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October 24, 2010

Synopsis: A nightmare is trapped in the back of my house. Later, I become lucid and sing silly songs to praise my subconscious because dreaming is so awesome. After wards, a DC tells me I have to wake up, and acts as if he has authority over me!

Note: The other night I was thinking about how I should recognize that there is ANOTHER part of me that's really creating the dream. And that I need to give up this idea that my conscious self controls or creates the dream.

A Nightmare Trapped
I had a nightmare. Actually, I don't remember the nightmare. I only had vague impressions of it when I woke up. I remembered that several family members were involved, including my cousin cheskie. There was a female demon. And something creepy and gross involving human body parts.

I remember me and my cousin were trying to get away, but we didn't get far. This part of the dream actually felt long!

Later on, everyone is just chilling in the living room. When suddenly one of men starts throwing up! Being vomit-phobic, I quickly run out of the living room (and so do some of the younger cousins). He's running for the bathroom, holding his mouth! akljaal! He's gonna throw up on me, so I need to get further away from him.

I end up running to my bedroom. Then I regret doing that. Because the nightmare is trapped in the back of my apartment. The entire back half of the apartment is dark, with strange glowing lights. And a weird metal box, which I assumed the demon was in.

I don't remember what happens next, but I think I run out of the room and keep running all the way out of the apartment

Lucid and Singing to my Subconscious!
(cheese!)
The sun is shining and I'm lucid!!

I run across brick red roof tops, with another DC following me as a friend. From the roof tops, I leap towards a tree, and fly through its branches and green leaves. It felt nice to simply be lucid. I wish I remembered my lucid goals, but I didn't.

I ran around a ghetto looking suburbia. Me and my DC friend hid in someone's front yard, protected with a tall chain link fence. When the owner comes home we realize we've been spotted, and like little kids we run for it! I fly out a breech in the chain-link fence, and continue flying down the street.

I see a big building, it looks interesting so I go inside. It turns out to be some lame supermarket, filled with cheese and bored employees.

Usually I would think this is lame and look for a new dreamscape. But last night I was on a lucid high, and thought "wow! my subconscious made all of these details?". So I walked around in a lucid high just admiring all the random details of this boring supermarket.

Hidden in one of the isles was the tiniest little succulent I've ever seen! Complete in an equally tiny terracotta pot.




I held the tiny thing in my palm and thought..."Its perfect!". My subconscious didn't miss anything. It was green and plump the way any succulent should be.

At that point I start to praise my subconscious for having such creative abilities exceeding my conscious self. I started to sing a silly rhyme, somehow I managed to rhyme processed milk and manufactured cheese in the same sentence.

I can't sing worth anything and my rhyme was dumb! Even I knew it was dumb when I was dreaming

But to my happy surprise, suddenly all the bored looking employees break out in dance, and all together they chorus and repeat my rhyme. That was fun! I stay rhyming and singing to my subconscious for a few minutes.

Until I ran out of things to rhyme processed milk and cheese with

Once I stopped singing, the DCs went back to their boring routine as if nothing happened.

Before leaving, I wanna try it again! Ahem- I have to clear my throat and my voice cracks as I come up with some silly rhyme. All is quiet, and then, the entire store mirrored back my rhyme in perfect melody! Woah!

Happy and still lucid, I go outside and climb the big tree. I think how fun it would be to have monkey feet while climbing this tree, and like magic, I had monkey feet (I think at some point I took off my shoes). Then I try doing back flips, but I just ending up floating backwards instead.

Suddenly a strange DC comes up to me, behind him was a group of aggressive looking men. I think I recognize this DC as a repeating DC, a not so nice one. He's a tall skinny black man, usually wearing a business suite. And he's always a jerk to me!

He tells something I don't remember. But I remember him telling me "So now that you've learned what you were supposed to learn from this dream, its time to wake up."

What? Wake up? End my lucid adventure?

"No! I don't want to wake up, I'm having too much fun."

"Fine, I'll give you an extra minute and a half. And then, I'm ending the dream."

Who is he to tell me that he's ending MY dream? He starts counting "1.....2.....3......"

