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So the dream I had last night was a little weird, I remember it switching settings a lot. I was first at a friends house with some friends and this girl whom I had a fling with a couple years back. We talked everything was good then all of the sudden I was at a pool and swimming with a bunch of friends. I remember some other things but they are very hazy.

Last night my dream was actually a bit unsettling. In it, I watched as an utility pole came undone outside my house and landed on top of Karen Carpenter...yes, that Karen Carpenter. I was unable to move as poor Karen was electrocuted. She even blew apart into separate parts, right in the middle of the road.

I ran to my grandma's house and started freaking out. My whole family was there, but no one seemed upset that a 70s legend was lying dead and mutilated in the street. I looked outside to check on her. Her brother (I think his name is Richard?) was by her body, sobbing. It was heartwrenching, man.

I've noticed that a new recurring theme in my dreams has been people not hearing me or not caring when something happens that I consider important. I'm not sure if or how this applies to my waking life, but it's interesting to notice.

A few nights ago, I was able to remember two separate dreams I had in one night, separated by a sort of mini-dream, like an intermission. It was neat.

The first dream involved some sort of scavenger hunt with my friends. We got lost in an indoor pool area...somehow.

Then my dream shifted immediately to my friends and I listening to music, and my friends aren't able to remember the title or singer of the song we were hearing. It was "Forever and Ever Amen" by Randy Travis, and I told them that, but they didn't believe me.

This somehow segued into another dream. I opened a door and was in a movie theater with just my friends. We watched a really miserable movie about a construction worker and his pickup truck, and it was so bad we started yelling and making fun of it. Basically we made our own Mystery Science Theater 3000.

Oh, and I recalled a dream I had during a power-nap at work: It wasn't much, but in my dream I was a child standing in the middle of a country road wit a group of other children. there was a loud deep voice coming from somewhere (maybe the sky?) saying "I'm warning you..." over and over again. We were all a bit scared.

A lot of interesting dreams lately.

Slept: 2:34 a.m.
Method:
- Intention: "I will remember my dream"
- Alarm 4, 6.5, 7 (should be 4.5, 6, 7.5, but I forgot), which makes it 0630, 0800, 0930.

Dream:

~0630:

Moki. Village. (unreadable scribbles)

0803:

Silay. People. Running. Everything is jumbled. Trees. Caroling.

- The world was ending or being taken over by these evil beings. I switched perspective a couple times to different people. First I was in a room with a time bomb and a couple other people, we had some sort of plan we were supposed to carry out. But there was a false fire alarm, and they all ran out and left me locked inside. It was a small room high up in a castle with a table, a bit of other furniture, a rug, and one open window. The bomb had a bit over 2 minutes left.

I looked out the window and saw the ground far below. I was directly above the front door. There were people flying everywhere as well as colourful magic swirling around. I saw my mom on the ground and yelled to her. She didn't hear me, and I yelled again. She looked up. I asked her if I could drop the bomb right down outside the window, because there was no one directly below me and I would die soon otherwise. She said no. I was like "okay...I love you...?" She turned away without speaking.

I laid face down on the floor, figuring it would explode any second. I was debating with myself whether it would be better to lay very close to the bomb or as far away as I could. I ended up settling around the middle. I knew in the back of my mind that I would switch to another person's perspective once I died, but I was hoping it wouldn't hurt too much. After laying there for a bit it didn't do anything, so I kind of forced it with my mind. I imagined the timer counting down the last couple seconds, then it exploded. I was flung through the air, through the wall and outside. I wanted to die on impact so I sort of forced it again by imagining myself smashing into the ground really hard. I felt a crunch but it didn't hurt.

Then I found myself in a room in a house with 2 rows of folding chairs against one wall that was supposedly like a ghetto movie theatre. I was with a couple people, and knew we'd been brought together because we'd all been hurt badly by this evil guy and forced to get high which was bad for some reason. We might have also been toys. There was a sort of Toy Story theme going on with this section. Anyway, others kept coming to us that he hurt as well. A talking baby came in. We had to go to her room nearby for some reason, and on the way she was asking if we were actually bad. I said no. Her room was very pink and dimly lit. We sat on the floor for a while and I comforted her, then carried her back to the chair room. There was some sort of discussion about getting a good seat jokingly, and someone said all the seats were bad.


