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I dreamed that it was the start of the school year and I was supposed to pick up my class schedule and then start going to classes, but I had lost my keys and key card and I needed the card to get into my classrooms. I started looking for it, and for some reason it was dark outside even though it was morning. I reach into my pocket to see if my card is there, but it is not. My keys are in there, though. I decide to go to my dorm room to look for my key card. I enter the dorm building and find my room. I go in using my keys, and find my roommate from last year standing there instead of who I'll actually be rooming with. Seeing my old roommate struck me as really odd, and I was thinking, "how can this be possible," but he said something about having signed up as my roommate again. I was fine with having him again, so I stopped worrying about how it had happened. We had a huge, long, room, about the size of three hotel rooms all lined up in a row. On the left were the beds, and on the right were a bunch of drawers. Everything was wooden, including the floors, and dusty/old. There was a wraparound window running from about halfway down the right wall to about halfway down the back wall. I looked out it, and it was bright outside. I looked at the clock to see how this was possible, and it was 10-something. I thought that it was probably the tinting of the windows that caused the difference in brightness. I decided to look through the dresser and see if my card was in there. I opened the top three drawers, but they all had my roommate's clothes in them. He had left the bottom two drawers for me. While I was searching the drawers, Christian came in. We said hi to him, and then I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I opened it and looked at all the cards. None of them looked like my key card except for one. I tried to pull it out to get a better look, but it was really hard to pull out. I finally got it, and it was a gift card instead of my key card, but I was still pretty excited because I had pulled it out successfully. We were all laughing, and I looked at the clock. It was 11:21. I was thinking that I probably had a morning class, which meant either that I had already missed it or it was still going. I decided just to go to class and hope someone would let me in. My roommate and I tried to talk in Chinese but we didn't know any words, so we started laughing again. We started walking outside, and ran into my roommate's friend, only he called him his little brother. Then we went to my roommate's car to get his keys. I got in the passenger side and reached across to pull his keys out of the ignition. My roommate and Christian were following along. They were laughing about something, and my roommate says, "That's bad." I say, "Simpsons bad?" He says, "Yeah." and we laugh even more because that was funny for some reason. I turn the key and pull it out.


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There were so many places in this dream where I should've done a reality check, but my brain just rationalized it every time. Any tips for how to get better at this?

The dream started out with me in school, going outside after testing for some recess, or something. Afterwards, a few of the ‘gangsters’ arrived and began to mock me alongside Spencer. Spencer was reluctant to do so, and in the end, we ended up sharing our M&Ms, which were somehow enough to make a pile that took up the entire mulch box. Daniel began playing in the sea of M&Ms as we talked.
After school, I went on a drive home and two other cars came up next to me. One had some random girl with glasses and a book. The other, had Dasha. I didn’t understand what was going on, so I drove on. The drive became a chase, and suddenly we were crashing through Whippoorwill Lane. It was crazy; as we were driving, some man was speaking in my head about how all the cars he sells to people end up crashing on that road.
“I must kill the ladybug,” Dasha says during a cinematic cutscene. For some reason, I cared about this ladybug, so I got the book all of a sudden and drove as fast as possible to Dasha’s house. Crashing off of Whippoorwill, somehow, there was a luxurious gated community of long pools that separated the houses. Everyone was in swimming suits, talking about stocks and the like. I ran past them into Dasha’s house. Once I arrived though, I heard a voice.
“Ah, welcome.” I whip around to see that it was someone who looked a lot like Nancy Grace, probably taking on the role of Dasha’s mother. I gave a quick smile then darted up stairs to be greeted by another voice.
“Hey, Desmond.” It was her father. I held onto the scaffolding. He had shortly cut grey hair, a stout body, vest, moustache and glasses to boot. “Do you know how to dance?” He swiveled his hips.
I shook my head and moved to the nearest hallway. Another surprise. Erik, Nicholas and Warren were already there.
“Why are you so hesitant to going up the stairs, Desmond?” her father queried.
Warren spoke for me. “He’s a nerd. He doesn’t know what to do at a girl’s house.”
We continued into Dasha’s bedroom and looked all over the place for the ladybug. During our search, I told the three about all of my experiences today; the M&Ms, the car chase. Nicholas stared at me, surprised. “So, when you were backing out of the parking lot, did you look over your right or left shoulder?”
“My right,” I replied. “Why?”
“Oh, good; if it had been your left, you’d have died.”
Somehow after that comment, we had gotten onto the roof, still searching. I jumped down and re-entered the house.
“Welcome, my daughter!” Oh no. She’s here. I ran and hid inside her bedroom, awaiting her. The sounds that ensued next will puzzle me to no end. There were water balloons hitting the floor and handheld massaging devices going off, causing shrieks of joy downstairs. Once the sounds ended, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I prepared myself. Dasha jumped into the room and stared at me. She wasn’t surprised.
“I’m here to stop you from killing that ladybug,” I told her.
She shrugged. “No one can stop me. By the way, what happened to that book you had?”
I had lost the book, somehow. I nervously strutted around. “Well, you see- Wait,” I thought again. “Why do all of this for a ladybug?”
“It wasn’t a ladybug.” After that, I woke up.

