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Dream #1

I sat on a couch in a living room. The living room was dim. My mother may have been in the living room as well. I had a bunch of CDs on the couch with me. I was surprised. There were so many CDs by the artist Gack't. I may have been wondering how I could possibly listen to all these CDs.

I was now in something like a psychologist's office. A female friend of mine (I don't recognize her now) was talking to me as I read a book. The book was some kind of Penguin Classics version of an anthology of essays by great psychologists.

The woman, who was pretty and blonde with pale skin, giggled a little and told me something about what I should be reading in the book.

Dream #2

I went to visit two old friends who I haven't seen in a long time. We were in their living room. The living room was lit only by a fluorescent light from some other room.

My friends and I were sitting at a big dining table that was placed awkwardly in the living room. I was about to go. My female friend said, "Well, I wish you could stay for dinner."

The woman then took out a plastic bottle of some kind of orange color sauce. She squirted the sauce out on the table to write the word "Village" in cursive. The "g" had been written a little wrong, possibly merging with another letter. So I tried to fix it, possibly with a knife.

Dream #3

I was out in a huge, rolling valley of pale tan grass. It was a sunny, clear day. Some "friend" of mine, who was also my family's old dog, was on the slope of a small hill before me.

I saw a hawk. The hawk may have dropped something like a dead animal or torn flesh. The dog seemed interested in this. I turned away and saw another hawk somewhere, possibly on an electric wire (?).

The dog somehow got my attention. I thought it was trying to show me the hawk. I feel like I had somehow lost sight of the hawk, even though I'd still wanted to look at it, and that I'd thought the dog had found it again.

But the dog (standing) showed me (in its handsn not paws) that it had found a dead baby hawk. The baby was bare of feathers and red as blood.

I didn't show interest in the baby hawk. I was kind of annoyed that the dog was so preccupied with finding dead stuff. The dog picked up on my annoyance, threw the dead bird over its shoulder, and ran off.

I started to think about seeing two hawks conceiving a baby. I thought it must be a kind of werid thing to see hawks having sex.

I seemed to have seen two hawks in a grass-floored forest. They were both really big. They appeared to be having sex. I now said in my mind that my mom had actually seen two hawks having sex.

I was in a small room, which I knew was a room in a mental hospital. The floor was slate-grey and the walls were stark white. There was a teenage boy crouched against the wall in the room. The walls were all banged up at the bottom. There was also an old sticker for a 1970s radio station on the wall.

I began telling the boy something about how my mom had seen hawks having sex. Something about this fact was really supposed to show what a brave, strong person my mother was.

I was now floating down along the slope of a mountain. I was honing in on a car at an intersection of a modern road at the foot of the mountain. I was still telling the story to someone, though now it seemed to be a male psychologist.

I didn't want to make my story sound like I did all this good stuff for my mom, because the truth was that I was largely neglectful of her.

I was floating over the road now, possibly over a car. We were headed back into the forest, to some kind of camping style area where there was going to be an event. But when I got to the camping area I saw that theb event was some different event.

There were long tables for about 50 meters, full of different colored t-shirts advertising the event. I picked up one black t-shirt with pink writing on it. I thought it looked pretty cool, and that I might buy it.

I vaguely remember I was a boy in my dream, and I ran off to be a martial artist! It was raining, not quite sure why I couldn't wait for it to be dry. But I guess when you follow your dreams you can't wait!! Was my dream trying to tell me I can't hesitate, perhaps?

