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had this dream a while ago in the summer. At the beginning I was at my College and was thinking what made me tick when I say a white rabbit (THE WHITE RABBIT). my friends were caterpillar, the Mad Hatter and the dormouse and the Queen of Hearts. My sis's dog was in it as a Cheshire dog to take place of the cat.

In the dream Some girls who are a year younger then me wanted to say "sorry" for bullying me when we were younger so they invited me to this big fancy place which was kind of creepy But had too few bedrooms. In the dream I discovered a black-light puppet (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_light, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_light_puppet) haunted house in the basement of the house we were staying in. Somewhere in this pretend haunted house part one of us discovered a note which I have now forgotten except for these 2 things:"Find a man with an eye patch and a wooden leg" with 2 non-related by blood daughters , stand on the Lucifer's foot, etc" which gave directions to some treasure. We found the man with the 2 non-related daughters and he was creepy. I discovered that above one black light leg w/ foot was a staircase leading up to a bed room I was suppose to share with 3/4 other people (there were 3 beds) I used the stairs to get to the bedroom and it was like the 2 other girls who went to bed early then the rest of us thought it was morning well the rest of us claimed it was night.

I was first I was dreaming about a friend of mine who is a boy and was teaching him about the 6 wives of King Henry VIII (well after we were discussing life after marriage). Then poof!!! I was in another dream and came to a landing of some rickety stairs, some one gave me chocolate covered snack and he/she (I couldn't tell they were wearing a ski mask) tied me up and I must have fallen asleep (in the dream) or something because the next think I know was I was tied up on a train in a freight car filled with Sims 3 Expansion packs (a computer video game). I couldn't tell if I was gagged or not. But I was able to get myself out of the ropes I was in. and I found the door to open the freight car to the outside. I opened the door and jumped. My dream went over to my friends who were looking for me since we were planning to go to Disneyland. (2 have brown hair , & the 2 others have blond hair ). Then it went back to me. I meet a nice young man (who looked like an older 20s version of the friend who's a boy) who helped me back to wherever the train has started its journey on Motorcycle.

This is the 3rd time I had a dream that involved my friends. Last time I had a dream it was Alice in Wonderland except I was the Alice and the "wonderland" was inside

I was someone (don't know where) and in my dream the items were: coins, washroom, Chinese food, old school acquaintances and Pop vending machines.

and sometimes there were 2 mes ( the dream self me and me, me and yes I was aware I was dream) and sometimes there was only one me and during the one me times I was seeing through my dream self eyes
I was somewhere a super mall probably like the one out West here in Canada. I don't know which order it went in but in part of my dream I was swimming (I think- all I saw was me being dripping wet) another part was ordering Chinese food (dumplings) http://ricecakeconfessional.files.wo.../dumplings.jpg from a cafeteria, and for a brief second saw the inside of a Pop vending machine. (Note: I never used a vending machine in my life.) and in the washroom there were 2 school mates from my elementary school (one who I haven't since since the closing ceremony of our elementary school after my class has graduated- is a child of a local meat empire in Canada or at least in Ontario and is short very short, the other school mate in the dream is average size and I haven't see her since 1st day of High school, and If I remember correctly they both had blond hair ) . Also in the washroom was something to do with water but it wasn't either: sink or toilet or a fountain but something else. and I kept trying to do a trick with water but the coins kept dropping from my hand into the water. In part of the dream I got a pop from a pop vending machine.

This is my first Lucid! Although it didn't go as well as I'd hoped.

I woke up and did a nose RC, I was a little surprsed and scared I could breathe. As I did it I could remember once in a dream I did the nose RC and I could breathe, so I just presumed I was doing it wrong. I also remembered writing that in DV in real life. So I got memory of a previous dream and of real life in my lucid. Anyway, at first and I didn't beleive it was a dream, everything was so real. I got up an went downstairs, a little excited. I was losing lucidity and vividness at this point, so I started rubbing my hands together and against the door. It worked.

Then mum asked me to stay with my little sister, as she was going somewhere. I said no. She got really angry. It was boring at home and there wasn't really anything fun to do so I decided to try flying. I went over to the window, thought about smashing it open, but doubted wether I was dreaming or not, so just opened it instead, climbed out. From the window I tried to do a jump and fly. It didn't work.

I was a little worried now because I was wondering wether I was actually dreaming, so I did another nose RC I could still breathe. Again I was surprised how real everything seemed. So I went back to the front door. Then I woke up.

Pretty anoyed about the dream but surprised how real it felt and happy I got my first lucid dream! It was a WBTB. I think it must have only been about 20 minutes, unless I looked at the dream clock when I was checking the time.