Oh man! I run down the street, determined to get far away from this jerk and prolong my dream instead. He sends his minions after me, but they can't keep up with my speed.

I wasn't worried about his minions. I was worried about his counting. Actually, it started to completely freak me out o_O. I didn't matter how far or how fast I went, his voice was still there, right behind me. Right in the back of my head!

As if there is no physical space dividing me and this DC, who positions himself to be able to end my dream.

I duck behind a bush and crawl into the thicket, losing the two boys. I can hear the men looking for me. I panic! What should I do? All the other DCs had voices that come from a distance, even far away if they were far away. But not this DC.

The men get closer to me, scared that they would try to bring me back to the strange DC, I decided this dream ain't worth it, and wake myself up

It was 6:30 am, hours before I needed to wake up!

No dreams tonight, even though I put in a good effort and meditation. Oh well, next night will be better. I have one vague fragment:

fragment
Giving away tickets at work.

24.10.2010

Networks (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Stretched out against a vast, black aether, they weave and twist about, branching down into unfathomable depths. At the head, a name for each: Walms, Naiya, Raven, and so many more. Delving down, I explore their reaches. The expanse below Walms' is the largest by far, and twines itself about the others more and more the deeper I go. Naiya's is closest to Walms', their trees the largest, while Raven's name is drifting, slowly pulling away from the others.

The scene shifts into a game of conquest, and here I find MoSh, willingly under the control of a female presence I never get to see. She guides him well; his troop placements are precise, his movements coordinated. I find myself under pressure. . .

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The dark conference room, with its expensive wooden tables and high-backed chairs lined up against the walls, is deserted. Making my way to a table across the room, the other High Aide walks in, aghast.

“They're not here,” she sounds frustrated.

“No. It's not like Congress to be here in a time of crisis. I expect they're safe somewhere, probably out of country.”

“Point taken, but that still leaves us. The enemy is descending upon us, as you well know, but what are we supposed to do about it?”

“Keep things under control,” I pick up a pink slip of paper with several ornate signatures scrawled across it. “A standing order,” I tell my coworker.

“What does it say?” the other Aide asks quietly.

“We have to evacuate.”

“Then let's get out of here. . .”

We walk through the white-walled building, all the way to the heavily populated atrium. A commotion erupts upon our arrival, and I drop the book I wasn't carrying moments ago. Stepping on it, I notice there's something under it. . . is that?

“NOBODY MOVE!” A man in a black leather jacket and slacks steps out in front of me, back turned, left arm locked around a secretary, right hand handed aiming a gun at her head. Just like the one beneath my book. I scoot backwards, dragging the book and gun underfoot, taken aback by the occurrence. Why would terrorists be attacking the House at a time like this. No one is here, except us two. Slightly dumbfounded, and fearing for my own safety, it takes me a moment to realize the man doesn't know I'm behind him.

Reaching down, I grab the gun; it's an old five shot revolver, I'm not really sure on the make. I point the weapon at the man's back and move slowly, silently forward. Putting up my other hand to steady the shot. . .

BANG!

A hole appears in the back of his jacket, followed by blood. He slumps to the ground, dead, but he's not alone. His accomplice comes at me from the left, swiftly. I try to aim the gun at him, but my hands are shaking too violently. A shot rings out, and a bullet wizzes by my head, tousling my hair. I fire wildly, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG. Each shot either goes wide or spirals out of control, missing the mark. The accomplice fires back at me four times. One miss, two miss, three miss. . .

THMP.

The bullet rips through my chest and my mouth opens in shock, spitting up blood. I stagger for a moment before my eyes go wild and I look at my killer with a maniacal glint. I let him know, “I can regen, mother fucker!” I charge him, quickly regenerating the wound in my chest, pushing out the hot lead. Pointing my empty gun at him, I demand his weapon. He hands it to me, terrified; it's got one shot left. I put it against his head, and he whimpers like a puppy. As I pull the trigger, I grimace as. . . the shot bounces off his skull?

The anticlimactic ending stifles my rage, and the two of us have a chat. “You know the only people of any importance here right now are the High Aides, right?” I ask him.