10/03/2011 - I went to bed normally last night, at around 11pm.One dream sometime during the night stuck in my mind:
I was in some kind of villa or something we had to leave. Everyone was telling me we had to leave right now but I wanted to clean the place up. There was red dusty dirt all over the floors. I grabbed a broom, it wasn't a normal broom it had some kind of wire on it like a scrubbing brush I tried to sweep the floor with it but it just scratched the tiles. The other people told me to leave it as I am scratching the floor. I grabbed my bags and headed out. We walked out through this other room it was a massive room like a hall or something completely empty, and the floors again were covered in dirt.
I picked up a different broom this time it was a normal one. I headed to the far right corner there was an opened double door there and the view out side was on the edge of a cliff with a beach down below, really nice.
I started sweeping the dirt, for some reason I was sweeping it inside, I thought I should just sweep it out the door. But decided I will sweep all the dirt over to the other door to show the master of the house. As I was sweeping there was a van like a food van you would see at festivals etc, I climbed up on the roof to clean it and there were heaps of fluffy toys up there. All of a sudden there was a crowd of girls, wanting me to throw their toys to them, as I was throwing them down a bunch of other guys climbed up and started throwing them down as well.
Apparently I wasn't being careful enough when I was throwing them and someone told me to be more careful, I thought these are just stuffed toys who cares. I throw a bag with something in it down, the wind catches it and it lands on a cockatoo I think it was a pet. I can see it looks hurt bad it is laying on its side. Everyone is yelling at me. I jump down and go over to it, it is diseased all its feathers are falling out. I pick it up and put my hand on its head it comes back to life but is still weak it looks at me sadly. At this point I wake up, as I am wakening I realise I am dreaming and decide to use telekinesis to heal the bird. I fix its spine but its leg is still broken. I wake up full and feel a bit sad I try and go back into the dream to fix the bird but can not. boo!.

3-5-11

I was living in an old friends house, but instead of him or his family living there it was me and my current roommate. He was asleep upstairs and me and some friends were in the basement just hanging out drinking a bit. I decided why are we drinking so little let's really get wasted like never before. We still had to keep quiet though because my roomate was upstairs and I didn't want to piss him off. After awhile of drinking and chatting I started tripping. Either one of my friends turned into an orange or an orange took human form and I was talking to it. I thought to myself this alcohol doesn't usually make me like this. I sort of knew it was a dream, but just sort of went along with it, what the hell. There was a fridge down there and it was stocked full of food that seemed so delicious. It was my roommates but I ate it anyway feeling kind of bad about it. I figured it's just a dream he'll never know.

The food was great and I really ate a lot. A bunch of people came downstairs and wanted to join us. I said we should take it outside so not to wake the person i live with. So we did. It was daytime when it should have been night. I don't remember much of what occurred outside.

Next thing we are back in the basement. David Spade and a couple other people come down and join the party which I thought was really cool. I'm not a Spade fan or anything, but thought it was so cool to meet him. He was a really normal dude actually.

After I woke up I felt sorry for the friends I was with at the party because they will have no waking recollection of meeting David Spade. lol

3-5-11 Chilling at a friends house with a bunch of people who are also coworkers and friends of mine 5 total including myself. We were doing some fun things, but I don't remember until bad stuff started happening. It was nighttime and we were standing in the house with lights out looking out a large window when we saw a car pull up the long driveway. We all knew it was bad news, but went along with it anyways. The guy came up to the door and we let him in. said he needed a place to stay or something like that. He had a bag and said he had something to give us. He pulled out a gun, not sure what he was looking to gain or steal from us but w/e.

Next thing I remember is we're in the back yard and all of them are hostage. I am out probably 50 meters just acting dead for some reason. I hear about a hundred gunshots and that must be what tipped me off it was a dream. Realizing it was a dream and just lying in the grass I figured I may as well do something. So I ran up to the guy and just sort of laid on top of him. I got shot must have been 10 times in the process, but I considered myself a hero anyways. He escaped not in his car, but on his bike, but it was ok now because he was gone and I saved the day.

I had a false awakening in the hospital with gunshot wounds and the thought in my head that I had somehow saved the day. I had the suspicion that it was a dream. So I just got up and instead of doing lucid dream stuff just went on with life. People weren't as impressed as I had hoped they would be I think.

I woke up and at random times through the day wondered if that actually happened.

3-4-11 These two dreams took place in the same location although I have no idea where because I have never been there in real life. I wish I had wrote it down after I had it because It's already fuzzy to me. Basically I was with some people and we were going to a baseball stadium. We passed through an empty building on the way there and outside the building, stadium in sight was a soccer field. This is where I became lucid for no good reason. We started a game. Since it was just me and 4 decent looking decent who I have no clue who they were we just did some free kicks. I didn't want to let them know I knew I was dreaming for awhile.

