inside a room with thin-panelled walls, like the fake wood-panel walls inside a double-wide trailer. The entire floor of the room was covered with mattresses, except the left side of the room, which had a set of bunk beds.

In the center of the room was some very space-stationy-looking computer area. A pole hung from the ceiling. Suspended from the pole were a big computer system and a seat at which someone sat while using the computers.

Collins was sitting at the computer station. I was laying on my back, on a mattress, looking up at the back of one of the screens of the system.

I was shocked to see that the logo of the computer's manufacturer was a circle with a stylized, interlocking P and K. I thought, PK! That's psychokinesis! Is this whole computer part of some psychokinesis project?

Apparently, though, I had been continuing my argument, because Collins, at some point, told me that I'd won him over. I don't know whether he actually believed in psychokinesis. But he at least seemed to believe that, if it existed, it wouldn't do any harm.

Somehow, I was now asleep, my back propped up against the back wall of the room. But now another astronaut opened the door of the room.

Even though my eyes were closed, and I was sleeping, I could see the woman. She was blonde, a little frumpy-looking, with frizzy-curly, long, blonde hair. She was maybe in her late forties. She wore a red sweater and red-plastic-rimmed eyeglasses.

The woman poked her head in through the doorway and asked Collins, "Do you know anything about debt for the companies ----- (can't remember, ----- (Provate?), and Fluxcil, that you might be able to help me with them?"

These were biotech companies. Collins said, "No. I don't know."

But the woman wasn't really asking Collins so Collins could help her. She was hinting to him that they should test me out, on my knowledge. But Collins didn't get the hint. So the woman had to make it a little stronger.

But the mention of the biotech names got me kind of interested (why? I don't know anything about biotech), and I was already waking up, lifting my dark, heavy eyelids, as the woman said, "Well... do you know anybody who might know about that debt? Like... another astronaut you work with?"

Collins might have said something like, "Oh. Yeah."

But I was already too interested in what the woman was talking about to wait. I stood up -- still incredibly groggy! -- and said, "Oh? Debt? I think I can get you some information." I knew I didn't know anything about biotech. But I was already making a plan in my head for how I'd do the research.

I walked over all the mattresses, toward the doorway. The woman may have said something to me, then asked me, "Do you think fifteen minutes will be enough time for you?"

I said, "Yeah. I can get you something in fifteen minutes."

I thought I'd have to use my own computer. But I wondered if my wireless would work all the way from up here on the space station. I thought that the satellite system would be all messed up.

Then I realized we weren't on the space station yet. It was still the night before we even launched up into space. I thought, of course my computer will work.

Collins had gotten up from the computer station. He was walking out of the room, to go down the hallway for some kind of meeting with the woman. I walked back toward the back of the room, to pull my computer out of my suitcase (???).

But I'd forgotten the names of the three companies. I turned around and caught the woman before she walked away. I said, "So the companies are... Probate... ?"

The woman said, "-----, ----- (Provate?), and Fluxcil. You know Fluxcil. They make -----."

I felt a little insulted by that. I didn't want the woman to think I was stupid. Of course I knew that Fluxcil made -----. But I was just having trouble keeping the companies' names in my head. My brain was still so groggy!

The woman left and I walked back toward the back of the room. My suitcase was huge -- maybe waist-high, and as wide as two of me. I knew my computer was in a pocket at the back end of the suitcase.

As I walked toward the suitcase I was already trying to figure out how to get my information. I knew that I'd start by pulling the most recent financial filings for each company.

I started wondering if fifteen minutes was enough time. These filings were for biotech companies. They might be huge.

But I thought that there were two other things I should do if I had enough time left in my fifteen minutes. One thing was to do a debt schedule. But I thought I would probably have to ask the woman if she wanted that before I actually did it.

I also thought that, to get the most recent debt issuances of the companies, I'd probably also have to go through the most recent press releases for each company.

Katsuno's Dreams

Sorry for late entry, I wasn't at home 'till now...

