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I have moved back to my old house in Worcester. Everything is in shades of grey, and the house is mouldy and damp. It is my birthday, yet the atmosphere is crushingly depressing.

I have moved to a new school. The secretary and headteacher are nasty and take advantage of the girls. Everything around me is grey and a little blurry.

Next I am at the beach; grey waves crashing onto grey beaches with grey overcast clouds up ahead and a chill breeze. I am listening to music with some other girls as an escape. We are on the internet as we can only find internet signal on the beach

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I am in a supermarket, running around and performing stunts. I see Georgia and her mum shopping. The frozen foods are in a pit under floor level. Her mum is very friendly and gives me directions.

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I am in a communal home, as there are a lot of people walking around. I am going out to visit the fields. I am walking down a large, dirty, damp spiral staircase that reminds me of a dungeon. I am with a slimy green humanoid creature. I reach the end of the staircase where it abruptly stops, and there is a sheer drop below. It is a massive cavern, with scientist labs dotted on columns rising from the depths. I turn and try to go back upstairs. I am scared of falling through the staircase as I climb. Because I am afraid of falling, I really do fall through the floor. I am falling, and panicking as I can't see much around me. I then think that if I'm going to die, I may as well enjoy the ride. I start to enjoy the fall, and all of a sudden my surroundings change and I am falling over a soft, blurry space of grey dotted with flecks of colour. I then stop falling suddenly, and I float as if in limbo. I realise that this is unrealistic, and I realise that I must be dreaming. I panic, then try to fly. Below me there is an expanse of grey with small dull coloured rectangles below me. It looks like cars stuck in traffic.
I wake up.

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I am in Portugal on holiday. I am playing in an old shack, and we are playing dodgeball. I can't see who is throwing the balls.
I am walking outside, up onto a roof where I glance out over a vast lake and lean on the railings. My friend Aimee comes up to me, holding a fish in her fingers by its tail. We talk about Portugal, a lively conversation. We watch as people swim up a water treadmill catching koi. Aimee says its a Japanese tradition.

I ask my dad if I can try, but he says no because it is our last night on holiday.
I talk with my dad about how the fair and lake was open at night even though the workers went home. In the distance there are twinkling lights, most probably lights of a nearby town.

I an at an airport. Dad mentions something about me and my friend Skye watching a movie about T-rexes. He says that my little sister can't, so she has to go make posters and colouring pages of dogs. She is about to go off with a little posh girl, coated in fur and with voluminous blonde hair. She has an English accent, and looks snooty and rich.
End.

This is the dream that made me interested in dreaming, and lucid dreaming.


I am biking home from school. Someone had broken my Plastic ocarina that I'd brought in, and it is crumbling to pieces like foil.

Whilst biking, I see Ronan Parke, except he doesn't look like Ronan Parke. He has short, brown, weedy hair and I only catch a glimpse of him standing in an archway of a medieval castle-like building with lots of doors and arches. I walk into the building and open a door. All of a sudden there are several over people with me, yet I can't remember their faces. A massive, spiky cartoon lion head bursts out and tries to grab me. The others fight him off whilst I slam the door.



Looks like this, but with a lot more spikes, colours and ferociousness.



I move on to another door, and I am on the sidelines of a film set, even though we were standing around a medieval courtyard. I am watching the filming of Link visiting a fairy house. I get bored, so I grab a security camera and try to break it, or push it away. Some people become annoyed at me because I was blocking the camera.
I am watching a premier Inn advert, with Lenny Henry in it.
End.

This is the dream that made me interested in dreaming, and lucid dreaming.


I am biking home from school. Someone had broken my Plastic ocarina that I'd brought in, and it is crumbling to pieces like foil.

Whilst biking, I see Ronan Parke, except he doesn't look like Ronan Parke. He has short, brown, weedy hair and I only catch a glimpse of him standing in an archway of a medieval castle-like building with lots of doors and arches. I walk into the building and open a door. All of a sudden there are several over people with me, yet I can't remember their faces. A massive, spiky cartoon lion head bursts out and tries to grab me. The others fight him off whilst I slam the door.