After playing the game for awhile we got to talking about stuff sitting on the grass in and outside the goal. I don't remember much of what was discussed but I sure wish I did. Anyways the important part that I do remember is I asked them individually if they knew they were dreaming and all, but one disappeared. Their clothes remained and they had wallets with ID, but I don't recall names or anything. I wish I knew what me and the 'survivor' did, but I don't. I had a brief false awakening followed by an actual awakening and went back to sleep right away.

I ended up in the building mentioned earlier by the soccer field this time with a different set of people. They were talking about some drugs they were trying to get and then again for no real reason I just realized it was a dream. Either me or one of the other DC's said dude just chew some bubble gum it will have the same effect (because it's a dream). Don't remember what else happened. I hope by writing these maybe I can go back to the location and sort of pick up where I left off. I've been really lazy about writing dreams though and wish to get into it more.

I still have faint memories of many dreams from ages 5 until my current dreams at age 20. So since I'm starting this dream journal I'm going to try to conjure up some memories. I didn't realize it until several years ago, but I've always sort of been a lucid dreamer, just not well practiced.

I had many nightmares growing up which I became lucid in and instead of realizing I could change what was happening in the dream world I would either just blink and wake up or continue with the dream which never really ended well. I would often wake up unable to move and with mild visual and auditory hallucinations still happening around me which I now realize was some sort of sleep paralysis. Haven't had that since I was 13 or so though.

One of my most unpleasant dreams I had recurring from my earliest years until I was probably 11 I always knew was a dream, but had no control and was just as terrifying as if it were real. Basically the gist of it or all I remember is being uncontrollably drawn down to my (unfinished all cement(walls and floors)) basement even knowing it was sure doom. Turning the corner into the second room I got sucked into the corner into some form of the fetal position and couldn't breathe. In an instant I see some sort of figure by the water heater and in the same moment the force is right there on me in an evil way and I woke up.

Another recurring dream i remember less about was also basically lucid, but again uncontrolled by me. I float around the house I lived quite rapidly trying to get away from something that is following me and I wake up in terror. I used to know all the details of this one, but it's been awhile. I remember it had a dark purplish-red filter and was 1st and 3rd person at the same time.

I remember other dreams too, but so vaguely now that it might not be worth posting yet.

2 years now since I left the town where I grew up and I still have dreams there on a regular basis. There is a definite positive though - It is often an obvious dream sign and a way to get lucid. I've been to that town 5 days in the last 2 years so I've trained my brain to realize if I'm there then it's a 99% chance of a dream.

Still I can't always get lucid there. The brain has clever tricks to make you think there's a reason for your presence. The reason I'm really writing this isn't because of any specific dream, but just a general note to myself that if I am ever in a place I no longer live chances are I am dreaming. It's a good rule of thumb for others to follow as well. whenever you leave town or go to a different location increase reality check frequency.

3-4-11 This dream takes place in what I thought to be a catholic church. I came to this conclusion due to the gothic architecture, alter, and priests attire. I don't attend any church irl. Standouts of this dream is that in the center of the church there was a pillar of some sort with microphones on it and some annoying kids kept going over there and making noises. The priest blamed this on nonexistent software a group I was a part of (before it closed) created. Apparently the same technology was used to disrupt Steelers football games a few years ago. Somebody in the row behind me asked me where I work and I told him. Upon waking up I had a bad feeling about giving him the information (maybe he's out to get me or something(maybe he's a real life person... idk))

Then out of nowhere when the priest is talking all of his lecture Barack Obama comes out from the stage or whatever you would call it and scurries out the side door. You can see him running away through the side door and everyone is so distracted by it. Then the priest says something and everybody turns there attention back to him. He is wearing a Barack Obama mask. Nobody noticed him put it on because they were focused on the real Barack Obama. There is something very evil and sinister about what he did that might have some meaning to it.

I attempted to use the mantra technique to start exercising my dream recall. I used the phrase "I will control and remember my dreams tonight." While this dream is not lucid i was able to recall what i would assume was my first dream of the night since i looked at my clock before going to bed. Estimating the time I think i laid awake reciting the mantra before falling asleep, when i awoke the clock was about three hours from when i previously looked at it. Well... here it is, exactly as it is written down on the notepad i was using in the dark barely half awake.

"I dreamed i was at war with myself, in the dream i was constantly waking up trying to establish control over both parts, One of the keys to this was a man who could teleport through dream states."

Of course you can imagine that this made it hard to track him through the different awakenings! But back to the notepad...