I am waiting with my friend Marek and Martin at a train station. But there are no trains coming. Then eventually some train comes. I realize that we are there to take some training in coffee making (this must be reflection from the previous day experience from caffe Nero, where Melissa and I were served coffee that looked nothing like on the menu picture). The training is taking place in one of the carriages, along a long table. There are more people sitting around. Then we move on and continue going where we intended to. (I am not sure where). Guys are all the time ahead and I keep loosing them. I try to call them and text them, but with no luck.

Another scene is somewhere outside. I am standing under a cloudy sky. (I am there with someone, but not sure who. On one hand I feel like it was my friends or my boss Mark). The person that is there with me points behind me. I turn around, like bending backwards and see tall glass building and above it dark clouds cumulating. The clouds are almost dark blue. Its starts raining. Just a few bug heavy drops here and there, but I know that its going to get worse in seconds. I see some building and train station in front of me. One of the corner and the closes buildings is a starbucks. Its all glass and I can see inside. It is a small coffee shop with a little room in front. As soon as we get there its starts pouring down. I look around thinking I will get something as the rain was not going to stop any soon. I get coffee and a cake. (The whole rain theme is surely projected from the previous day as I experienced something similar with Melisa - Nero). I have banoffee cake. Then the waitress comes and gives us another one, its slightly messed up, but its a whole cake. She says that the store room is getting flooded as it is in the basement.(this is also from the previous day as I saw a waitress in the Nero going in to the basement for something). Then she brings another one. I hesitate to take it, and look around if someone else wants it. I notice the Starbucks manager giving the waitress mean looks, as if "what the hell are you doing".

Then we go to the station waiting for the train. I am thinking, where to stand at the platform as it was long and I thought that maybe the train wont be so long. It is not. We go inside.

Another scene is in out house. I am in the kitchen and Martin is hanging washing outside. Then suddenly his phone starts ringing. I look at the display and see there my name. I am confused about this. I cannot be calling him. So I think its for me. I pick up the call and I hear some man introducing himself as a manager. I realize that he thinks its Marin on the phone. I rush outside to give him the phone. He takes it and tells me "you know its not good to touch others stuff" (I believe this is form the previous night when I went to Melissa's handbag for our wine and she told me off to ask first before I go there next time) one of the interesting things is that when I went outside to give Martin his phone, it was nice and sunny. Most of my dreams are dark or cloudy.

DS: dark sky,

I was with a female companion. She was wearing very tight underwear and I could see the undulation underneath it. I kissed it.

She asked me to carry her, so I picked her up upside-down. It was reasonable in my dream. Her leg were apart and it was
right there in my face. I held my head up and looked away so someone wouldn't think I was happy about what was unfolding.

Once I was clear of danger, I kissed her again. I felt the warmth and the wetness.

I had other dreams and I worked to remember them, but I eventually forgot them.