Looks like this, but with a lot more spikes, colours and ferociousness.



I move on to another door, and I am on the sidelines of a film set, even though we were standing around a medieval courtyard. I am watching the filming of Link visiting a fairy house. I get bored, so I grab a security camera and try to break it, or push it away. Some people become annoyed at me because I was blocking the camera.
I am watching a premier Inn advert, with Lenny Henry in it.
End.

12/15/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I believe the initial point of this dream was me walking with my Biochemistry Advisor in Texas A&M (Let’s call her Trina). I think she was asking a few people that she needed a guy who was smart and has some time to start on some kind of assignment.

No one answered, so I after I followed her more and more, I told her that since I’m done with all my finals, I can do the project if she wanted me to. I also added on to say that I would need something to do over the weekends because I basically have a month off from college.

(In waking life, I do have a month off from college). So we go off into a random conversation and I suddenly she disappears. Instead of being in a building, I’m in a house all of a sudden.

I’m wondering where Trina is, and I panicked a little because I thought she was kidnapped or something because when I went inside a random room, I saw her clothes there.




My first impression was that she was assaulted, but I let that feeling pass by and explored a little more of this weird house.

I go downstairs and I see a bunch of random DCs, I couldn’t get a good image of a single DC, but I for some reason when I picked up a pack of tissues, they were enraged and wanted me to put it back where it was. I wasn’t too sure of their emotions, it just looked like they were angry at me.




I put the tissues down, and all of these thoughts were racing in my head, as if I could hear the DCs’ thoughts like something being out of existence (probably the tissues).

(Probably a day residue of me looking over a Teen Titans Wiki site on Robin and his relationships with the other Titans, especially Raven. There was one episode where he literally had to go to “Hell” in order to save a part of Raven’s whole demeanor I believe. If he didn’t, she would cease to exist).

(But then again, that's probably another day residue when I took my Biology Final because I realized I was 10 minutes late for the exam and when I came to the room to take it, I was sweating like a pig. An assistant tried to be nice to be and she handed me a box of tissues for me to grab some to wipe the sweat off).

Anyway, back to the dream. I don’t know the path of this dream anymore. I’m suddenly outside and there’s this dude who has light brown-ish hair, Caucasian most likely, and was holding a penis in his hand! (I'm not going to show a picture of that )

I don’t know what the hell was going on, but somehow he managed to get the penis that’s cut off erect for a long time by squeezing the bottom of it to prevent whatever remaining blood was there (though I don’t think the amount of blood would’ve affected it).

He said we had to wait for his friend to pick us up to go to some restaurant. I said “How long will it take for him to get here?” He replied that it would take him 15 minutes or so (maybe less or maybe more, I don’t know).

So to kill time, I looked down and it seemed that I was in an environment where it already rained. So I was playing with a wet portion of sand and made footprints with the shoes I was wearing.



I got a little bit TOO into it, and I think I glanced over to see two adults that were maybe 20-25 feet away from me smiling I think and they were looking at me.

They were headed for the restaurant we were going to I think, it just felt like they were going there, because they wore some decent clothing that would make one assume they’re going to some fancy restaurant.

The guy I’m with who is still holding the penis lets go of it, and when it falls down, it turns into bits of sausage. It animation of it looked like you’re playing Minecraft, and you break an item or mine something and you see bits of it come off.



Then the next scene is us inside of the restaurant, I don’t think I’m joining anyone at the moment, I’m just by myself and a mature couple look at me with interest, so I go over to them.

I think they were asking me my name, and I suddenly became excited and said it with fairly higher tone of voice. I think some random DCs turned around slightly to tell me to be quiet, so I whispered my name to them again.

They were shocked by me saying my name, and after that I couldn’t remember much.