1st: I dreamed of being at my elementary school. I was at the playground and around me were some of my classmates. I'm not sure but it seemed like we had a sleepover there. There were 2 geeks climbing up a wall and they insulted a friend of mine. He is really strong IRL and gets angry really easily. He said "What did you two say?" And they repeated: "You suck!". He got angry and suddenly did Parkour to get up to their place. It looked so cool and easy and he got them immediately. He then threatened to beat them up and they started to cry like babies. He threw one of them with such a force that he flew through the air and I could catch him before he crashed on the ground. I said to my friend "It's enough now. But I wanna know where you learned Parkour! Those moves are really hard" and he just said "I didn't learn them, I can do them naturally". I tried to climb up the wall but for some reason I had no strength and failed. Another friend comes by and tells me to follow him. We walk along the street when I suddenly see another geek guy (He always hangs around with us but we don't even like him) walking together hand in hand with my crush. I'm like "Wtf?!" and my friend looks confused. I start to laugh because this is just ridiculous and wake up.

Sorry NightSpy, didn't get lucid to find you

In which I talk to a parent about her child's reading...

I'm sitting down with my friend to discuss how her child is reading. I'm her child's tutor and I tell her that she needs to spend a lot more time letting the girl read aloud to her. We are eating cake while talking, and I'm acting like a know-it-all. I woke up this morning thinking that the dream was real. I was worried that I might have injured the friendship since it's not a good idea to tell people how to raise their children and I didn't choose my words well. Then I fully woke up and realized it couldn't have been real. (At least I hope not...)

Happy New Year everybody!

2 Full dreams (2 points)
1 False awakening
1 WBTB attempt (1 point)

I was in an airport and we were carrying our luggage through to departures. When we got there I accidentally put my hand luggage on the conveyor belt, so we had to wait for it to come back round where I could pick it up.Once that was done we boarded and went and sat near the front, we then changed our minds and went to sit at the back near the door. When everybody was on the plane started to make it's way towards the runway, it took a shortcut over some rubble and we flew in the air for a few seconds before coming back into contact with the ground. We then turned around to face the runway, it looked as though we were under some kind of motorway bridge. Then we saw the runway; it was so short, there was no way a plane could manage to take off in that short distance. The pilot throttled the engines to full power and we shot off down the runway, they roared loudly as we rushed towards the end of the runway and everybody thought we weren't going to make it. But just feet before the end the plane gained enough speed to pull up and we took off. The dream then ended. (Full Dream- 1 point)

I was sat in a hall and in front of me was a stage and curtains, I was in a theatre and by the looks of things it was nearly full. I glanced at the two huge red curtains to see a fat woman dressed in white peeping through. Then the lights dimmed and I realised that I was sat right at the front very close to the stage. The curtains seemingly disappeared and there was now a fake bar in front of me with stools all around it and the woman I saw earlier serving. Then Jamie Oliver appeared round the corner with another stool. He explained to the audience that he's been sent 20 miles on foot to find this stool which matched the other at the bar. He sat down opposite the barmaid, right next to me. He said something funny and everyone laughed but me, so he turned round to me and said "Are you not finding this funny?" and I said back "Sorry I didn't understand the joke" (even though it can't have been the funny) He repeated it in simpler terms and everybody laughed again but me included this time. He patted me on the knee and said "Ah you get it now!" and he returned to doing the play. My mum who was sat next to me whispered in my ear saying "Go on stroke his knee" and I said no because that would be a bit random and weird. The dream ended here. (Full Dream- 1 point)

1 WBTB attempt (1 point)

Up a little late last night, and the night before. My sleep patterns are out of whack again, so my dream recall is suffering. Here are some bits and pieces that I can remember.

Various fragments

I am outside with a group of people. We seem to be explorers or adventurers. Our quest involves crossing mountains and/or big buildings in a city. It takes forever to get to the other side, and I am exhausted by the end. We go into a hospital, and I decide I want to take the elevator to the top floor and look back at the distance we just covered. I get into the elevator (hospitals and elevators are both dreamsigns, but I don't remember to do a RC). As I am riding up, I seem to lose my clothes. By the time I reach the top I am completely naked, but I don't seem to think much about it. I crawl out of the elevator, which has shrunk to the size of a small box. I end up in the sink of another hospital room. Or the elevator may have turned into the sink...