It started in a snowy field, a crowd of kids had dug out a race track. Me, the tough and routy tomboy fought fiercly against the other neighborhood kids. This dream was set out sometime durig the 1800's or early 1900's. Once called into town all the kids scattered to their homes across the town. I rememever seeing fires with food cooking over them outside (the ground was nothing but dirt roads and paths) along with wells and other little shops. As I headed up the wooden stairs to a taller brick building which was a pub sort of thing. I met up with an older sister. We dreaded the thought of going home and seeing our mother. We walked through the dimmly lit pub and up another tight flight of stairs; up to our small apartment type home. We opened the door and walked into a lightless hallway. Everything in house was dark and cramped. I felt the atmosphere was sketchy and almost dangerous. Then our mother decended from the darkness of the main doorway. I saw that something was metally wrong with her, I saw that she was somehow crazed. She frightened us as she took me by the shoulders and got up in my face. Although i cant really recall, I think she said something about how glad she was for us to be home and that we need to change out of our dirty street clothes and into something nice. She was in a panic and had crazy eyes. I sort of shrugged her off and huddled into our room. My older sister had long beautiful dark brown hair and a gorgeous face. I would guess she was around 16 or 17; i between 12 and 14. Our room was small and was also dimmly lit. We rushed to change out of our everyday off white dresses and put on these lovely blood red gowns. I struggled to get the clips on the corsette like top on properly. Suddenly an older woman bursted through the door to makee sure we were ready. Im not sure why we had to get all fancied up but i had a feeling it had to do with the pub down stairs even though it was really late. The woman laughed at me and scolded me for not getting my top buckled up the way it was suppossed to. Me, being so tomboyish, tried to stand up for myself. Then the dream faded out......Oh but i guess i shouldnt forget to mention the music that started to play in the background in the last few moments of the dream. It was metallica and other kinds of music along those lines.....



PS. Please forgive my horrible spelling, im too lazy to proof read to so if some parts dont make any sense...mah bad X]

Sunday, June 19th

(Last night I awoke a bit before 6am with aches in both my arms and legs and no clear dream memories. My living situation for my current gig has me sleeping on an air mattress underneath the stairs of the house so this is affecting my ability to sleep soundly and therefore my dream recall and content. It took me about an hour to get back to sleep and when I did I had a series of brief, relatively harmless dreams that left me with a few memories and impressions. I woke for a short time between them to jot down some keywords.)

I. “Go Home, Please.”

One moment I am awake in my bed trying to get to sleep, all of a sudden I am in a similar bed and sleeping situation, equally cramped, only in the dream I now share this space with my roommate S.B. We have two different mattresses but they are right next to each other. We are in something that looks like a garage and outside there is a group of young girls who are trick-or-treating or something and I have the intuition that they will rush into the door if I open it. I “find my Ipod,” a black nano that I haven’t owned since high school. The screen has come off but I reattach it easily and it has a Resident drawn on the back in silver sharpie. S.B has an Ipod as well. The song playing from his has this line in it, “be my ….” (can’t remember the last word.) As soon as I hear this line, the song playing from my Ipod by a different band says the exact same line. I note the “coincidence” but never become lucid.

It may be because the group outside is becoming loud, but eventually I open the door and they all rush at me. I fight them back and yell “Can you all go home, please?” All of a sudden I begin coughing quite hard and actually taste phlegm in my throat. This coughing wakes me up.

II. “That’s a Cop”

I believe it is still Halloween, or whatever festivities were going on in the previous dream. I am sitting on the porch of an unknown house with some people. One of them is Z the soundman. He is sitting off of the porch, on a lawn. Possibly the same group of small girls has apparently just left from the front of the house and have walked down the street to the right. Suddenly a cop car pulls into the gravel driveway as Z is simultaneously sparking a bowl. He walks over and starts to hand it to me as the officer is walking toward the porch. I start whispering to him “That’s a cop. That’s a cop. That’s a cop” but he does not hear me. Somebody else eventually leans over and he seems to get the message right as the cop approaches.

The cop starts talking to us in the exact same whisper I was using and I cannot easily make out what he’s saying. The gist of it is that the group of girls that just walked down the street have “information” about us. I wake soon after this and begin to write it down; however this turns out to be a false awakening and soon after writing it I wake up for real with most of the memory of the dream erased. It returns later after I focus for a bit.

III. “Skylar”

I am with a group of my friends on a street at night. S.B tells me that a car full of kids, who have mistaken him for somebody they have a vendetta against named Skylar have pulled a gun on him. The car is right in front of us and the people, none of whom I recognize as people I know, are extremely drunk. I tell him to call the driver of the car an idiot or something, and he tells me this is probably a bad thing to call somebody with a gun (good point.)

Suddenly I’ve apparently decided to take this matter into my own hands. I’ve also switched the identity of the gunpoint victim to my friend M.B. He is standing next to me as I approach the car. Beforehand I see them sitting on the hood making immature ‘gay’ jokes. However when I reach the car they’ve all somehow gotten back inside. I yell at the one in the drivers’ seat “THIS IS NOT SKYLAR. HIS NAME IS M.B.” I look over at M.B and at the driver again, their expressions somewhat confuse me – they are both suddenly calm and it’s not until I awaken that I realize the people in the dream know that I have made a mistake in the identity of whoever had the gun pointed at them. I remember that both of their eyes were glowing with incredibly vivid color, M.B’s a magnificent shade of blue and the driver of the car a shining golden brown. I wake up for the remainder of the day right around here.

