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DJ Log: April 23, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking around in a large old house, looking into all of the rooms as I walk by. In every room, there are people in the process of taking some kind of drug-like substances. I walk up the stairs and in every room upstairs, there are groups of two or more people having sex.

Wish I could recall more, but I found my journal after being awake for 3 hours and this is all it said, old house/(illegible text)/doing drugs in rooms/lots of sex upstairs/(illegible text)

I only had small fragments about pillars. I didn't get much sleep and had to wake early.

Vividness: N/A
Realism: N/A
Lucid Aids: None
Meditation: 10 Minutes

No daily preparation

I can't remember this whole dream very well; just from a certain point onwards:

Lucid = orange

I'm sitting on a couch with a couple of men, and we're watching something. I'm sitting next to a darker-skinned guy but he's getting a bit too close for my liking. I move away but he just gets closer again, making me feel rather uncomfortable in the process. I tell him to move away a bit but he doesn't really do anything, and laughs. I then have enough of it and get up, then another guy gets his dick out and starts wanking over me, so I try to instantly get out of the room, but the guy holds me down climaxes all over me before I can. I then break free and run out of the room and down a hallway, through another door (my clothes are kind of hanging off me) and into some posh dining place. I die of embarrassment and immediately vacate the area, running out of the building completely.
The perverted rapists are behind me and for some reason the police as well.

Next I'm running through a hospital-like area (can't remember how I got there) and the police are shooting at me, but I dodge all the bullets matrix style and break the line of sight, spotting a toilet ahead which I race into (I didn't pay attention to whether it was a men's or woman's toilet, but I think it was a woman's one. Quite frankly I was too occupied). There's a woman in there, and I dive into a cubicle before she spots me, in-case she's on their side.
I then randomly realise I'm just dreaming, and that none of this is real, which gives me a surge in confidence, and just walk out of the cubicle not caring that I'm in the opposite gender's toilet or that there are people after me (constantly reminding myself that everything is just a dream, and not real). I get a proper look at the woman, and she's quite hot, but to avoid anything going down, I instantly start buttering her up with foreplay, knowing that she would comply. Things develop very quickly until the point where she hops onto my lap with her arms around my neck (if you get what I mean). I then notice 2 black men running towards the toilet (most likely after me) and shuffle over (with me and her still interlocked) and lock the door, so that they can't get in. I then take her back to where we were before and my vision starts fading, as per usual, but I'm determined to stay lucid this time, so I tell her ''Baby, I need your help. Help me stay lucid.'' and hold both of her hands, putting all my energy into how it feels. Eventually stability returns to me, and we're free to continue what we were doing. Things get more and more heated, and I remind myself now and then that it's not real. Then something shocking happens; this woman turns into a some kind of black demon, with multiple eyes, that are a vibrant red colour and hisses ''What if I'm a manifestation of everything negative within you!?'' (or something very similar to that) Although I know I'm dreaming, for some reason fear starts to take over and I race to the door to get out. I remember I locked it. I unlock it as fast as I can before this thing gets to me and run out.
Next I find myself running down Lysander (the doorway must have acted as some kind of teleport since I wanted to get away). I knew I was away but still kind of worried that this Demon might be chasing me, so I jump up and start flying, soaring down the road. I'm paying a lot of attention to everything around me, and note how everything is extremely vivid, yet none of it is real. It fascinates me; how this lucid is very vivid, looking just like real life, yet it's merely a dream; something conjured up by my brain.
The road then leads me into town, and I can see cars and people going by. For a laugh, I decide to land on one of the cars and see where it takes me. I spot my target, and then it speeds up quite a bit, racing off into the distance, but I'm determined to catch up to him, and will myself to speed up accordingly. I'm now flying at amazing speed, loving every second of it, and catch up to the car within a manner of seconds, landing on the roof. The driver honks his/her horn with disapproval, but I don't care as it's just a dream, so I can get away with anything I please.
Eventually it takes me to the centre of town, and I hop off and go near the bus stop. Although there are a few people walking about, I figure I should call for some homies and start yelling ''Whoop Whoop! Where my Juggalo's at?!'' and similar things. Then I start seeing homies running up to me, some of which painted up, which I find awesome. Things still seem a bit bare though, so I call for some Juggalette's too, and sure enough some ladies enter the group (likewise, some painted up, some not). I take quite a fancy to one of them and pull her over to the wall and start making out. I hear cheers and applause from the group, obviously liking the fact I just pulled so easily, referring to me as some form of Legend. Then the dream randomly starts fading out and I feel wakefulness creeping up, but the image of the girl stays constant - frozen in time. I just focus on this image and try to go back to sleep, in the hope of reinstating lucidity.