Visiting my Old College

I am in the parking lot of the community college that I used to attend. I decide to go in and check the place out, not really having an excuse. I walk into the lobby, and say hello to the receptionist who I used to know. There are two ladies sitting behind the desk who barely notice me, so I say hello again. They look up, but don't seem to recognize me.

I walk down the hallway, which is full of people. Classes are letting out, I think. I don't even consider the possibilit that this is a dream, even though it is one of my most common dreamsigns. Down the hallway to my right is my old boss, whom I used to work for while I attended classes at this college. I don't feel like talking to him or anyone I used to know for some reason, so I walk the other way and try to blend in with the crowd.

Recall was really low the day before yesterday, and yesterday I only managed to write out one dream before bed. It was interesting but not solid enough for me to want to type up on the computer.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.07.2011

Song Assignment (Non-lucid)

We have to chose a song to turn in to the teacher at (my old) school, *Miss L. I randomly choose what's on, 'Sonne' by Rammstein. I'm called over to her in school in the back of the classroom and asked what I wanted to convey. I admit I just chose what was on.

She goes to the front of the class and turns on a stereo - it's all Rammstein songs, including 'Pussy'. I see C nearby moving her lips along to the lyrics.

Miss L says some stuff about how others have chosen Rammstein and probably something about how it was a bad choice. I could just feel her looking down on me. When she starts to say 'if some of you are fans' while holding up freezy cups with Rammstein stuff on them and other merchandise, at least five people raise their hands a bit (inlcuding C and J) but Miss L isn't paying attention.

- When I first got to school I realized that I'd forgotten my binder with pen and paper, and when I went to see if I had any in my locker, that I had no key to get into it. In class, J turns around and passes a stack of paper, the kind I used as a child to practice handwriting on. I take two and pass them back, saying "have some paper" or something like that. I somehow end up with a few utensils to write with too.

- Someone starts to defend me around when Miss L asked why I chose the song. After, Miss L drops my CD with the song on it into a trashcan with a black trashbag.

- I remember hearing her play the song throughout class because she paused it a few times as I was tuning in.

- I remember wondering how everyone got their songs to school. Surely not everyone had CD's or iPod's or whatever. I wondered how I got my song there, briefly considering my iPod (this might have been before Miss L threw my CD away).

- Around when she was obviously looking down on my choice, I wondered what I should have brung. Tori Amos? (One of her songs played in my head then.) What would I say when she asked why? All I could think was because she was my favorite. Isn't it kind of too personal to even want to tell her anything (for everyone)?

*Old gym teacher.

Esperanto Verbs (Non-lucid)

Looking through a list (row) of verbs trying to find a specific one.

Note: I went to bed with this on my mind.

I struggled to get back to sleep after writing my other dreams down, so I wasn’t surprised when I heard my alarm go off. I got out of bed with no further dream recall, wandered into the bathroom, and saw Nicole’s dad staring at the shower curtain. For some reason, I thought I had time to shower before heading back to my dorm. I understood that there was a leak in the shower faucet recently.

“Is it working?” I asked Phil. He nodded.

“What, are you planning on taking a shower?” He said something else, but I didn’t quite catch it. I unclothed myself in a few seconds. Immediately, I remembered the door was still open. Was he coming back? I grabbed a towel off the wall to cover myself just in case. What was I going to wear? There were pants in the bathroom, but I quickly realized they were Nicole’s… They didn’t look like any she owned, but they were the right size. I didn’t have anything to wear except the clothes on my back. I supposed I could just wear those back to Nicole’s room and change after the shower. I closed the door. As I looked up at the mirror, I scrunched my eyebrows. There was a bed in the mirror. The door was still closed, so I knew I wasn’t seeing another room. I looked behind me in disbelief and found nothing but a white wall. The bed was still in the mirror when I looked back. I laughed as I realized what this meant. I looked at my right hand. Even though the hand was perfectly normal, I knew I was dreaming.

I walked out of the bathroom (still naked, but now unashamed of my nudity) and made my way into Nicole’s room. Maybe if she was dreaming, I could contact her and have a shared dream! A lucid shared dream would be a great start to my week. I stood at the end of her bed, observing that she was sleeping in the dream, too. I tried speaking to her telepathically. She didn’t seem to hear. Hm… I figured I would try communicating the “normal” way.

“Hey!” I shouted – except not really. My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. For fairies’ sake, not this garbage, I thought. I rubbed my hands together, swallowed, and tried again. “Hey, Nicole!” It didn’t help my voice much (just made the phlegm in there drain), but the dream was less unstable. I decided to confidently continue shouting until the dream gave in and let me project my voice. I didn’t want to let a little loss of dream control hamper my experience. Nicole rolled over in bed as I continued shouting at her. She murmured something in her sleep – how cute. “Nicole, wake up! This is a dream!” I laughed at the irony of telling her to wake up when I wanted her to partake in the dream with me… “Get out of bed!”