“Oh, really. . ? Well, we should have figured as much with Rob moving in on Cambodia [Kaomea?] in the west.”

“Yeah, I still have to let the Adamarill know.”

“Admiral?”

“That's what I said.”

Another shift and I'm streaming a video of Galactica's CIC. Starbuck let's Adama know the current situation, and I can't help noticing the HAL eye at the bottom of the screen. I remember that signifies this is one of my Dream Journal Entry. Wait a second. . .

My phone rings.

Rave Fight (FRAG)

This one was real choppy. Went to a rave sober. Frank was rolling. I had to use my knives at one point so i pulled my folding dagger out my pocket but it wouldn't cut what I needed it to. I was pissed so I got out my other knife and that one worked. I remember whatever room we were in was full of members of some sort of cult or something...

Note: This was another night of all fragments, so here is what I can remember from the fragmented dreams.

Looking for WHO?
I was in a forest, I'm not sure how I managed to get there, but I was spontaneously lucid… or most likely I had become lucid before my memories of the dream begin. I was eating an apple and thinking it tasted exceptionally good, almost like a caramel apple, but there was no caramel on it. I turned around to follow a path that I thought led back to my place, but there were three people blocking my path. Two men and a woman who had a look to them that said they thought they were better than everyone else. Of course this gave me an immediate dislike of them. One of the men, one with dark hair slicked back against his head in such a way that it looked like one solid oily mass, said he would have me tell him where they could find Makarthos… wtf? I told him I had absolutely no idea who they were talking about, which was true. The woman said I spoke the truth. The man sighed, I looked to keep track of the other man, and it looked like he was standing lookout for something. The man said he would have me tell him where… Walms… could be found. I said I know no Walms, but the woman said I was lying. The man asked again where Walms could be found, I said I had absolutely no idea… the woman said that was truthful… I asked why they were looking for Walms. My question was ignored, the man said since I have a bit of Walms' energy in me, I could surely locate him. I said I do not know the location of anyone using that energy form, let alone Walms. The woman said I was being truthful. The man grumbled an expletive and then said they should go, Makarthos had to be somewhere close. All three of them disappeared, leaving me wondering who the hell they were.

Healing by Proxy
I was in MoSh's inner world with MoSh, Asuka, and Kaomea, I was lucid, and I knew my goal there was to transfer some healing spells to Kaomea, which she had requested I do. I told Kaomea that often times using healing spells was the best way to learn them, so if she was up for it, we could go to a place where both a soul healing and a physical healing would be needed. She agreed, so I opened a portal while focused on finding a Callisto from the television show "Xena: Warrior Princess" who needed healing. I trusted my tracking to find an appropriate version of Callisto. Kaomea and I went through the portal into a forest where I spotted Callisto hiding behind some trees, looking in the opposite direction. We went silently over behind her where I looked where she was looking. There was a woman near a small house that Callisto was watching, I heard her mutter something about taking away everyone Xena had ever loved… I got Callisto's attention, she turned around with a start, apparently surprised that there was someone there. Callisto pulled out her sword, but when she did I noticed that she was only able to use her right arm, her left arm looked quite badly wounded. She told us to stay out of the way, she could take a couple unarmed travelers with just one arm. I ignored Callisto's comment and told Kaomea to do the healing spell, I would focus the energy through her to show her how to use it. So I focused the spell Touch My Heart through Kaomea to Callisto. It's not the usual healing spell I use on different versions of Callisto, but I felt it would work, and it has more uses than the one I usually use which is Until it Sleeps by Metallica. I could tell the dark energy had been cleared from Callisto, but she was still physically wounded. I told her we would heal that wound, it looked like it was becoming infected. Now free of the dark energy, Callisto allowed us to use Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack to heal her physical wound. Again, I focused the energy, but directed it through Kaomea so she could be the one to do it.