Then a new scene appears before me. I'm sitting down with a group that's circled around a fire, looking down at a guy's crotch area. I'm not fully in the dream at this point, but I seize this opportunity. (I'm not sure why I did what I did next, but I guess it makes sense since I wanted to ground myself into the dream with any means necessary, and touched on 3 senses with 1 action) I then grab this guys crotch area, noting how it feels (I'm a straight guy, so this is quite strange) and then proceed to whip it out and start giving him head. My eyes are open while I'm doing this, and although I'm surprised at myself, I can feel the dream becoming stronger around me. Then I get up and start walking around, and am immediately greeted by a false awakening.

I'm in bed (in my old room) unaware that I'm still dreaming, and proceed to record my lucid experience. While I'm doing this, however, I can feel 'sleep' overcoming me against my will, and then I find myself back in the same scene as I was in before.

I realise I'm back in the dream and become lucid. I'm now on a higher level of ground, looking down at where I just was. There's a guy to the right of me and he says something which I don't remember now, but it had some usefulness. I asked him if he was a dream guide, and he said ''Of sorts, yes.''. I then proceeded to ask him about why my dream guides are always different, and whether the guy from a previous lucid was a guide or not. He was confused as to who I meant, so I reminded him, and told him about the guy who murdered that girl. He then knew who I meant, and told me not to worry about it, as it was in the past. I accepted his response and noticed there was another of him standing behind him. I ignored this and followed him into a house.

I was then sitting with him and a rather different looking Niall around a table, asking him a lot of questions. I don't recall what they were, or the answers, but I do remember thinking that he talked about a lot of things that reminded me of myself; reinforcing the fact that he was actually manifestation of a part of my mind. Both him and Niall were making things. Although, there was something about Niall which scared me. I removed something off of his face (a mask or layer of his face or something) twice, changing his appearance both times to his 'true' form. He looked like some type of baby, although he was still the same size as in real life. I was worried he was going to attack me and picked up some scissors for self-defence. My 'guide' gave me a ''wtf are you doing?'' look and for a moment I was worried he might read my thoughts and get on the offensive, so I dismissed my worry and changed my motives and said ''Well, these are less likely to hurt him, so I think he should use these.''
Note: 'Niall' was cutting things out and stuff with a pair of normal scissors, but these were considerably different.
My 'guide' then responded with ''Good thinking!''. Then the both of them finished what they were making. I can't remember what the 'guide' did but Niall made some tower with loads of edible animals on it. I get up and walk around the table, inspecting their work, and ask the 'guide' if I could reinstate lucidity for me, as I needed to wake up soon and write everything down so that I don't forget. He told he it was fine and that he would. I then inquired about their work; that if they were parts of me, I should be able to produce similar results. The 'guide' concurred, and then a few moments later I awoke.

Since again I had no recall last night I'm just gonna tell you my tasks for whenever I master lucid dreaming,
1. master lucid dreaming, or at least have constant ones
2. Have a sky race with Spongebob
3. Have all the powers of Alex mercer from prototype
4. Do a back flip of of a 50 story building and land and not die.
5. Have CatDog as a pet in every dream
6. Get good at math and science, this is the most challenging one out of all of them
7. Read a book then go into that book in a dream, theres alot of cool stuff in some books that make me wish I could live out my life for about an hour in that book.Just an hour.
8.realize I'm dreaming then write in my dream dream journal while in my dream
9. Practice while dreaming.( guitar, flute, hacky sack etc)
10.Have a vacation in a dream that feels like it's been 3 days
11. Try to sing as loud as I can without worrying about anyone hearing.
12.turn my self into a guinea pig or hamster and then create a community of other talking guinea pigs or hamsters. live their and become a gangster in that world.