I don't remember where this dream started, I can only remember an extremely memorable part, and a related part afterwards. I was on this dock that was coming up out of the ocean, it stood about 30 feet above the water. There was this chinese-style serpent dragon that opened its mouth and bit down on me. I recall it having a pink body with green horns. When it closed its mouth around me, it was like I was riding inside of him, I could see out of him because he was transparent.. He rocketed up into the sky off of the dock and then dove down into the ocean. I could feel my stomach dropping as we fell. He then launched back out into the air and we fell again. We did this several times. I had concluded that this was a "ride" like at a carnival or something. Later in my dream, I told my mom that I had gone on the craziest ride inside of a dragons mouth, she didn't believe me lol.

I was on some stage. There was some sort of recital going on. A violin player started playing Summertime. I was singing the words quietly to myself. Then, I looked up, and there was this random Asian guy staring at me. For some reason this encouraged me to sing, and I sang the rest of the first verse loud enough that everyone could hear.

Once I had done the first verse, I think the music stopped. I briefly remember running away somewhere behind stage. I think AR was there. We were running around backstage together.

Then I somehow ended up back outside the stage, but rather down one of the little hallways in between. Now it seemed to me as if the place were a church. EL and another guy were there. I randomly started singing the second verse of Summertime. EL and the other guy just looked at me funny, and when I had finished, laughed to themselves. I knew it had sounded bad, and I ran away, totally embarrassed. I wished so badly that I hadn't done that. Then the dream ended.

I'm having very intresting dreams at the time being, but not so much recall. So I decided to post one of my key-dreams from couple of years back. This really did change something in me.

So this dream was played in two acts. They both were long and complex.. but I remember the first act only vaguely.


APOCALYPTIC PARTY AND MENTAL HOSPITAL

ACT I - The Party

I was at this underground festival wich I did partisipate in wakig life many years ago (when it did happen I was in delusional state so the experience there was quite psychedelic also in real life). The parties in dream were parties of apocalypse. All kind freaky stuff happened but in a somewhat "normal" way. I was acting as a ringmaster and tried to keep the spirit up, help people to find their way there and help the world to change. I was wearing tailcoat and top hat (I own over 100 year old tailcoat and did have over 150 years old top hat in waking life). At one point I slipped and fell into deep woodstocklike mud pit and got a moment humblening. I remember thinking how on earth I can get these clothes clean, how much it will cost and is it even possible etc.

After that and also scattered around the I act I tried to contact people (spent much time in phone etc) so that they would know that parties are happening and get there. I moved in dreamlike manner across the communication lines. In one point I had moved to the town where I live in waking life and I was in phone booth talking to someone in festival. He/she told my that one person I know had arrived to the festival. In the waking version of those festival he wasn't there and I remembered that. It came clear to me that he has arrived from present to parties that were in past. It was absolutly clear in dream that this was what had happened. I became thrilled that things were finally working and the first act ended.

ACT II - The Sanitarium

I found myself at the mental hospital. I was patient there (I've been hospitalized iwl). My girlfriend from that time came to visit me. I said to her that let's go to my room so that we can be in peace. So we get to this room and in the back of the room is another door that hasn't been there. We go through the door and after a corridor we come to this room full of mirrors and old paintings. Paintings are somewhat romantic but also impressionistic. All of them symbolise some theme or situation in intimate relationship. Situations are universal and about the crisis, glings, disconent, frustration and situations you end up reliving from time to time (loops). We deside to go deeper into this knowing that they are only loops. So we go deeper this time travelling through mirrors and paintings. Every time we go through one we end up to act the situation in our life, but in some level we are lucid that this is what we have to do to get to the end of this road. After every passage we end up to new room full of, yes, paintigs and mirrors.