Must Save Kitty!!!
I was sitting in a classroom, it was a normal classroom like many others I have been in, though it was clearly not my normal school. I also didn't see anyone I knew in the class, but none of this seemed unusual at the time. The instructor was lecturing in front of the class, I felt a distinct dislike of him, but I wasn't thinking of any particular reason why I would be angry at him. He was teaching biology, talking about internal organs of mammals, which I was not finding at all interesting. I was thinking it would be fun to disrupt this class with a display of TK… too bad I couldn't do that… The instructor told everyone to gather around. He had a sedated cat on his desk now, and he was preparing to dissect it! No way! I told him the idea of doing that was sick and disgusting, he said if I was offended I was free to leave early, but study internal organs of mammals in the book for the test. I said I would leave… and so would the cat, at which point I grabbed the sleeping kitty and ran out of the classroom with it. It seemed everyone was after me, saying they wanted to dissect the cat, which was about to make me physically sick. I turned around and saw a lot of people back there… and went off into a classroom and then into a closet to hide with the sleeping kitty. It turned out I had chosen the history classroom, and this closet had weapons from history… surprisingly they were real, not models, so I grabbed a sharp sword. The door opened, the instructor was there, he said just because I oppose dissection doesn't mean others have to be deprived. I told him I don't oppose dissection at all… I was ready to do some right now… "How about you go first?" I said as I pulled the sword out and sliced the instructor open with one quick upward cut from his crotch to his chest… his intestines actually spilled out, just about making me puke, everyone else ran for it as the instructor collapsed and bled out on the floor.

Dreaming Rocks!
I was near a large arena that was used to host huge musical concerts, and I knew it was someone I wanted to see this time, so I went to find out who. There was a random concert here every week, and this one was the week for Heavy Metal, so I wanted to at least check it out. Best of all, the concert was free, used just for the band's publicity. I was wonderfully surprised when I found Metallica was playing, that was strange since they are already well known, but as usually there was no ticket needed. The concert was already underway, and I hurried into the arena. There were many people there, but I managed to make my way to the front of the arena, right up to the stage, the music was so loud and that was sooooo cool! I listened to the music for a while, then I felt dust tickling my nose, so I reached up to rub it. Something seemed weird… I pinched my nose… and was still able to breathe, I was dreaming! I took to flying, but I didn't want to leave, the concert was too cool. So instead of leaving, I flew from one vantage point to another to see the concert from all sorts of viewpoints that no one else was able to get to. Strangely enough, no one seemed to notice my flying around in there.

Non-Lucid
Lucid
Comments
Vividness: 3
Recall: 5
Hours of Sleep: 8
Food Before Sleep: Skittles and Starbursts o.o

I was with my boyfriend waiting for his class to start before going to my own. His teacher then told him that it was alright if he went upstairs to see the nurse for some sort of school check up. Since my class was upstairs we held hands and made our way up there. When we got to the nurse's office I gave him a quick kiss goodbye before walking down the hall. There had been glass for a floor at one point, like the dome at the mall and it had all shattered. So I was forced to walk along the edges all the way to my Spanish class. When I got there my friend Adrian was wearing a Super Mario costume. My boyfriend doesn't even go to my school and my school does not have a nurses office or a dome. But, my friend Adrian is being Super Mario for Halloween. After that dream I woke up.

I fell asleep and started to walk up the stairs in a house. I did a reality check and discovered I could breath! I contained my excitement and walked around the house just to see if it would work. I decided to see if I could fly so I ran up the stairs and stood on the edge of the banister and jumped off! To my horror I fell and fell until I hit the ground and...Woke up.

My school was hosting a talent show and I was doing a breathing exercise because I was going to see I decided to plug my nose and see if I could breath...I could! I controlled my excitement and made my way to the stage to start the talent show. Lucky me I got to open. So, because I got to control what happened I decided to sing this song that I had just recently learned. Shortly after I finished I woke up..Again.

I was in an elevator with a few of my friends and did a reality check. Only find out I was dreaming. The elevator was going up to the second story of our school and these one girls were being incredibly annoying so I decided to yell at them. They then told me to shut up when a chainsaw appeared in my hands and it was already running. I then cut them to pieces and everyone in the elevator was very thankful. But my friend Rita had broken the elevator and we were now falling to the Earth. I thought about a rope connecting to something on the second story of the school and the elevator and it happened! We then pulled the elevator back up and walked out. I walked down the hall to my first period class to go talk to my teachers. I opened the wall that divided the two classrooms and turned around. My math/physics teacher was getting a massage from some random guy and my best friend was deflating like a balloon I told him to fill back up with air and he did. Then my humanities teacher was on the ground with his legs spread screaming because he was giving birth. I scared myself away.