Dream 2:

The dream scene is me in my Chemistry 111 Lab (I already took this class in waking life) and the environment was different. I could tell I was in my Chem Lab because I saw the TA (teacher’s assistant) that was in charge of this class.

There weren’t any vents that sucked up vapors and gases in this room; it was sort of a combination of my Biology 111 Lab with just long tables with stools to sit on.

I was with my Lab partner that I had in waking life in well, which made me assume I really was in my Chem Lab. We were doing a simple experiment, and it looked oddly familiar to the one we did in Biology 111 Lab.

(In waking life, we used beads and magnetic tips to imitate the process of the stages in Mitosis and Meiosis and all).



What we had to do in the dream was a little bit different. There were these fairly long pieces of beads or rings (most likely it was to represent a DNA strand or something like that) that were stuck together and we had to measure how long a portion of it was by clamping it on some wooden machine to hold it in place and measure it in inches.

The ruler that I was using to measure was light green (which is exactly the color of the ruler I have in waking life to do grid drawings of people with).



I started to measure the length of the series of beads or rings at 9 inches. Then as I go to 10 inches, there were some problems. The long chain of beads/rings’ end was a bit slanted, and the ruler looked a little bit weird, but I didn’t focus too much on it.



I just pretended that I was doing something serious while my partner did another experiment to be more efficient.

(In waking life, there were MORE girls in the class than boys) The girls asked my Lab partner if he could give them the answers to something, I don’t know what it was, but they seemed really desperate to get the answers.

After a while, he sighed, and said that he’ll give the answers to them. At this point, I think I turned around to see what was behind me, since I was focused on a narrow field of vision measuring this random piece of beads/ring chained together.

Behind me were more random DCs whose facial features I couldn’t recall, so I assumed they were more girls. One prominent DC I saw was another Black person in the class (I was the only black guy in the class in waking life). He was wearing glasses, and he was smiling, but I didn’t know who he was smiling at, me or the girls he was sitting with.

I assumed he was smiling at the girls, and he looked like the other black person I had for my Biochemistry Introductory course.

After, that I couldn’t remember anything else, other than my Chemistry TA being surprisingly cynical and mean to the students in the class. (She was a nice TA in waking life who knew what we’re going through because she’s a graduate herself).

Animals in the building

I am in a big building of some sort. On one floor, there are a whole lot of animals. It is like a pet store or a dog show. There is a short hallway, with one room containing the animals and a room behind a wall next to it where there are cages and a wide open space. This seems to be a kind of Green Room for the animals, I guess.

There are dogs in a small tubs on the floor, where people can pet them. The dogs are rather odd looking, like a cross between a dog and a ferret.

Somebody tells me to go to another floor. Their friend or relative is on floor 2, I believe. I am supposed to go to floor 2, walk straight down a hallway, make a left, and make a right and I will find him. Or something like that. I have a hard time following what the directions are.

I get to floor 2, which is rather chaotic. There are animals there, including a gorrilla, a cheeta, and a lion. There are people walking either on stilts or carrying people on their shoulders, so that they appear to be giants. Like you see sometimes at the fair or a circus. I follow the directions, but I can't find who I am looking for. I begin to think that the person I am looking for is a famous animal trainer or zookeeper. I go back to the elevator I came out of, and go the other direction down the hallway.

I come across a bench with about 5 or 6 dark skinned men of African desent sitting there waiting for something. Then a crowd of flashily dressed people flood the hallway (which was alread crowded with strangely dressed people). A parade is forming, with people in middle eastern/ancient Egyptian costumes carrying a large banner in the front. The parade is led by King David, who leads the parade singing praises to the Lord. Behind him are a lot of people carrying some kind of stretcher with food on it. Not wanting to be left out, I join the crowd and grab on to part of the stretcher. We advance down the hallway, and I notice a lot of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in front of me. I begin to eat one, although I notice that another person doesn't like something about how melty the chocolate chips are. I like that the best.