... I am at a wedding. There is some tension here that I can't quite remember. I do remember that I had to use the bathroom, and there are two bathroom doors side by side. They both say "men", but I know that one of them is actually the women's restroom that has lost the "w" and "o". Someone comes out of the door on my right, but he/she is so ugly I can't tell if it is a man or a woman. Somehow I decide that this is the men's restroom, and I go in. Immediately inside the door I see that the two restrooms are connected and I peek around the corner of the division between the two sections to make sure I am in the right place. I assume that I am, because there is only a stall in the other half, and there are urinals in the half I am in. I set about finding a more private section of the restroom with a toilet that can't be seen by passers by (I am always having to do this in my dreams. Another obvious and yet failed dreamsign.) I find a nice one that not only is in a stall (more rare than one would think in my dreams), but is also blocked from view by an even larger toilet. There are several toilets to each stall here.

Dear Journal,
Ok, so after partyin till 5:30a.m.. I finally laid down to get some sleep. I laid down and tried the WILD technique. Back to bed, arms by my side. I thought, [COLOR="blue"]"Ok I can't fall asleep, no matter what[/COLOR]." So, I thought of the party I went to and doing it all over again. So, In my head: [COLOR="blue"]I took a shower and eveything, went to the party, talked to some girls, had a drink. SODA. Lol, and repeated the proccess. Girls, then soda. [/COLOR] Then I felt my mouth really dry. To force myself not to swallow. I thought of the soda. But that made me even more thirsty. So I swallowed. Once again I screwed up my WILD. I got pissed and was like forget this. Imma do this in my ACTUAL Sleep position. So, I turned over and said goodnite to myself and also saiid I can control my dreams. *Fragment* I do remember being in my dream and saying I can control my dreams and then as soon as I realized that I forgot what I had just said/thougt. I remember now because I'm awake. But in my dream, I remembered then totally forgot that: I can control my dreams. Its kinda weird. So once again no Recall and I had ADD in my dream. (Thats a joke, I just mean that I couldn't pay attention to the lucid.) So, today I will be: 1. Looking for Recall Advice(After Waking up). 2. Trying to find a way to pay attention to the Lucid when Im sleeping and not lose attention because of whatever reason.

Dear Journal,
Let me get this clear. You are a JOURNAL and not a DIARY. Thank you. With that said, me and you should be best friends. Tonight as I go to sleep I will once again attempt my WILD technique(which has failed twice. 1st. Gave up because of cold/flu 2nd try. Fell Asleep. Its 5.a.m And because of the time idk If I will be able to stay awake. Anyways, I will do my best and tomorow will post my results. Good Night and remember.. Am I dreaming? If so, I CAN Control my Dreams... I CAN Cotrol my Dreams. Sweet Dreams.(;

P.S: Sorry this was supposed to be posted last night but internet was down. So, this morning will do because I really need to get my DJ goin.

Dream
Megan Fox was acting on set and I was a cameraman. Now I'm guessing my infatuation with Megan Fox made my dream character want to be with her.

So when it came time for Megan Fox to ship out to her new movie, Mack 10, I was sad but I still stayed until the first movie project finished. We then met up on the set of Mack 10. The scene was in a museum with maroon walls and a chequered floor. (Funny how I'm filming on set and a Illuminati floor is there.)

I also remember her being at an airport on arriving on a jet probably Michael Bay's.

Side Notes
I incubated this dream but didn't realise the theme while in the dream. So I didn't go lucid but you know what still prety cool.

Before I go to bed I do a breathing exercise where I draw white light into my bones. I can feel the energie very well and as I fall asleep I awake from a pain in my right side.

I move my body a little but one's more a pain (stronger) let me show whats going on. I see my body full with yellow and blue light and there where the pain is a little lightpoint which moves straight into me. I try to wipe the pain away with my hands, but I have difficult to move then. The pain and county from the needles get stronger and stronger - finally I roll my body to the left and awake.

[Analyse]
I remember that I have in past many short nightmares immediately after fallen asleep when I do strong energie-exercises before. I should this statement integrate into my daily dream-exercises .

I am at my grandma's house. I'm in the bathroom. I realize I am dreaming. I think about how I am there and older nightmares about my aunt and uncles death and finding their coffin stuffed in a room. I realize this might happen so I jump out of a window into a pool. The dream the. Starts to destabilize.