Craziness (abridged)

I'm with kaomea in the healing glen. We are talking about stuff and making a connection... I think. Raven flies through a portal and we begin healing spells. We pull out asuka from her who is also infected, and then loads of dream demons start flying out of her dream body. Lonewolf's head appears from a portal, He is a wolf man. He gobbles up most of the dream demons and laughs and then disapears back. We pull out one more dream body from Kaomea... Haley?

Haley is a witch with bat wings, she's also infected with dark energy. She flies through a portal and I follow. We fly through loads of portals and dreamscapes, her form keeps changing from bat to a dark butterfly. She's singing nursery rhymes in a creepy voice... We enter a final portal and then the dream explodes.

In one dream haley is a little girl sitting in a corner and singing to herself... there's loud banging all around her. She cries but when I approach she has a demonic look like the girl from the ring. i open a portal and shoot and astral tentacle from my hand and drag her through the portal to the healing cave.

In another dream She goes to a place that looks like heaven. Her bf jaaz is sitting on a cloud with a guitar and rapping beatles lyrics. He sees her and blows a tornado at her. While she's caught I shoot a tentacle and drag her through the portal.

In yet another dream we are at a party where her bf's band is playing. She starts ripping heads off al the fans and telling jaaz that his music sucks. I swing through a portal like spiderman, grab her with a tentacle and go back to the cave.

there were other scenarios, but i can't recall them all.

I arrive back in the healing glen. Raven is still there healing Asuka/kaomea. she says "wow that was fast. you only left a split second ago..." Raven has cat eyes and licks her chops with a cat toungue.

"are you ok raven?" i ask.

"yeah... I think you're from an alternate dimension."

"oh, well heal this girl because I'm going to wake up soon and try to forget this whole mess."

"okay," the alternate raven says and she smiles.

I was walking to school and I heard that everyone was dropping dead. I investigated the school and heard that it was caused by the school food (it's just that bad) and that the school food had a super-deadly disease, and the only way of treating it was to bathe in butter. I was running around looking for butter and I wasn't too worried cause I hate school food and bring my lunch. Everyone died and I woke up. Strange.

There's a person with a green and black phone at school. I try to take it from him and say it's mine. We kept arguing over who it belonged to. Then a person came it and said it was mine. Then I remembered what my phone looked like and realized the phone wasn't mine. But it was over. I had it.

1) I am in my Spanish teacher's class and I have been asked to draw on a map at the front of the room. I draw a circle to show the inner-city roads and a line moving upwards to Leeds. She praises me and I do it several more times on different maps. The class finishes and I walk down to the car-park and find my brother. I gloat at him and say "Haha! I drew on your map!"
He gets really annoyed and storms off to find out whether or not it was true.

I woke up here, but I was disappointed that I hadn't remembered more dreams so I went back to sleep, possibly chaining 5 dreams in 2 1/2 hours. I forgot 3, but remembered these:

2) I am in the school-hall listening to a speech of some sort. Then we are invited to come and look at the light and sound systems used. We gather round and look at the spotlights and speakers. Then when I am on the east stage (that's new ), C spots a spider and screams to me, "LOOK OUT, V! THERE'S A MASSIVE SPIDER!"
I run to the other end of the room, on the south stage but see that it is only the size of a bog-standard tarantula.
"C, it's tiny."
"No! Not that one! Look lower!"
I lower my gaze and see two HUGE spiders, legs hairy as a gorilla and with a diameter of at least 75 centimeters.
"Oh my God."
It starts to move towards us, and we scramble further on, but one of the older teachers approaches with a straw. She coaxes the spider to crawl onto it a little, and she flips it over, revealing a purple underbelly. Another, younger female teacher rushes up and stabs it square in the thorax with her stiletto heel. I ask for directions to my house, and the older teacher says "Well, about half-way to Blackpool..." But I'm off out of the door before she can say anything else. I meet my brother under the canopy of trees on the way out of school. He stops and looks at something. I follow his line of sight and see the 2 spiders looking at us. We stare back. I feel no fear, but respect, and I know they have it for us too. We nod (?) and leave.