My focus has shifted to the cookies, and now comes back to my surroundings, which have changed. Instead of a parade I am now in my brother's house. Some family shows up and they go into the basement. I can hear partying going on but am preoccupied with something. Finally I get a chance to go down, but the part has mostly broken up. There are pieces of PVC pipe laying around, which apparently was part of something everyone was working on together. They were also listening to a rock and roll band, which is still playing, I think.

Phone call

My family and I are getting ready to go on vacation somewhere. I am going to spend a night somewhere to the south of us, having some obligation. It's a bit fuzzy here, and I'm not sure but it seems like I shouldn't go on vacation but am skipping some other obligation to do so.

We are outside and my cell phone rings. It is a lady that I am aquainted with, but don't know too well. I don't know why she would be calling me. I answer the phone, but the voice is too garbled to understand. She repeats her message, but I still can't understand her so I laugh and hang up.

I was sitting in my room, studying for a test and I had lit some candles witch I had decorated with moss since it is Christmas and all. Kind of like this:


The test was a vocabulary test and there was one word I just couldn't get right. It was really frustrating, I wrote it down again and again but I still spelled it wrong.
Suddenly I started to smell smoke. The candles had burned down and the moss had caught on fire. It was burning too much to be realistic, cause the candle holder was really small and I hadn't used that much moss, but I didn't think about that at the time.

I started to panic because it is never a good thing when things are burning in your room, so I picked up the burning moss with my hands (not the smartest thing to do but I was really panicking) and I tried to throw it out the window. However, the window was locked and I couldn't open it no matter how hard I pushed, so I tried to break the glass instead. That did not work either, because the glass was really hard, kind of like a stone wall and I couldn’t break it.
My hands was hurting a lot since I was holding that burning moss but I couldn't put it down either so I held on to it anyway. You would think that it had burned out by now, but it hadn't, it was burning more and now the curtains caught on fire as well. I remember thinking 'this is not good at all' and then I woke up. Lol, I hate dreaming.

I'm viewing this nuclear facility from a third person perspective, and realise it's in Nazi Germany. I start to panic, and realise that if I don't do something they'll end up taking over and I won't be able to stop them. As I think this everything changes so it looks more like a video game, and some kind of interface appears over my vision. I decide to launch a missile at the nuclear facility itself - I do so, and it disappears into a cloud of flames.

I'm back to the lecture theatre where I was in the previous dream. It's now all blackened, and bits of smoke and char are floating round everywhere. I suddenly feel really guilty and realise that something went horribly wrong, and we probably won't be able to have the ball here tonight. I realise that there's probably radiation hanging around, and decide that I need to get out quickly.

I remember feeling very guilty about something else in this dream before nuclear striking my lecture theatre, but I can't remember what. Also, Nazis with nukes? Dream brain fails at history...

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a living room with a couple people I knew. One of them may have been my mother. I sat on the couch, which was positioned, it seems, in the middle of the living room, so that I was looking, to my left, into a hallway.

Somebody just next to me, on my left. This person may have been my mother. Another woman walked up to us and sat on a wooden chair that was just beside the couch. The woman was really tall and skinny, with pale skin and dark red hair. I was really attracted to her.

The woman started talking to the other person on the couch about how she'd met some guy she really liked. The guy was really sensitive and caring, and he always knew the right thing to do for the woman, or the right thing to give the woman.

This whole time, the woman may have been looking at me. The woman may have thought, in the past, that I liked her. She may have liked me as well. But I had been so ambiguous with her that she had finally given up on me. But it seeemed like even now, talking about this guy, she thought there was hope for her and me.

But the woman was still talking about the guy. She said the guy had brought her a cake the other day. The woman said the cake was a special kind of cake, something like a wedding cake. But it had blue frosting instead of white. The only white was the trim. I saw the cake in my mind's eye. It was actually pretty beautiful.

As the woman spoke about this cake, her eyes lit up, and I could tell that she really did think the man was romantic.

Dream #2

I walked into a movie theatre. The theatre was kind of small and a little bit worn-out looking. But it had stadium seating and big, cushiony chairs.