Then we get to this one painting. It's quite small and from 18?? I think. It's a holiday and tourist town in French normandy. There are houses that are cafeterias, inns and restaurants. There is a promande and in the side of it a low wall, by the wal there is stairs that lead to beach. In the middle of promenade there is a phone booth (not realistical at that period of time) and in the phone booth there is a gentleman talking to phone. He is wearing top hat and tail coat. After a decent distance there is a woman waiting for her man. She is leaning to her umberella. We decide to go through this painting. We end up to relive many symbolically analogous sitution from our relationship. In those situations either one of us is talking on a phone or using computer. The other one is jealous for attention that other is giving to outside world and at the same time hoping that he/she could be on computer/phone conncting to outside world. These scene goes on too long. The whole labyrinth that we have travelled inside the sanitarium collapses and we are back in my room. My girlfriend is shouting at me for some obscure reason that I don't understand. She doesn't have any memories of us travelling in that maze of realtionship. She leaves from the room and bangs door loudly.

I end up wandering around the sanitarium. Group of three or four patient come to talk to me. One of them woman, other are men. They want me to go to a room where some of them live. I'm cautious cause you never know how to trust other looneys but in the end I decide to follow them. So I get to this room and they start to talk to me very entusiastically. They have difficulties to remember not to talk at the same time. They tell me stories and try to make me remeber things that I have blocked out. Their message is this: they are group of reality revolutionaries (not the kind that want to rebel against reality but the kind that want to fight for new, better, reality. In fact I'm one of them. We have done many missions together before. There are many more of us. Some of us (like me) don't remember this.
As the story goes on I start to remember bits and bits. And as I remember their appereances start to change. I get to see glimbses who they really are. Some fantastical features in their looks.

After they have downloaded this information to me they say that it's a time of next strike. It's now. So we go to common areas of department, and strike starts. It is a fasion show. So the nurses happen to be caring and motherlike and have allowed the patient to keep little fun. Patients get to arrange fasion show and the nurses are sitting in the audience. Everybody is dressed in blankets and pillowcases and stuff that is avaible. My comrades ask me to sit on a ground and hold a flashlight. So I sit in lotus possition and held the lamp like a torch. I start to get tired and doze off. As I start to get closer to dream (in a dream) I see glimbses of my fellow model patients inner shelves. Not just how they are but who they experience to be. Then I fell asleep.

I wake up to this large dog licking my neck and get scared. Wait a minute. It's not a dog but a dragonlike being whose tail is around my neck. And it stays there. I'm still among the models/patients and the nurses are watching but this freaking dragon stays there and freaking nurses are staring right into it. So I realise that reality is quite leaking. Divine intervention (lights and stuff) put this large book into my lap. The books is about cracking the code of reality. I open it from random spread. The other page has this chart about history: years, periods, rulers and things. The other page has a map of time were every time periods are not separeted by time but by geographic distances. There is island called 1960's and a city called French revolution with suburbs that are like American independence war and other too. Large nation called Archaic and everything else. When I read the both pages simultaniosly the timeline of world starts to collapse to a one hypermoment where everything is simultaniosly.

I open the book from another spread. It talks about multidimensional masters that have reached the fifth dimension and effect the world from there by telling stories. They use codenames to let the awake people know what's the story about. There are names of waking world playwrights, songwriters, comic writers, book authors, poets and other. Code opens up who they really are, who tell the same story, what other aliasses those master use in waking world. As I read this code the optional storylines start to collapse in one hyperstory with all possibilities. I got this strong sensation that now the reality is really open. Mental hospital has mostly faded away. We (and there are many of us now) desided to make one last effort to really crack reality up.

(this part is very hazy.. so I don't even remember how I experienced the last effort. Was it a party, orgy, battle, chessgame or what.. maybe all at once)

We win (kind of). Reality has changed into Orwellian Nazi Germany where our side wears uniforms of SS officers. Some of as start losing their memories and act like their roles. I'm alarmed and depressed. Something must be done. I pick up a piece of paper and start writing. Asking questions from remaining resistance about what should we do. After I've written those things the letters reshape into answers and suggestions. They so me this one sigil that I remember from somewhere and suggest that maybe we should use it. I think for a moment and then agree. I use the sigil and the dream collapses. Error message appears in English (it's not my native tongue). I'm not sure was it a mental or visual text. It says:

FUNNY THING JUST HAPPENED
THERE IS NO FANTASY THAT HISTORY HAS FOREWARNED US
YOU HAVE TO CONSTRACT EVERY PARSEC OF STORY YOURSELF