- I had something wrong with my stomach or something and had to get some kind of surgery. While I was under anaesthetic I had a weird dream (in the dream) then woke up kind of disoriented and it was done. I had to take it easy for a while because it was sore, and also it made me suddenly gain 25 pounds. I looked in the mirror, I was wearing a yellow tank top and PJ pants (same as I went to bed in) but was quite a bit bigger, more than 25lbs bigger I'd say. I still remember the feeling, it felt really odd since I've always been around the same size. I was unhappy and thought of the upcoming lolita meet.

I'm very happy today - I get to update my LD count to 6. It was very short and remembered it when I woke up from it, but didn't write it down, because I was trying to WILD for 3 hours and this LD happend in a micro sleep somewhere in a midle of my effort. Then I forgot about it and I just remembered it almost 4 hours later. Imagine my surprise and my happiness

I slept from 12:30 am till 6:10am, got up for an hour and went back to bed to WILD.

So I'm walking down this town. It's an older, european town, especially to church tower I can see in the distance. I'm walking on a street level, but I see the town as a big 3D map, kinda in an angle infront of me. Then I think to myself that I would see better from birds eye view and raise my arms like a superman and without any effort I take off at an angle and fly over this town at very comfortable, leisurly pace. When I get up there, the beauty of the towns strikes me and I'm telling myself "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming" and feel the excitement build. [realized I'm dreaming while flying]

Then I woke up and continued my effort to recreate yesterday's incredible morning with great WILD elements.

[I have been playing GTA and I have been dreaming GTA for almost every night, but can't recall any specifics, untill today - I had a family business - ambulance services]- this was before my WBTB.

After WBTB - I was on a pleasure boat ride, that looked more like a simple fishing boat for 3-4 people, when we noticed it's filling up with water. Nobody got worried, but we started to make "floaties" for kids from pieces of wood and string. Then we realized, they are heavy and took them off to be used more as a flotation device - the one you just grab onto. Suddenly the boat is bigger and I'm still inside, just now making my way out and as I do, I can feel the boat is tilting more and more. I'm not worried, I know I'll get out ok and no one else was left inside, so I don't feel bad.

I had another topless dream last night where I was not wearing a shirt but holding an armful of paper towels in front of me to cover myself. Yeah...if I would just remember to RC I would double the rate of my LDs.

I had some vampire dreams last night. My memory is bad. But I remember one guy who was a vampire liked me and wanted to have a relationship. He seemed to be a fairly nice guy, as far as vampires went. But I was the Slayer. The guy was so incredibly charming. But it was my duty to kill him. What to do....

Another dream....some guy on a broomstick was trying to attack me. But I was pretending that I thought he was my best friend. It seemed to throw him off. At the end of this dream I was flying around and laying on the celing of this indoor stadium place.

I had another vampire dream. It was the one where I was topless. I don't remember details, except there was another nice looking charming guy who was a vampire.

The first normal dream was with me participating in a running contest around a track, and it was pretty fun. I took first place.

In the second dream, me and my uncle were in a car, I was driving. We were on a road trip to Britain. It was a really cool dream, so many sights to see. Once we reached Britain I had to switch my car to the wrong side of the road, silly English laws. Soon after we ended up going to Iceland, and there we saw a sign "8km to Indonesia" so we went there. We passed great mountains and huge waterfalls.
In Indonesia, I saw a bar. We both went inside and I ordered a shot of whiskey and the "bar's special tart" which was a small pastry filled with whipped cream and berries. It cost 50€.
The bar's owner left and ran to a nearby hill, where he met up with some guerrillas who outfitted two cars with miniguns and rocket launchers. They came back together and told us that we were hostages.
The bar was at the edge of a lake. Two helicopters came flying towards us on the lake, they wanted to save us from the Indonesian guerrillas. The bartender said "Minigun #1, aim and fire!" One of the miniguns turned and started blasting the helicopters, I saw the co-pilot take a hit and die, and the helicopters also fired at the guerrillas. Both helicopters ended up crashing in the lake and one of the minigun jeeps was destroyed.
Then one of the guerrillas shouted, "Is that a P-51?" I looked at the sky and there was a P-51 fighting with a jet aircraft, it was really vivid too like the rest of the dream. They did loops and turns and scissors and barrel rolls trying to shoot eachother down, eventually the jet fighter (looked like a P-38 with jets instead of propellors) managed to shoot the P-51 as it stalled.
And I woke up.