The movie was just about to start. But everybody was just filing in. Everybody here was really old and a little bit eccentric or crazy. Everybody also seemed to know each other. They were all talking with each other easily, asking about their lives.

I went to a seat a couple rows back from the front, toward the right wall of the theatre. As I was getting ready to sit down, a very pretty, professional-looking woman sat in the row behind me. Some of the people seemed to know her, though not so well, and they greeted her.

The woman seemed to be attracted to me. I was attracted to her. But I was too shy to try to flirt with her. But we may have spoken a bit, maybe about the film's director, about whom the woman didn't know very much.

The movie, or the previews, may now have been beginning. I was getting ready to sit down in the chair. But I suddenly realized that the seats in front of me had such tall backs that once I sat in my own chair, the back of the seat in front of me would be blocking half my view of the screen!

I realized this was because the ramping upward of the stadium seating didn't begin until one or two rows behind where I was right now. So I figured I'd move back a couple of rows. But I didn't want to move back behind the woman. This might make her feel like I was trying to avoid her. I definitely wasn't.

The woman, who may now have been sitting with her husband: a man about fifty or sixty years old -- and who herself may now have been about fifty or sixty years old -- asked me if my seat was alright.

I didn't want to look like I was picky about my seats. So I said my seat was alright. To get a full view of the screen I just sat on the arm of the seat, instead of sitting in the actual seat. The arm of the seat had had its cushioning torn off, and it was just a ridged, black rectangle of metal, about the size of a brick.

The movie began. It may have been from the 1970s. The opening scene may have been very colorful, with titles in lavender lettering flashing on the screen. There was also a narrator who spoke either in French (while English subtitles ran across the bottom of the screen) or in English with a French accent.

Dream #3

It was the time of the U.S. Civil War. A man from the Southern states had decided that the cause of the South was unjust. He decided he was going to stand against the South's decision to enter into war.

The man was white, tall, pale-skinned, bald on most of his head, but with unruly, long, red-brown hair along the sides and back of his head, and a long, kind of thin, red-brown beard. He wore a military uniform, it seemed to me, of a very dark blue color (which would be funny, if he was in the South *and* against the war).

The man's community decided to turn against him. I could hear a group of older men, probably about the man's age and older, conspiring against the man.

As I heard the men speak, my view became a bird's eye view of a modern-day warehouse, or a really big garage for semi-trucks. It was a sunny day. The big garage was beige-walled and brown-roofed, and seemed to be made all out of sheet metal.

The conspiring men were saying something like, "There's two kinds of people in the South: the yas'sahs, and the no'sahs." (Which meant "yes sirs," and "no sirs.") "The yas'sahs are on our side. The no'sahs are against us. And this man is a no'sah. If he isn't a no'sah, he's a friend of the no'sahs. And it's time we taught him a lesson."

The doors of the big garage opened, and three vehicles drove out of it. These vehicles seemed to have the rectangular shape of semi-trucks, but the size of garbage trucks. But they were all a dull, silvery grey, featureless, and smooth-looking, as if they were all built in one piece, except along the edges, which seemed to be barred with chrome tubing.

These trucks were made for causing trouble for people who were on the side of the no'sahs. They would go to the locations where the individual no'sah either lived or worked, and do something malicious to him, his living space, his work space, or his vehicle.

Each person had something different done to him. I can't remember what the first bad thing done was. But it involved the vehicle removing a part of its body, like it was just an outer shell, and causing that thing to transform into some means of destruction.

After that, either one or all three of the trucks went to a parking lot that held a few trailer-less semi-trucks. One of the vehicles now took off its "shell" and transformed it. It transformed into something that looked like a second front for one of the semi-trucks.

The shell was a pale silver-grey, and it didn't fit onto the semi-truck very well. It kind of sat diagonally. But this was intentional. The shell was supposed to block the truck driver's view so he would get into a wreck.