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I'm by myself, playing around in my back yard (which seems much larger than normal) when I noticed what seems to be a bird's nest. However, it's weird because in my dream it's resting at the bottom of one of the trees in the yard. There are about five or so eggs in there, and one of them is partially hatched. The sight makes me extremely sad because in the partially hatched one I can see part of the animal inside and I believed it to be dead and I pick it up. However, all of a sudden the eggs continues to hatch and out emerges some sort of owl species. I absolutely fall in love with it and the feeling appears to be mutual as it crawls up my arm and settles there. It already knows how to fly and we become sort of best friends and are completely in sync with one another.

There then seems to be a bit of a time skip, because all of a sudden it's a few years later. I'm searching for my owl but I can't find it anywhere. I quickly find out that someone has stolen my owl and killed it, and this makes me extremely angry. I track the kidnapper to a group of scientists who are working to perfect the human being by infusing various animal DNA into various humans. I find out that they killed my owl and another woman's child so they can fuse the genes and create a new being. I go kind of insane and begin killing the scientists with whatever I can find, and halfway through my massacre I wake up from my dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a kitchen in a small suburban house at night. The kitchen was dim, as if lit only by a small fluorescent light from some place like over the counter or the sink. A small oval table filled up most of the kitchen. The kitchen opened directly to the living room and gave a straight view to the house's front door, which was open.

I seem to have seen everything from a point of view as if I were sitting on the floor or as if I were a small child standing near the table.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen. Some of them were probably my family members. Others were possibly friends of my family members, but I'm pretty sure I didn't know them. We were celebrating some kind of Asian ceremonial dinner.

My old friend L stood up and said that her husband was in the bedroom. Apparently he was too sick to come out into the kitchen with the rest of us. But he was still going to celebrate the Asian ceremony. I could see him in bed, wearing pale blue, 1950s style pajamas, sitting in a big, fluffy bed, possibly even with an old style ice pack on his head and a thermometer in his mouth.

L had prepared a whole tray of dinner items for her husband. The tray was silver, and there was a tall, thin, silver coffee pot on it. L herself was dressed in an "Asian-style" (???) black, silk mini-dress. The dress was sparsely adorned along the chest with gleaming squares of red and green glass or jewels. At the waist there were squares of diamonds (?) which were arranged to look like a thick belt.

L looked so beautiful, and her dress' adornments gleamed so brightly that everybody was stunned into silence as she walked out of the kitchen. In the living room she turned left and walked out of sight. One guy in particular, possibly a fattish, oldish man, had his mouth wide open in arousal.

There seemed to be much fewer people in the kitchen now. In fact, it may have been just my mom, one other person, and I. I now saw a line of older, Asian men walking into the house and filing into the kitchen. There were three or four men.

The men wore long, slender robes of a thin material like bed sheets. The robes were kind of neutral colors, like pale, light brown. They had kind of standard, paisley-like designs, like you might see on a bandana. The men also wore headdresses that seemed to be made out of something like wicker or twisted twigs. The headdresses were like three or four tall loops that tiered upward to look something like crowns. At least one of the men also wore eyeglasses.

Despite this kind of drab appearance, something about the Asian men seemed to be iridescent and gleaming, as if just a thin patina of some kind of purple, pink, and blue material were coating the crowns and possibly also the robes. I didn't know whether to be impressed by or disappointed by the men.

I ended up walking away from the table and into the living room as my mom began speaking with the men, possibly doing something like making arrangements for whatever kind of ceremony they might be performing for everybody at the house. As I walked away from the table I was probably seeing from the viewpoint of a small child.

I could hear my mom talking as I walked into the living room. When I got into the living room, it was daytime. The living room was kind of full of bright daylight. I turned left. I now saw from my adult height. One of my uncles possibly sat in a recliner chair at the left side of the room.

My mom was still in the kitchen, talking with someone like my uncle. I could hear her as if she were speaking from within the back of my head. She was complaining about my uncle (as if she weren't speaking to him!). She said, "I have a lot of energy to do things. Not like him. Because I don't do all those things he does, like listen to rock music and write weird stories on the internet."