At this point, I thought about how well the dream was holding up despite being so late in the morning. Usually, by the sixth hour or so of sleep, my dreams are kind of unstable – much like those early in the night. Thinking about it was a mistake; the dream began rapidly fading, and although I rubbed my hands together to try to stabilize it, there was little I could do. When it collapsed, I waited a few moments for another dream to begin, but I realized I couldn’t have much time before I was supposed to wake up anyway, so I decided to get up.

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm on a road made of mud. It comes up to my ankles, and the air carries a light scent of hay. A fence runs along to my left.

I walk alongside the fence. Soon I come to a large stable. There are only guys here. Suits me. They're taking out horses and tack.

"Hey!" I call to one of them. "Hey, how much is it for a lesson here?" I want to change stables. This one looks as though it would suit me perfectly.

The person I called to turns around and looks me over. The other people study me, slight smiles on their faces. They look very arrogant. I keep myself standing straight, chin raised slightly, holding their gazes.

Finally, one of them says "£28 per hour."

I scoff. That was almost twice as much as I usually pay. "Well if you don't like it," he said, "you can go find somewhere else."

I turn, about to leave. Then I stop, and turn back. "No," I walk up to one of the horses, "I'll stay."

People carry on with their business.

I went to bed with the intention of becoming lucid, but it didn't work. However, I did dream lots and lots about marijuana. My friend J and I were trying to get high. We drove somewhere, found my fiance and his mom and we smoked. Then all of us had to be very careful driving home, I guess I was a little drunk too, cause I was worried about the cops cause I'm underage. There were cops pulling people over everywhere for the littlest things. They must've been bored, is what we thought.

The next thing I remember was my fiances mom asking us how we decided to get married.

I am in the locker room at some high school with an old friend, We need to get changed for class but, I can't find anything that is right, I pull out my blue fuzzy fashion boa out of what I suppose is my locker, and I put it on over my head, There is no sleeves and i look like I am going to a 1930's party decked out in fur, I am supposing that I participated in the gym class with this attire since next thing I remember is walking down the field back toward the school, She tells me that the fashion boa was good for gym class, But not for school, At this point, I realize I am dreaming and find it funny that it actually would be far less appropriate for gym as it could expose me naked anytime, I try to continue on with the dream but, I struggle and everything goes black until the morning.

Well this one was certainly strange.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Something about a castle. I’m either trying to get in, or am barricaded inside. Others are trying to breach the walls. I’m not sure whether I’m helping them or trying to fend them off. At some point I enlist the aid of Jesse Ventura. He arrives carrying a large minigun, like the one he used in Predator, and is chewing a wad of Red Man tobacco.

The walls are breached and I am atop one of the castle’s parapets with two gentlemen in black suits and ties and Jesse Ventura. Jesse is wearing a sleeveless denim vest and has his large gun lying across his lap. He spits on the ground every so often. As I myself dip on occasion, I ask him for a plug.

There appears to be a civil disagreement between Jesse and myself on one side and the two gentlemen in the suits on the other. Civility is lost at one point when one of the men in the suits removes a handgun from his under his jacket and shoots Jesse in the shoulder. Jesse falls down and does not move again. I recall thinking it was odd that he would die instantly from a bullet to the shoulder.

A flying saucer crashes into the side of the castle and we are all jarred.

Next I am running down a dirt road away from the castle, surrounded by other people. I keep looking over my shoulder and seeing a large flying disc hovering over the castle. In my dream, the disk appears as if it was drawn with a pencil and thus does not seem all there. It occasionally fires a red beam from its center into the castle, causing parts of the castle to explode each time.

I was told to record this as I would any typical dream, so I will – but I must note that it took place on the boundary between falling asleep and standard “dreams,” so I’m not sure exactly when I fell asleep during this or if I did at all. Rather than making a judgment, I’ll just categorize it as a threshold experience for the time being.

As I went to sleep, I spoke telepathically to the dream itself – the core from which dreams arise – and asked it to help me better understand myself and my intentions. The dream replied; it said that it would show me again as it had the night before, but I would probably forget. It implied that we had this conversation several times in the past, and I always forgot it. That’s a little embarrassing given how well my dream recall usually works, but I confessed that I rarely remembered much of the threshold experience. Even now, I’m sure I forgot some of it, but I remember the parts that were emphasized (I think). Before continuing, the voice explained that I would learn much of what I wished to discover through dreams. I felt that this would begin immediately.

The speaking dream showed me various scenes of shadowy versions of myself holding swords. Like mine, the voice explained, these were false swords. None of us could understand Apheri because none of us had truly attempted to. I tried to draw Apheri to get a close look at her, but the hilt came up by itself. What the…? I asked why, and the voice said I wasn’t fit to hold her. I had ignored Tegatus and Phaedra’s request, it said, by treating Apheri like a normal sword. It took me back to the room in which I defeated Lusark Decidies recently in another dream. I saw my body move on its own, cutting through zombie-like people with brightly colored hair. It seemed only natural to me that I was using Apheri in this dream.