The truck driver now appeared. I don't know whether he was aware of the shell. But he drove the truck anyway. He backed his truck out of the parking space. Immediately he noticed troubles with his field of view, and also possibly with the actual ability of the truck to drive.

But the truck driver, clunking and chugging forward, barely seeing anything, decided he'd do the best he could. He drove out onto a street that was so packed with cars it was almost at a standstill. Tall buildings crowded over both sides of the street.

The truck driver was in a tight space, and he could barely see. But he knew these streets well, and he decided he'd just drive by instinct. If he trusted his instincts, based on his memory of the streets, he could get through anything.

And he was doing well. He turned right around of corner and disappeared out of my field of view.

I caught a glimpse of a sign over a shop on the corner of the street. The sign was made out of some kind of turquoise-painted, ridged steel. There were big, white letters on the sign. It gave the name of some bank, I think, Mc-----. I recognized the bank and the sign as being key landmarks for anybody familiar with this town.

I now knew that I was watching a movie. I thought to myself that the film makers had done a good job of giving an idea of what city this truck driver was in. They didn't put too much detail into it: just enough to give people a sense of the place, by using broad, general landmarks.

The movie scene changed, showing the effect of the attacking trucks on another person. The scene showed a female news reporter, speaking to the camera, giving a special report from one of the city's streets.

The view was from the news camera's point of view. But the camera view was really low, like the cameraman was in the street and crouched down really far. The news woman kept walking, sidestepping, along the sidewalk, while addressing the camera.

I knew that the trucks had attacked another man by making him crazy. He was a kind of tall, skinny white guy with frizzy brown hair and a kind of balding forehead. But he had now gone crazy, and he was running through a park (Central Park?) naked, possibly giving his money away.

The news woman was reporting on the man. But, like everybody else, she didn't know anything about why this man had gone crazy. She was just reporting that this man was dangerous. Apparently there was a risk that this man would attack people and take their money.

And now the news woman was interviewing a woman who had been attacked by the man. The woman had apparently agreed to the interview. But now she was just walking as she was talking. She was walking faster than the news woman, like she just wanted to get away from her.

The woman was white, with blonde-brown hair, fair skin, and blue-green eyes. She wore a grey sweater, and she had a green sweater wrapped around her shoulders. She also wore tight blue jeans.

The news woman asked the woman how the crazy man's attack had affected her. The woman replied that the man had taken everything she'd had on her. The news woman asked what this meant for the woman. The woman could only reply, "I'm done. I'm done."

The woman had now gotten far enough away from the news woman that the news woman stopped following her. The news woman had, apparently, stopped walking.

But the camera was no longer focused on her. Instead, it was focused on the window of a Sony store. The window was black, except for a big flat-screen TV that was showing colorful imagery.

The news woman explained that what the woman meant by, "I'm done, I'm done," was that she was completely broke. She had no money left, and she had been unemployed for a long time. She couldn't survive in the city anymore. She'd probably have to go back home.

Dream #4

An older man and his middle-aged son were sitting, apparently, in an airplane. But this airplane was more like a private airplane than a commercial one. The two men sat on a bench-like seat against the wall of the plane. Their backs were to a long but short window.

The son, who was a tiny bit overweight and had a white beard and white hair, was playing with an iPad. The father, who was very skinny, clean shaven, and had his white hair in a short, square haircut, had a bunch of newspapers on his lap.

The father addressed a camera (my view). The father said, "You know, I like the iPad. And it gives me... about... ten percent of my news for the day. But for the rest of my news, I still trust the newspaper more. Why, look at this!"

The father opened up the newspaper and began flipping through it, illustrating how easy it was for him to find the news he was looking for in all the right places. But as he was doing this, the newspaper got more and more jumbled up.

In the meantime, the son, who kept trying to get the father's attention, was scrolling really quickly through all the news, apparently on the New York Times app for the iPad.

The father was now trying to illustrate how easy it was to find something like stuff to buy from a store, or movie times, or stuff to buy out of classified ads. But he was getting really frustrated, because he couldn't actually find anything.