I felt guilty because I listen to rock music and write stories on the internet. So I felt like maybe I was wasting my energy instead of doing useful things. I may have started looking at a tall, thin bookcase which was near the front door.

I now had a view of a scene like from a movie. There were two male police officers. They were plainclothes detectives, and they were dressed in suits, possibly 1970s style suits. One cop was black. The other cop was Mexican, and may have looked like a fat, worn-out version of Jimmy Smits.

One of the cops got shot in the stomach. The other cop seemed to be really surprised by this, and he opened and puckered his mouth as if he himself had gotten shot in the stomach.

Dream #2

I was in a room that was like a copy room in an office. But it also seemed to be part of some building in the woods, like a ranger center in a national park. There was a window letting in a moderate amount of natural light. But there were no lights on in the room, I think. The room itself may have been pretty cluttered. There was even a cot-like bed near the door into the hallway of the office.

I stood by the copier, waiting for some printing job of mine to come out. Apparently I was waiting for some kind of series of pages of charts or tables for a report that my boss was putting out.

The job itself was four pages long, each page with two tables. The tables themselves may have consisted of a title section and a body. But both the title and body were just empty rectangles. There were paragraphs of description between each table. A number of copies were being printed out, but they were interspersed with two other jobs that some other people at the office were printing out.

Both of the other jobs were being printed in color. They had green lettering. One just appeared to be the print out of a Power Point presentation -- although it seemed like it was only the back pages of the presentation: all the legal disclosures "fine print." The other report seemed to be written all in Arabic. It may have been a full report, including maps (of Africa?), but it also included a lot of "fine print" pages, also in Arabic.

The jobs were all being printed out so randomly that I had to sift through all the pages just to find my pages. I was getting so tired that I actually sat down in a small, cot-like chair right next to the copier's feed area and slouched far back while shuffling through the loads of paper that kept coming out.

I was apparently wearing khaki shorts and no shirt. My pale blue shirt, which I wear to bed at night, was laying somewhere, as if I had been wearing it, but I had taken it off. Also, at some point, bright, fluorescent lights were on in the copy room.

As I shuffled through the loads of paper, I became really interested in the report written in Arabic. I couldn't understand any of it, obviously, but it seemed to be about something really interesting.

Suddenly my boss opened the door. The chair was so close to the door that my boss couldn't open the door all the way. He looked in and saw what I was doing -- looking through all these other reports. He started to ask me about something work-related. But, disgusted with me, he stopped talking and just shut the door.

I felt bad for having been looking at the other reports. But I then wondered why I should feel bad. My boss had set me to the task of retrieving all these pages. And that's what I was doing. They were just all coming out so randomly that I had begun to occupy myself with other stuff in the meantime.

But, still, feeling guilty, I stood up and walked around in the copy room, as if walking around would somehow prove that I was actually working. The lights were off again in the copy room, and only natural light from the window came in.

I could now hear my boss complaining to someone, possibly one of his bosses, about how he had discovered me in the copy room, wearing shorts and no shirt. I suddenly became conscious of the weirdness of my attire, even though I had been aware of my attire before. I wondered how I could have worn my night time shorts and shirt to work, and what would have made me take off my shirt altogether.

There was apparently a back door to the copy room now. It was open. I looked out. There was something like a forest scene: pine trees, and grey, kind of chilly light.

I looked back into the copy room to find my shirt. I may have found it on the bed. I walked over to the bed. The bed was now full of food. A lot of the food was stuff like snack bars and yogurt-covered fruit and nuts and stuff. Some of the snack bars were like oatmeal with red jelly. There were also Ziploc bags and brown paper lunch bags on the table. There may also have been some kind of padded carrying bags.

I realized that I had to put together a few lunches, at least for myself. It wasn't quite like I was going on a hiking trip, but it was like I was going away for a while, and possibly into the woods. I may have been going with a group of friends. I started to focus on the task of putting the lunches together. I wondered if I would do a good job.

I was now standing next to my sister. My sister's best friend A was also in the room. My sister may have said something. I may have made a really careless comment that made my sister feel really bad about herself. I realized as soon as I'd said it that I shouldn't have said it.