Jag är i ett medeltida ställe och n¨gon vill visa mig en grej, vid en damm i en stad. Där sitter tre människor och den ena säger något om aids och fisk. De försöker fånga. Jag är en wood elf. Sen kollar jag på från sidan- Dyker ner i vattnet och en av människorna är gamla. I vattnet flyter det runt tre huvuden. Jag/bosmern förvandlar ansiktena till unga, ocg de som fångars ansikten också. Det är deras fruar som dött som flyter rrunt där. Mannen som dykt ner under ytan ser förvånad ut. Men jag dödar honom med magin. Nu är jag en iakttagare. Mördaren reser sig ur vattnet och börjar springa i turbo fart. Men en annan person kan också göra det och jagar. Bort i skogen, den jagade säger att han kan skogen. Up för ett stenigt berg. Jag stannar ich säger att jag är oskyldig för att ge lite tid. Hattmakaren sitter vid en smelter typ. Han har en liten hatt ich ett par små skor bredvid sig. Sen kommer fler folk. MOrgan Freeman i Robin Hood. Det spelar musik av Morgan och en till. Morgan Freeman spelar saxofonliknande instrument som låter annorlumda.

Teknik: Mild (wbtb genom mild)

Tid: 8.5 timmar (7 timmar plus 1.5)


Dröm:
Jag kollar på Linas blogg där hon skriver massa skit om mig, att jag itne är en man och så. EN buld på mig och WIlliam när vi var små på Borgis. Jag går til Anna och Pappa som kollar på Simpsons. I det avsnittet är Homer till en börja jättfet. Sen bygger två aliens en robotdräkt åt honom för att han sa vara starkast. Den är röd och gul. Han river massa byggnader i en stad hur enkelt som helst. Han försöker slå vad med en person om att riva en jättehög byggnad. Personen som äger den tycker att det är befängt. Nu har jag tagit Homers plats. Jag går in i byggnaden och börjar klättra på skåpen tills jag hittar en bättre väg. (Det är som ett high school inklusive elever) Lisa är tillsammans med en douchebag. Men hon kommer för att krama mig ändå. Jag säger att hon är gullig men hon säger att jag inte ska säga så, då kallar jag henne för ett ägg. Hnnes kille skrattar. Nåon, typ Barack Obama pratar om att fylla ut Sydamerika för att östkusten ska nå västkusten. Någon säger att inte alla nationer delar samma valuta är som ett parti finns i sjön. Nu gör jag och Lisa lite sexuella saker. Sen blir ajg inkastad på en toalett. Alla hurrar, Seth rogen tar min plats och får ett bj drömmen avslutas med något i stil med en ebskrivning hur han fick ett bj.


Anteckningar

I tried 1800mcg of vitamin B-12 before bed last night. However, I did not get to sleep until late, and I had to take other medication for a cough that I have. I only remember one dream, which was kind of vivid but my recall is poor.

Bleeding disease

I am watching some people doing something. One guy has a terrible disease, which is contageous. Still, he spends time with his wife, and other people. He and his wife are sitting at a table in a restaraunt, and the "camera" focuses on the wife. There is something significant about the way that she scratches her leg, and I realize that she is getting the disease. I then see the guy, who is bleeding from his mouth. His mouth is filling with blood, and I know that this is part of the disease. The disease causes people to bleed everywhere, until they dissolve and die. Where the woman is itching, I know that she will start bleeding.

In another scene, the man has gone to visit Sherlock Holmes. They are talking, and I think the man is now bleeding from his eyes. Holmes finds out what is going on, but is he able to stop it before he himself is killed? His fingers begin to itch, and soon he is bleeding from his fingertips.

I was flying on a sort of hover craft (accept for it had a propeller) and I was wearing a blue coat with a green scarf and some cut-offs. Apparently, mark zuckerberg had made this hover craft especially for me.
So I was flying, and then the propeller all of a sudden just fell right off and I began to fall. There was a big lake below me and I aimed for that.
When I hit the water, I lost my coat and all I had then was the shorts and the scarf.
I swam into shore and went into the nearest target.
Accept there was one issue: I had not been wearing a bra, so the scarf was all I had to cover up my top. I put that over my shoulders and had a part of the scarf covering each side of me.
Then I took a deep breath and went in the target and hoped no one I knew would be in there.
I went over to the clothes section and lots of people were staring at me. I reached into my pocket to see how much money I could spend when I realized that my wallet must have also fell into the water.
I now had no clothes options, so I went and locked myself in the bathroom for a few hours. While I was in the bathroom, I decided that this situation was a tad odd and did a dream check; but then I concluded that all was normal and well (!) and exited the bathroom.
I thought to myself that I had to think rationally here: just go to customer service, and they'll understand and help me out!
But when I got to customer service and told them my story, they laughed, called me a hooker, and kicked me out of the target and said that whores are not welcome at that establishment.
This made me pissed off and I stole target's giant water heater and walked home with it.