"I do not know how he was involved, I was at some point attempting to do so but forgot or was injured"

I assume i meant that i was trying to figure out who he was or some thing, but i digress back to the notebook!

"Somehow he wanted me to stop so he took my wife of a different dream state and threatened to kill her if i continued searching for how to control the or travel the dream states. He threatened to do this with a method called Chemically Prevent on Disconnect. I believed this in the dream to mean somehow he would effectively prevent me from remembering or give me memory loss or something."

Shortly there after i awoke. Through out the night i remember having other dreams but they were all centered around the same thing and unfortunately upon awaking from each dream i did not remember to write on the note pad.

3-8-11 Outside of work on my way to NS I look to my left (south) and in broad daylight see the moon. It is almost a full moon and far larger than it should be. I stare in awe. There is a huge blue splotch on it as if it was an ocean of water, but that didn't occur to me during the dream. The eclipsed part of the moon is pitch black instead of being see through. The sun is out at the same time, but I never looked at it.

I see a coworker taking out trash and ask if he's seen the moon So I show him. We lay in a grassy area in awe and eventually a large crowd is around us. Somebody in the crowd was unimpressed and it led everyone to be equally unimpressed. I lost focus on the moon and couldn't find it for a minute because it wasn't in the same location. It is now in the east and extremely large. It is also partially transparent and you can see the mountain range in the background. There isn't blue on the moon now but red. I think to myself it would be a great picture but I didn't pull out my camera. By now much of the crowd has left. And that's all I remember before waking up.

I deam about the moon very often.

I am at school, inside my classroom, i feel like something is wrong, and i become semi lucid,. I walk around the class, slightly fully lucid, i examine everything, the pupils, and my teacher was a man,. which was odd because my teacher was a woman. then his began to morph around in different ways.

I went to sleep at around 10:30 AM and woke at 7:30PM.
The only things I recall about my dream are flying too close to the sun and fighting with staves.
While fighting with the staff, it started out as a serious, life or death battle. But then it became a lesson. My staff was short and hooked at one end. Eventually, I switched to a bigger one, yet it was more unwieldy and shaped like a branch with knots and a couple twists.
I kept thinking about flying away from the battle and at one point I did. But I flew out of control and got too close to the sun. It wasn't hot, just bright to point of being painful. I told myself "down" and made the hand gesture and eventually I lowered.
I was fighting in a garden area. There were signs posted about someone stealing the carrot crop.
That's it.

I think playing Fantasy Kingdoms on Facebook and Dragon Quest on the DSi before going to sleep inspired the dreams. The only part I'm uncertain about is the bit about the sun.

In yesterday's dream, I figured out what the lighter meant. It's nothing serious I only want some hot, passionate sex

I will most likely be awake until day after tomorrow. I have court twice tomorrow- once in the morning, once in the afternoon.
I'm resorting to self-injury to help deal with the stress of it all. I'm surprised my dreams haven't reflected that yet.

Yep, autosuggestion works.

Victor, somebody (I have a feeling it was my former employer) and Charles' dad were driving an ambulance. They played Apocalyptica in it and for some reason I was in it. I drank some lemonade that I assume was theirs. They drove me to my first school, where I met my current class and had to write a test, according to my religion teacher. I just followed one of my friends to the class where we were supposed to write it. I went to the back and sat down.

In another part of the dream, I was chatting with Sandra over the internet. I can't remember much but for some reason I think we spoke about ice bears. Anyway she logged out after a while. And then sent me a message. Can't remember what it was.

The last part of the dream that I can remember, was in a Minecraft world. There was a huge lake. Then a bunch of military planes showed up and bombed the shit out of the Minecraft world, creating a huge hole/crater where all the water started flowing to. Yeah, still Minecraft dreams...

I completed the basic task although very poorly.

I slip in and out of dreams all morning and become lucid when I realize a really attractice women I don't know is swimming in a pool in my backyard. I begin walking to my fridge to compelte the b-TotM but lose vision. I remain still and the dream reforms.

I again start walking to the house and the fridge and out of the corner of my eye I see a small garden behind the pool sort of. I find an apple growing on a vine and some carrots. I take a bite of the apple and its not juicy or very good. It is real dry. I wake up