“Are you cutting with Apheri?” the voice asked, getting right to the heart of my thoughts. I replied with a general feeling of agreement. I was using the sword I always carried, wasn’t it? What else could it be? “You miss the point. Any sword can cut. In this world, you can also cut. These are empty cuts. When Apheri cuts, she understands. She feels the cut and acknowledges it. You just cut for the sake of cutting.” These words, if you’ll pardon the pun, cut me to the core – at least, what I perceived as me. I was beginning to sense that “me” was just another version of something more important… I tried drawing Apheri again. The scene became a cavern with sinewy bones in the walls. I pulled up the bladeless hilt again. Cripes.

“What do I have to do?” I asked.



“Understand her. First of all, she is not just a sword. Would you like to hear Apheri’s story?” The voice repeated its question when I didn’t answer right away. I thought I knew the story. She was created by Tegatus, wasn’t she? I agreed to hear it and was whisked away to a small planet. “Small enough that a thousand people would exhaust its resources,” the voice observed, commenting on my thoughts. The vegetation was lush, the oceans were an unmarred blue, and the night sky was alive with starlight. I saw Apheri floating in the air above a hill nearby. I tried to run to her, but a hand stopped me. When I looked at the man guiding me, I saw that he glowed intensely. I couldn’t discern what he looked like, but it wasn’t important. I watched Apheri as he told me of her talent at channeling the life energy of everything around her – not stealing it, but thriving on it. She began to spin, and then she glowed with the same white light as my storyteller’s dream body. She transformed into a long, black staff. I’ll just draw it and put a picture in… Basically, the Golden Hexagram is circumscribed within a circle at the top of the staff, and there are two handles jutting out below the base of the circle for a handhold. The bottom portion removes to reveal the blade. When I say long, I mean it – this blade was much longer than I ever imagined Apheri could be, and yet, I could sense that this form was more familiar. This was my Apheri! And yet, the voice laughed and called me a fool for going so long without realizing I knew nothing about her. I would forget again anyway, it laughed. Embarrassed again, I resolutely announced that I would not forget!

“You said that last night,” it said. I felt a little less confident, but I refocused my attention and listened. Apheri was always intended to be the life-bringer’s sword, the voice told me. I was justly accused of forgetting the deep meaning of my own name and the language from which it comes. A bunch of symbols appeared in the air as the scene faded to darkness. They were like Daedric letters, but different… I recognized them faintly. The voice told me I would have to obtain Apheri both in dreams and waking. I might have to craft her myself, the voice said. Obviously, I doubted my ability to do so – I’m an electrical engineering student, not a blacksmith. It suggested that I make arrangements with someone more talented. I wouldn’t regret the cost, it promised. Linking the two realities was extremely important. I thought of something Reece Jones said in a video a while ago about a similar concept. Then, too, I knew I had to find Apheri, but I didn’t pursue it very far. My eyes began to tear up as I wrote this in my pencil and paper dream journal. What I feel when I picture my sword now is incredible. I can’t imagine using such a long sword… How would I even hold that if not for dream physics? The voice spoke again, warning me to focus. I felt Nicole stir in bed beside me, and I woke up most of the way. The voice urged me to focus again as I closed my eyes. Sadly, I don’t remember anything after that.

In only a emotional sense this being was unlike me, I am more of fighter than a flightier. Now that you say what you have said, I believe this maybe my fear of the future, That I won't get into a good college, Get a good job, etc. that is the only thing I think I am afraid of, is failure. He looked to be young, As he ran so fast. This whole time I have felt it to be a he, But doing more meditation on this creature, It did have female traits, Such as, The language it spoke, was like a female banshee scream but yet the demeanor was very masculine. After this all, I think the dream symbolized the confusion about who I am, what I want to be, and Where I want to go in life.

It's dark. I see a small dirt road. On both sides, following the road, there is a fence. I'm at a bus stop. A small bus arrives and I enter it. I get down a little further ahead and walk into this building. I go up to the second floor and see a man behind the counter. I don't know who he is, but I give to him my curriculum vitae, because i'm looking for a job. I then get out of the building and don't know if I go left and to where I was before or right. I go right. Eventually I reach this highway. I then decide to go back, i'm a little afraid now, because i'm alone here. On the way back, i see this car, stopped. There is a couple inside. I can also see a children on the backseat. But I try not to pay much attention and keep going back. I then see the bus stop which I was before, and keep going back. I find this hotel/hostel and decide to go in. I look some photos of people who were there before. There aren't many.