I wake up and have this surrealistic feeling for the next couple of days

I was in a department/grocery store of some sort. There was a glass display near the center of the store and I was looking at men's style wrist watches. I was kind of bored but I was determined to find a watch I liked and buy it. Most of them were bulky and coloured black. Someone (a unidentificable woman) told me to hurry up but instead of buying a wrist watch I went to the checkout and purchased a bottle of red wine, even though I don't drink alcohol. This angered the person who I was with for some reason, but I don't know why.

the first time i ever had a lucid dream, it was through the DILD method, i was on my way to school, and my cousin approaches me, and tells me he wants to introduce me to a group of people. they turn out to be a cult following an old prophecy: an individual will be sent to the moon, and destroy it. this individual would gain the power to control the universe around him, a sort of lucid dreaming technique existing in reality. (keep in mind that this was a dream, so fulfilling this prphecy would mean attaining lucid dreaming) this group means to use me to destroy the world. causing the extinction of life. I agree to destroy the moon (with my own intentions in mind) i destroy the moon with thier weapons, and in the moments after the debris from the moon clears, i look around, and the positions of all the stars and planets are off. i feel fear at first, but then i began to realize i was dreaming, and did the levitation reality check to prove it. after more experimenting, i woke up. so thats my first lucid dream.

Went to bed 12:54-1:30
Goals for the night: Eat something and interact with DCs
No memories in early morning
8:20 We are in a hotel room, me lissa and chris. Im looking out the window of the room and i notice my cat is in the corner of the room. I start to hear loud meowing coming from outside the room and it sounds like the way my cat meows when he is by himself. I keep hearing it and looking around outside trying to find where it is coming from but the whole time taking comfort in that my cat is sitting in the room.

Then a cat runs from under a chair next to me and at this point i know that the cat that had been in the room all along wasnt mine, and that the one that was meowing is. My cat runs onto a table and i notice his tail is all messed up and most of it is missing. In the dream i know he had gotten into a fight or something outside and get really worried. I tell my sister. I try to pick him up as the two cats run to the front of the room. I go get him and pick him up and notice he smells just like he does when he gets back from the vet. I say something like, how can we be sure its our cat in the future, i said we need to just check his teeth to make sure its the right one(my cat has missing teeth)

*Was with Alexis and Juan and im just talking to alexis about soccer. there is a girl there too but i cant rem what she looked like. Alexis starts talking about some league he is playing in when juan shows up and sits down. They start talking about who was, they were saying legendary, in the league this season. I think the girl may have asked a question, i just rem walking away smirking and saying i dont know anything about this league you guys are talking about.

*I vaguely rem being in a cafeteria at some point

*Vaguely rem talking to my creative writing teacher

*Have a flash of sitting on the ground and with my shoes on sitting in lotus for meditation. I rem bringing both feet onto my thighs and despite my shoes being on they rested quite comfortably. I dont rem but in the dream i have the feeling there are people around and some of them are observing me.

1. I'm walking through a sun-speckled woodland on a wide blacktop path, and the way is quite peaceful and warm. Out of the woods comes an oddly attractive figure, a six-armed lizardwoman. She starts to walk beside me and introduces herself as a "mover and shaker" who has time-traveled from close to the end of civilization. As she continues to speak, I realize that she's really rather amoral but is very intelligent, and I'm drawn to her. As we reach the end of the path, I ask her for her name: she smiles and replies, "Fukiyume."

Note: When I woke up, I did some searching on that name. The compound "Fukiyume" is meaningless, adopted only once as a username on an obscure Italian forum. However, both "Fuki" and "Yume" are legitimate Japanese words. "Fuki" refers to a shoot vegetable, and "Yume"... means "dream!" I was certainly unaware of that consciously, but I've seen enough anime (including Ghost Hound) to possibly have it in the subconscious. I'll have to see if this DC appears again.

2. I'm on the highway entrance ramp near my house, phoning my mom who's in a car on the exit ramp. We're trying to coordinate our Father's Day shopping, with little success.

3. I'm at the clinic of a smiling doctor whose specialty is urology, waiting for some routine procedure. Across from the waiting lobby is a banner that morphs according to the type of surgery he's performing at the time. Eventually the banner shifts to tell me it's my time, and I go to an operating room that looks like a bathroom from my old house. I'm allowed to select my own anesthesia, and I try for a hypnosis MP3. The one I pick has a very creep female hypnotist, however, and I'm unable to trance as I start to panic about the knife's cut.