In the meantime, the son had found exactly what the father had been looking for on a website like a mix between the New York Times and Amazon.com. He was scrolling down to the exact thing the father wanted, and clicking on it to buy it.

As the father was getting really frustrated with the newspaper, the son called out something like, "About to buy it, right now!"

The father stopped talking and looked at the iPad. The camera view closed in on the iPad. The son seemed to be looking at a list of books. He tapped on what he wanted.

But the son wanted three of this item. So he had to click on a special word, in a three- or four-line-long list of words. As he did this, he said, "Now, let's see here. What's that process called again? Ah... filchering."

The son clicked on "filchering" and bought three items of the product his father wanted. The father was amazed! That was so fast! The father said, "Why, with that machine, you can buy things so much faster than you can buy things with a newspaper!"

The son, as the father spoke, was just smiling at the father with a weird, open-mouthed, fat-tongued expression, like a panting dog would give its master, not for being good, but for doing something really annoying.

This was one giant amalgamation of a couple dreams that took place in some area.

City and Grasslands
There was plenty of green grass and had many cliffs with waterfalls. It seemed to me like a Garden of Eden in a sense because of it lushness. There was a city that I explored too. It was like a cross between an old tribal village with the use of sticks for bridges and supports, and a scrapyard town since the buildings used scrap metal to support them. I don't remember what my purpose was over there, all I know is that I was exploring it

Above Ground Crypts
Even though it was the same dream, the dream plot changed dramatically before returning to me just wandering. I found these tombs that were built above ground and began exploring them. As I was doing so, a few random dream characters came out of nowhere and joined me in my exploration. The viewing angle changed too since it was more in 3rd person perspective rather than 1st. I somehow knew, that at the right moment the tombs would burst open with the deceased and attack us all. But before that happened, it changed from exploring the tombs, to now trying to create a game. The view then shifted to an isometric perspective. Oddly enough, the entire place was now destructible, and a bunch of explosions happened destroying the crypts. After that happened, everything resorted back to it's original state and a couple of dream characters joined me as I explored the area again. I think our last decision was to head back to the city, but the dream changed scenes.

Breaking the Rules
I was in a car with a random woman driving me around. As she was nearing a street, she said she needed to go to some salon. The problem was, was that she would have to make a time consuming U-turn since it was a one-way street heading against the direction we were traveling in. So to solve this problem, she decided to travel against traffic to save time. As she was doing so, I remember freaking out over it since we came a few times to hitting a couple cars head on. She, on the other hand, was as calm as can be and said she'd done it many times before. She got to the salon and the dream ended

Conclusion
Dream recall is pretty good. Like I said, I just need to work more on reality checking. Happy dreaming!

DJ Log: December 15, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am browsing through some boxes of records at a small record store in the mall. I find a couple of 5-LP sets that I like so I carry then over to the counter and pick up a shopping basket. Near the counter, the sales guy is in an argument with two guys about messing up his display. It looks like they may have knocked over a shelf, as there are CDs all over the floor.

I go back to the record display and dig around a bit more. I pick up a Kruder and Dorfmeister record sleeve and look inside to see that there is actually a CD in there. I quickly put it back on the shelf, then I notice that there are other boxes of records under the display that are quite disorganized. I sit down on the floor and dig through one of the boxes. While digging, one of the employees comes up to me and asks, “Can I help you find anything?” I reply, “I'm just browsing around. Thanks.” I pick up a box of 7” records to find another box under it. They kind of look like 78's, but they are only about 4” (10cm) in diameter. The employee sees me looking at these and asks, “Would you like to play any of those? There is a special player.”

He walks into the back room, then returns with a large, heavy box. He pulls out what looks like a record player without the platen on it. He plugs it in and turns it on. The shaft in the center starts to spin and he tells me to stick one of those small records on there. I look back at the box of small records, and they have all turned into wooden disks which are half-spherical in shape, perhaps like a half of a coconut shell, with a metal ring in the center which has some serrated edges on it. I pick one up and look at it strangely, then look at this player which he brought out. He says, “Just put it on and it will play.” I place one of these things on the spindle and it spins a half turn, then flops over to the side and makes a nasty scraping sound. Being disappointed with the sound, I pick up the wooden thing and put it back in the box. I tell the guy, “I'll just stick with the regular records, thanks.”