My sister made a weird comment, in a cheerful tone, regarding the way people feel when people make bad comments about them. It was like my sister wasn't acknowledging -- maybe didn't even realize -- the bad thing I'd said. But she was expressing almost exactly my guilty feelings after what I'd said.

I looked at my sister. She was really short and really fat. She had a scrunched in, extremely solid-looking face, which looked like the face of A's mother, except that it was deep red and rock hard. I felt really bad, because I felt like my statement may have made my sister look like this.

It was now like the room was just a bedroom-sized room with just the bed in it. The back door still opened out to the forest. The floor was white tile. My mom now came into the room at some point and began complaining about my sister. I walked out of the room at some point. I walked into a hallway which may have led to a living room. I then came back into the room.

For some reason my sister and A had taken over the task of putting the lunches together. But they may actually have stopped making the lunches. We were still going away into the mountains. But it was also like we weren't going into the mountains. We were no longer going outside.

My sister explained. She said she'd heard some kind of siren-like or buzzing noise outside. This noise was something like either a man-made alarm or some other kind of indicator of a dangerous situation. My sister said, "It sound like there's going to be a lot of radiation outside. I thought we shouldn't go out there. I even think this might be the end of everything for us. There might be too much radiation in the air."

-I really didn't have a good night last night, so I only can remember one dream. It was like someone was playing Dragon age II, except since I haven't played that yet, it waspretty much what I thought it would look like, and whatever class the guy who was playing took, it looked an awful lot like The Undertaker. Once the game begins, a messenger boy comes to deliver him a message, and so the guy sets out to do...things.

All I can remember was someone close to me passed away and I couldn't stop crying.

April 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 217: The Billy Whale
Series: Land of Dreams: Episode 10
DILD
around 9:30am



I'm out on a large floating square platform with a group of people. The waves of the sea were thrashing hard against the boat/platform hybrid thing . We were whale hunters. I am holding a giant spear with a thick rope attached. I yelled back at the crew, "Here she comes!!! Get ready!!!" I saw a giant white figure pass in front of the boat. I threw my spear into the water. There was complete silence for a while, and I thought I had missed. I picked up the rope to pull the spear back in, but suddenly, rope pulled tight and the boat jerked forward. I fell backwards and we were being dragged around the sea.

Moby Dick (the whale) was pulling us around the sea at a high speed. Whenever we hit a large wave, the boat turned over upside down. We were underwater for a bit and then the boat flipped back over. It flipped several times before I managed to get another spear in my hands. I knew I had to hit the spine and paralyze it. I focused on the back of the whale and launched the spear. I hit it perfectly in the spine. The whale stopped and floated to the surface.

We dragged the paralyzed whale over toward the shore. Just off the shore there was a group of mattresses floated. They were all connected with ropes. It reminded me of Raft Fleet from Suikoden V...only with mattresses. There were many people gathered on the mattresses. The sky was dark and the city in the background was destroyed. The dream is in a post-apocalyptic setting. Whales were our main source of food. I grabbed the harpoon rope and leapt off the boat onto a nearby mattress. A few others joined me and we managed to pull the whale up onto its own mattress. I now noticed that the whale's head was actually the head of Billy Crystal. My friend Cody said, "Corporate must have fused Billy Crystal with a whale." Billy Crystal's head was a greyish tone like the whale's body. It was smiling and started telling jokes, but they all sucked. Finally, Cody brought out a huge axe, and cut off the annoying Billy Crystal head. I don't know if it was the weirdness of the dream or what, but I randomly became lucid.

I jumped off the mattress fleet and landed on the shore. I took flight and flew toward the dilapidated city. Once I passed a the outer circle of the city, I flew upon a section that was perfectly normal. The moon was even shining brightly on this portion of the city. I landed and noticed there was now a beach running along beside me. I walked out onto the beach and there were several couples holding hands as they walked along the beach. I noticed the area was lit up really well for night time. I looked out into the sky and saw there was a full moon. I decided to turn into a werewolf.