I have been studying this technique too here is some material i have read on it. namaste


Finger Induced Lucid Dream (FILD)
The FILD technique should be used when you can expect to go straight into a REM dream period. So it’s probably not worth trying this when you first go to bed. Instead set an alarm to wake yourself up during the night, or try the technique before having a nap in the afternoon.

The Technique:
1. First of all just go to sleep as normal, if you can wake up naturally during the night great, if nto set yourself an alarm to go off after about 5 hours. This will make sure you’re at a point in your sleep cycle where you will be able to go directly into a REM period and also that you will still be feeling fairly tired so should have no problem falling back asleep quickly.

2. Once you wake up, the first thing that should be on your mind is the FILD technique. Just relax, and try to go back to sleep exactly how you normally would. The goal here is to get to the point just before you fall back to sleep. Once you've reached this point, begin the FILD technique. This will probably happen very quickly if you still feel tired so don’t wait too long!

3. Now imagine that you are playing a piano using your index and middle finger with one hand. Your fingers are side by side on two keys. Now, press your index finger down, leaving your middle finger up. Next, press your middle finger down, and lift your index finger back up. Repeat this up and down motion.

4. Once you feel you have a comfortable rhythm with this motion, now imagine pressing the keys so lightly that they don't actually go down. (You can practice this on an actual piano or a computer keyboard - you should basically feel your muscles contract, but your fingers should hardly move)

5. Focus on this subtle movement. By directing your focus, you will be able to fall back asleep relatively quickly. Make sure you don’t try to count your finger movements or talk to yourself in your head as this will only wake you up.

6. After about 30 seconds have passed (again don’t count just when you feel it has been about that long), take your other hand, and perform a reality check by pinching your nose and try to breath in. If you can, then you're dreaming!

And that’s all there is to it! The technique works by keeping a part of your conscious mind active through the slight movement and your focus on it, not enough to keep you awake but enough to remember to do a reality check 30 seconds later which should be as soon as you enter the dream.

You can add to the effectiveness of this technique by practicing the movements while awake. Do both the light finger movements combined with a reality check 30 seconds later. This will help build up an association between the two in your brain so it becomes a natural habit to follow through the finger motion with a reality check.

I am a member of the night's watch from A Game of Thrones. There is this climbing competition in the middle of the ocean where we have to each try and get to the top of this tower of somesort and prevent others from doing the same. I swim to the tower and fight someone else trying to get up. One or two others are farther away in the water. I eventually get to the top, forget to juggle and lose after all my hard work. I am infront of this African tribesman somehow, maybe we are not in the ocean anymore. We bow to eachother. We are all at a table afterwords and I tell everyone that If I hadn't forgot, I would have won. I see my cousin under the table, but just her head. It looks as if the rest of her body should be sticking out, but there is nothing past the table cloth hanging down.

Dinner outside past the hedges in my backyard. Someone brings out the queen for a visit. She is horribly ill and disgusting. He helps her sit down and eat. I and a couple others are called into the yard by our commander. There is my shed, and we are being tested by searching it as a team. One of the other Nights watch guys opens to door while I keep a small cat at bay to the left. It lunges at me and bites at my fingers. Its poisonous! Is that what the commander wanted to happen? Good thing I was wearing my gloves.

I am going inside, but can't find my sword. Where is it? I look around, and ask some people but they don't know. Sam helps me for a moment, but doesn't really care and waves his knife at me in a threatening way. He is wearing golden gauntlets? I try a sword that might be mine, but its not it. My sword is a thick blade, but this one is skinnier and has a curve to it. Some big guy starts causing me trouble. He doesn't like me. He starts attacking me with his sword, and we start fencing. We aren't hurting eachother when we land hits though, and I am landing much more. All I remember now is him coming at me with a knife trying to kill me. We get inside, I try some knife defense techniques but they aren't working well. I manage to control his knife hand, but when I try to punch him back I can't inflict any pain. I'm too weak and he's way to strong. There's nothing I can do. I manage to get either his knife or another one in my hand and point it at his throught. I make some small holes in it just to let him know I'm serious. He gets the message I think.

We're on a couch or a bed now in the room, there are a lot of others and there is this martial arts instructor from Israel in the hallway talking to everyone about a test or something. The guy tries to stab me again, I am hitting him in the back of the head as hard as I'm just not strong enough..I yell out for help but nobody even turns their head to notice me. I just cry and move away and ask him to stop. He says "your a sensitive little guy aren't ya?" He gives me a hug.