I walk away, then see a couple other people looking through some records on a table. The table is inside an aluminum and glass box which looks like a large phone booth, or perhaps a bus stop shelter. As soon as I get inside the box, the door closes behind me. A young Asian girl looks through the glass and says, “auto wash.” I try to open the door, but it is locked from the outside. Suddenly, water starts spraying all over me as if I am inside a dishwasher. I pull my phone out of my pocket and it shorts out and smokes a bit, then I drop it on the floor. I step back and try to bully my way through the door, but it won't budge. I turn around and run into the glass as hard as I can, and find myself laying on the floor outside the box.

I stand up and notice that I have immediately dried off. I look up and two guys are giving me a weird look. I look back at my clothes, then lift my arms and look at my hands. Becoming a bit suspicious, I look back at the guys and they have a terrified look on their face. I look at my hands again and become lucid. I look back at the two guys and they are stepping backwards, staring at me with terrified looks on their faces. I take a step toward them and say, “You can't fool me, I'm fucking dreaming. You missed your chance to prove otherwise.” I jump up and down and say, “Look ma, I'm fucking dreaming! Yay! Ain't this cool?”

Becoming bored with this scene, I decide to fly out through the wall and see what's on the other side. I levitate off the ground and those two guys run away as fast as they can. I look at the curtain covering a window and say, “This looks like a good spot.” I fly into the window and pass through without resistance. On the other side is the main corridor of the shopping mall. I continue flying and pass through the next wall which leads out to the street.

Once outside, I stop flying and settle onto the ground. I walk along for a bit, watching as everyone stops whatever they're doing, looks at me with a startled look, then scatters like roaches. Once I get around the corner, the DCs are not reacting as strangely. I walk along for a bit and enter a train station. The lines at the counter are long, so I reach into my pocket and summon a ticket. I pull out a ticket that says, ”Free ride anywhere you want” and then I proceed through the building and out into the terminal.

When I enter the terminal, I spot Oneironaut Zero standing near a light pole with a couple other guys. O is wearing a rainbow hat just like mine. I walk up to him and say, “I love that hat!” He laughs a bit, then continues talking with the other guys, so I start to walk away. As I turn, He says, “Hey, Jim. Sorry, I was deep in thought. You might want to watch this.” I turn around and walk back up to him to see that one of the other guys is lighting up a bowl. The guy takes a hit, then passes it to me. I fire it up, then suddenly wake up.

..ok, so tonight, I'm not going to say it, I'm going to actually DO it, and just let SP happen when it does.

I'm SO sick and tired of losing all those chances for a LD just out of fear for Hypnagogia. It's MY dreamworld, and in there, I AM GOD!

I get into SP spontaneously pretty much every night, but the prospect of perceiving things that aren't really there is SO disturbing to me that I avoid it like the plague.

I've let it happen once, and had a full LD, so I seriously don't get where my fear still comes from today. It was totally fine, not scary and the dream was awesome.

So I'm just going to let it happen tonight. Period. End of story.

I remember playing against some kid in Marvel vs. Capcom and losing! I had Spider-man and Captain Commando...but both of my characters were different. Like a 2099 version of themselves. Anyway....I tried selecting some other characters and noticed the roster was full of random cats I saw.

I also remember getting a haircut, at the barbershop. I had a hard time scraping together enough money for it. Then I was walking along the beach but it was crazy. It was like I could see directly into reefs and all the life swimming in it. What makes it odder is the mother from Two and a Half Men was there. There was this one fish that was almost completely flat and it had the ability to shape shift. At one point it had frog legs, and a rabbits head, and it kept switching to weird variations.