I fell to the ground and did my best impression of a person becoming a werewolf. I noticed my fingernails had turned to claws and my skin had changed into a grayish color. I knew I was now a werewolf. I took off running on all fours and leapt high into the air. I landed on top of a nearby couple. I then bit a chunk out of the females neck and she began screaming. Her boyfriend scrambled to his feet, looked at the girl and said, "I guess we won't be seeing each other again, so i won't bother giving out my number....chao!" He then took off running and got into a car that was parked on the beach. I jumped off of the girl and let her go. I took off running on all four toward the car and leapt on top of it. The hood dented in as I landed. I used my claws and began ripping open the top of the vehicle. I then grabbed the guys head, twisted it, and ripped it off. I slammed the head on the ground below me and gave a celebration howl. As I howled, I felt my throat vibrating and soon the dream scene started vibrating around me. I felt the dream was going to end, so I immediately prepared to DEILD.....

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

semi-lucid and fragments due to allergy medicine?

Fragment 1

An elementary school had been converted into a community of sorts. It was a large rectangular formation of buildings linked with covered walkways. In every classroom, now lived a family, or grouping of people of 'like mind'.
I saw someone I did not think I would ever see again. I asked him if he wanted to take a walk since one of the people that lived with me was sick (now finally sleeping!) and I did not want our 'catching up' to disturb their rest.
As we walked, I noticed it was early evening and many people gathered outside. They sat in the common areas between buildings on the covered walkways. All in the grass and crawling over some of the people were long worms; I had no intention on getting one of those on me! Prudence dictated getting back inside. We went back inside and sat in a dark room and talked for a while.
As light came through the window at dawn, I stood there a moment enjoying the gold light on my face; I had been cooking us breakfast.

Fragment 2

I was talking to a good friend of mine that was having problems lately. Whereas I knew him ~knew him energetically completely~ (as well as his his values, and ideals) ,others who he thought of as friends had openly trying to discredit everything he said. He asked me "Does anyone really SEE me at all?" I replied "They see only a small part of your face, then twist what they see in their minds until it reflects their darkest thoughts hidden deep in their perspective microcosms." I felt his sense of betrayal and dismay but even more than that.... his love for those that 'wronged' him.
He was many things.. telepathic, had direct cognition, is an empath, and more. He spoke often about understandings he got from the higher dimensions. His symbol was a stylized image of man's head (kind of like Dr Steele's) with a lightning bolt directed at his third eye.

As a side note, the dream started out lucid, even though this was a DILD. I remember wondering in the dream how I had become lucid. Oh, and this was the first time I flew well in an LD!
Lucid Non-lucid

I was in the dining room of my house. I decided to go into the backyard and attempt to fly. First, though, I would get a trinket out of my pocket to "help" me fly. I checked my first pocket. Nothing. I checked my second, and found a fabric pizza. It would have to do. So I went into the backyard and leapt off a tree I had climbed, and, with a shock, I realized I was staying in the air! So, I began moving around, and I zoomed back into the house, back into the dining room, and back into the backyard. I landed and walked through a gate into the front yard. I was about to start walking when my mom caught hold of me and dragged me back inside. I asked if I could go outside. Reluctantly, she let me go. I began to walk, and I came to a street I had never seen before. I jumped off a tree and tried to fly again, but my mom caught me again. It was Easter dinner, and my dad had made oatmeal and couscous with tomato sauce (???). I lost lucidity as I gaped at the food. At that point, I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

All I remember from my first dream is stretching my real body at the end of it and waking up actually stretching.

~

I was in some dark woods. My mom was trying to kill me. Not just me, but a lot of people. I was trying to avoid her.

I then remember being in a dark creek bed with little water in it. My mom came from the distance, and looked over the creek at me. She told me she was going to kill me. I stuck my face in the small amount of water in he creek and pretended like I was drowning myself. I actually thought about really drowning myself while I was down there. I let out my breath. My mom saw what I was doing.
"Good.", she said.

As soon as I knew she was gone, I got up out of the water. I walked a little ways down the drying out creek bed. I saw guards behind me, searching for people. I knew that they shouldn't see me.

I also remember seeing my mom again, but it was like we were in my house now, which was still pretty dark. My mom now knew that I was alive, so I decided to tell her how I felt. I told her that I was upset with her because of what she was doing. She denied it, saying that she hadn't been doing that at all.