And then I woke up.

In which C shows me the gold he has purchased...

We are in the bedroom of C's old apartment discussing inflation and the corruption of banks. C tells me that he has started purchasing gold. He steps into his closet and pulls out an old game of Pente, still rolled up in its cardboard tube. He pops it open and lets a purple plush drawstring bag slide out. He spills the contents out on the bed. They are the same size and shape as typical Pente game pieces, but upon looking closer, I see that they are actually small gold nuggets.

"When I have enough, I'm going to melt them down and form a golden tiara. That's when I'll know I can retire."

Post Apocalypse
Recall: 7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

Some friends and I are walking along the beach, which is littered with small blowholes that vent clouds of acidic steam. We have to be careful not to get hit by them or breath in the acid. A little reptile runs up to a blowhole with what looks like a blue crystal carrot in it's mouth. It dips the crystal carrot into a blowhole so the acidic steam will erode the hard outer layers so it can eat the nutritious inside, and pull is out just before the acidic steam blasts him. It keeps doing this, but finally gets blasted by an unexpected steam blast which kills it. It's body is absorbed almost instantly into the ground and some mushrooms grow where the body was.

The mushrooms are dangerous because the attract poisonous predators who eat them. We try to avoid the mushrooms as best as possible, but come across a section that is thick with them. We run across quickly with no causalties.

We come to the land of the tank people, who capture us. In this post apocalyptic world, they have built their camp at an old tank base. They lead us through a building and point our a trio of super tanks that no longer run, and tell us their history. These people only have a handful of lesser tanks that still run.

Once of the guys with me says he can fix the biggest tank and get it running again, so we sneak off and repair it. We use it to fire a shell at a neighboring settlement with whom these people are at war with, which triggers a final battle. Our captors win, and since we were responsible for their victory, they allow us to stay with them freely.

We are in a mall with several food stalls. Some of them have a single glass of beer, and I gather as many beers as I can. Then I find out later they all had working taps to dispense beer. I see Jason sitting at a table, and he spills his beer on Andrew, who gets mad. The spill was sort of but not really my fault, since it wouldnt have happened if I didn't talk to Jason, so I take the blame before he beats Jason senseless.

I decide to leave the tank people and end up where the schools were in my hometown. There was a bar/restaurant nearby, and I head there hoping to scavenge some food, but when I arrive, it's pretty bombed out and there are mad max looking kids all over. I find a broken knife blade, attach it to a metal pole and make a nice spear.

Some guy with a big wolf come, and all the kids scatter. The wolf man is killing them all. I run for some mansions on the hill which seem pretty intact, and wonder why nobody is living there. When I arrive, I see about a dozen heads on the ground, all fused together and still alive, guarding the area.

Well, I'm getting back into lucid dreaming. For now I am only able to just dream. But the story continued from the night before! How strange?

The dream is very vivid, I wake up from a bed were I am on a air mattress with the cast from "The Middle" and a social worker comes round to tell us that all the kids including myself should have there own rooms and should not be sleeping in the living room/lounge. The mother from the middle explains that we've just moved in and it's only temporary. The Social worker is all fine with it then suddenly I get given a document that states the social workers salary. It's $5 million but it's a contract for 28 years.. So she only get's paid that amount for 28 years. So it's not really a lot. The social worker tells me how she hates her job and she is trapped. The dream fades...

Then I am in a new dream scape and I am with a cast member from a show in my mind called "How I met your mother" The guy is blonde and is telling me how he is gay and how he regrets coming out gay because it's harder for him to get work. Why my mind named and created a random show "How I met your mother" is really strange to me. What I thought was strange is how everything was american even though I am from England.

The last dream is of the alien and this is part 2!
I meet a alien called A.I he is friendly and his species is at war with another race in the galactic community. I know I am powerful because he kinda knows I am a God of a planet in this universe. I do not control the entire universe, Just a solar system I believe. Well that's the impression I got anyway.

We get hit by a missile in space and the shit gets blown pretty bad but we're okay. Then I realise this shiny thing on the floor, Like liquid metal. He tells me it's a drone from the other galactic race. The drone moulds into a robotic thing. And attacks us. But my wrist has a weapon on it and I fire at the foreign alien robot thing. A.I says: "We have to catch up with our other ship, The aliens are after it and it will be destroyed!"

A.I tells me telepathically "The aliens have destroyed our other ship, When you dream again, we're going to there planet to kill them!"

This is what A.I looks like exactly. Bellow.