Then, I remember being outside in the creek bed again. I was sitting on a rock. Next to me was a small white cat. Her fur was all tattered and you could see that she had a lot of fleas; they were crawling around under her fur. I then knew that her father had gone missing, and she was very sad because there was a good chance that he was dead. I started to talk to her, trying to ask her if I could help her find her father. She just looked away from me. Then I asked her something, I don't remember what, but she said
"Because you're stupid."
I replied
"Oh? Where did you hear that from?"
"The newspaper.", she replied.
"I don't care about that.", I said.
I then started trying to talk to her about herself, trying to distract her from her sadness. I asked her what she was interested in, and she started talking about "partitioning", which, in the dream, meant hunting for very large diamonds. She started telling me about a famous "partitioner" in Argentina. She started getting very excited. I looked at her again, and she was now a girl, not a cat.

Then, I remember feeling my permanent bottom retainer in my mouth with my tongue. It then fell out in two pieces. It had never fallen out before. I spit it out into my hand. I thought about going to the orthodontist, but it was Saturday, so they were closed. Someone next to me told me they were easy to put back in. I tried to put it back in, but wasn't sure if I did it right. I felt it back in my mouth with my tongue.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Intended to get lucid this morning with a short WBTB. Didn't even get up and I fell back asleep. Next time I woke up it was way too late to bother. Had a few cool dreams which makes up for it.

23.30: Sleep

10.00: Damn bees
I'm with my friend G in a forest. I have no idea what we're going to do, but apparently collecting honey from bees is something we need to do. I guess it's survival time. We spot a big nest on a fallen log and get to work. I watch as G tries to dig the honey out and he's covered in bees. They don't seem to hurt him really, but soon I can't take it. My arm hurts and I run away. I look down at my arm and it's completely covered in ants. They're huge and glistening black. I spot a single bee on my finger stinging me. I flick the bee away and try to find another way around the nest.

I start climbing a cliff next to a lake. It's got spots of ice on it and the ice is brown and yellow. A narrator voice starts talking. "It's over a hundred years old, and hard as rock". I carefully position my feet to not slip, but I soon realise it's impossible to pass here. I head back and start walking back towards G. I spot him up ahead, lying down. Oh shit he's unconscious. I jump over the fallen log and shake G awake. "We gotta go!" I tell him and pick him up and drag him away. Soon he's walking on his own. We arrive at a camp with a small fire going. "We need to put him down by the fire" I tell everyone and we start stacking tiny pieces of wood to make a bed or something. What were you supposed to do when someone got stung by a bee? Oh well. "We will not choose this island next time" G tells me.

10.00: Fighting dad with heavy weapons
I'm on a big stage at a consert. There are people everywhere and I know one of the guys playing in the band. He tells me to follow him and I do. We exit the stage through the covers and when I reach the end of the backstage, I see tons of people in a line. It's probably ten people wide, and I can see a line going through it where no one is standing. I spot the guy I was with at the end of the broad line and I jump down and follow him. Halfway through the crowd, someone starts yelling. "It's him!". Everyone goes crazy and starts running towards the star. He runs towards a large field and I get semi-lucid, imagining myself running in huge leaps. I quickly reach the front of the crowd and we run towards a grove of tree's.

I need to hide the key I'm holding. I climb up some rocks and jump through some bushes. I hide the key cleverly and look around. There are long and thin trees all around me, like bamboo. I climb one of them and scout. The dream gets kinda fuzzy from here. I see small miniature monkeys climbing the trees from outside and I bend the trees to smack down on them, killing them. A war breaks out and I fight several people at once, at last the key is stolen and a girl asks me something. I light a lighter and hold it up to the board I hung it on, inspecting it.

I feel like I have to find the key again. I start running towards the middle of the grove and all of a sudden my dad shows up. Oh shit, he's got two of the arms that we were supposed to hide (apparently the key was a robotic arm with huge weapons on it). My dad picks up one of the arms and mounts it on his regular arm. I run upstairs (now at my parents house) and enter my brother's room. There's a guy in terminator armor there and I blast away with my lasercannon. Not much happens until I supercharge it and shove it up under his chin. I fire away and he collapses. My dad enters the room. "You think that will do anything against me?" he asks and starts walking towards me slowly.

I blast his face with my flamethrower and my lasercannon. I aim at his right eye, but he seems to be unaffected. Soon I'm cornered but I dodge under his arms and run down the stairs. I pick up the other arm and it's also got a flamethrower on. My dad shows up and I hold out both my arms, blasting his face with fire and laser. I back away slowly as he's coming at me. I can tell it's working now, his face starts getting sun tanned and some of his skin is coming off, like you get when you've been in the sun for too long. A neighbour shows up and asks my dad something. We stop fighting and he tells him that I was a great boxer back in the days. A blonde girl shows up and picks up my dad's weapons. I start blasting her face with fire and her hair is making it more effective. She gets tanned quickly.

10.00: Amsterdam
I'm on a bus with a few friends and Monica. We're in Amsterdam and I recognise the street as one of the fancier ones. I remember staying at a hotel nearby, and I can see alot of neon signs of casino's and big hotels. We get off at the next stop. We're going to a club and go through a park. I feel safe as I know it's a nice part of town. I hear a plane and look up. It's a steam roller/crane flying on mini wings which are flapping away. "It can do that because it's balanced out" my coworker Snusknicke tells me. It seems logical. I watch it for a while, flying away. Soon we arrive at a club entrance. "New Club" I read on the sign out front, we all enter.

I spot a poster with something like, "We see, you see" on. I figure it's telling us to behave because they're watching us. We arrive in a room with alot of sofa's. My friends have already taken a seat and is talking to eachother and a few other people. The club hasn't opened yet. "Where can I turn in my jacket and these bags?" I ask. I've bought something, no idea what. "Shhhhh!" Eric tells me. "Unless you want to pay alot, just put them behind these sofa's" No way I'm doing that.

10.00: Fragments
*I'm talking to a girl I used to talk to on the phone. Suddenly she's by my side.

*I'm in a grocery store, digging a hole in the floor. Apparently it's turned into soft mud and I am clearing it up. The hole is man-sized and water starts seeping up from the ground. I keep on clearing it, ice chunks floating around. The chef of the place shows up. "Hey, I'll work for you instead, I went to chef's school" I tell him. We laugh and he walks away. I clear the hole up, soon it's only filled with clear water.

10.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements: Nothing

That's it! I'll do a G+C combo tomorrow. IF I can get my fat ass out of bed.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I woke up from an intense dream in the 2nd REM stage that is completely forgotten. The only element I remember was some kind of monster, like a griffin, or a giant blue rooster. I couldn't fall back to sleep for an hour but there was no fear or uneasiness. I tossed and turned.

When I finally fell back to sleep I unintentionally had a W.I.L.D.

I remember thinking that visualizing certain shapes was causing dream quality images to run through my mind. I decided (logically or illogically) that thinking of curved lines was very dream inducing. I was seeing something like parchment with black inked looking curved lines. This gave way into a realistic view from my bed with my eyes open.

Floating in space in front of me was a hand-held flat screen LCD TV. It was flashing various scenes as if flipping through channels. The device looked real and more elegant than any pictures of such devices I've found on Google. My room was dark, true to life, except for the floating LCD.

A slightly cartoon-ish scene. A birds-eye view came on that featured a Rocket Ranger flying through a city full with skyscrapers. I thought cool, I want to enter this scene. I moved slightly closer to screen but then eased back into bed. Instead of entering the scence, several more Rocket Ranger type figures joined the first one and as a group were flying through a modern looking city via jet pack.

My view seemed fixed, with only a slight range of motion. A new scene appeared on the small screen, it was of an old house with a darkened stair case. I thought "this looks interesting" and managed to move my view all the way up to the scene and merged into it.

Now I was standing in a strange old, poorly light house I have never seen before. I was nearby a window and the view was very similar to the one from my grandmothers old attic window. Next to the window was a dresser covered in dust. I looked out and could see green grass and another building with no windows. For some reason I felt I couldn't go outside. I took a close look at the dusty dresser to test the detail level of the dream. It looked extremely real.

Next I decided I wanted to fly along the surface of the walls. I was bodiless (again). I zoomed onto the wall as if from the point of view of an ant. I flew around the walls of this house and hopped across walls and doors. --Things get hazy at this point.

Supplements: Liquid Gel multivitamin and 500mg of vitamin B5