3)I am at a door with professor Layton . We can't open the door so we look at the instructions (always a good idea lol) we do something with spaghetti and open the door. We go into a room (well, not really a room. More of a park) Layton goes to a corner and sinks down to his knees. I read his thoughts and find out that he is committing suicide. I notice that he is wearing rags. It is very cold and starting to snow. I try to haul him up, but he won't budge. A fat policeman walks by and says, "It's a bit cold for it, isn't it?" But he doesn't help. Several hours later he walks back and says "Now this is getting just silly. Get up." But still, he walks on.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:30 GMT+9 – sleep

Crazy co-pilot
On a plane to (I think) London. Co-pilot is describing the weather at destination. He says that it is a bit rainy but... “Oh, wait” (silence)... “actually it is a bit nasty, but still we can probably make it... Oh... Wait...(silence)”. People on the plane just say “Oh, c’mon, just start the damn engines!” . Then co-pilot says “So, we go anyway. Mind that if something happens, it’s not our fault.” And I’m wondering “Don’t they have safety rules to comply with? A limit to the risks they can take?” Then a guy sitting by my side just says - trying to assure me - that this co-pilot is crazy and checks weather forecast every ten seconds, but that I shouldn’t worry, weather is just fine.

3:00 GMT+9 – wake up

I'm going to cheat a little bit on my rules, I haven't posted in two days but I haven't had regular internet access and didn't remember any dreams anyway so we'll just pretend those two days didn't happen.

This morning I remembered a dream. All I can remember is being in an apartment that I was renting month to month. I was about to leave for a few days and it was the end of the month so I asked my friend Aaron who was suddenly there what his plans were and whether or not I should renew the lease for another month before I left. I looked out the window and the whole apartment was rotating; it was on the top floor of some rotating building, like a giant industrial centrifuge. We talked about how it was just like a ride we used to go on "at the great escape" except the memory was just in the dream, not real. I know there was a lot more to the dream but I can't remember any more. +1

+2

I started off at some random house with RE. I was supposed to clean it with her or something. Don't remember much of it. There was daylight, and the house was mostly white.

Then I was going home or something. JO was there talking with me, but I can't remember anything more than that.

I was then at school. I was supposed to go to band after school. I went to the place where we practiced. The musical theatre people were there too, practicing some song. I was waiting for the band people to come, so I sat down with all my stuff: I had some random work, a sketchbook, and a hugeass sandwich. The sandwich has lettuce, ham, and cheese in it. I took a few bites of it. Then I realized that the band was actually there but off to the side, and I was late. I ran back to get my instrument. As I started walking back, I saw some random broken black harp under the rug. Some janitor guy took and and talked with me about it. I then moved on.

When I got back to "band," everyone, along with Mrs. B, was feasting at a table. I smelled some really good smells; some kind of deep fried stuff, and cheese, and shrimp. I sat down gladly. Mrs. B. sort of gave me a little lecture, or a stern reminder that I was late. I promised it wouldn't happen again. Then the dream faded.

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Had a FA where I asked my friend KR to repeat the words "symphony" and "false awakening" so I could write them down. I started writing my dream down in my dream.

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Also had a FA where I looked at the clock. It said something around 3:30 pm.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, Half-awake, half-dream state, [Commentary made while awake]

While out of the house somewhere, I put on a navy-blue, stretchy headband [that I have in real life], and make some kind of wish. This causes me to suddenly have long hair again [I cut my real hair short at the beginning of this month]. My hair is down to my shoulder blades, which is still a little shorter than it was when I cut it, and seems thinner and wavier than it used to be when it was long. I don't want my mom to see me with my hair long again, because if she did, I would have to explain to her about the magical headband. So, when I return home, I do my best to avoid letting her see me.

I consider re-cutting my hair myself, but decide I don't want to, because it wouldn't come out very neat. I decide instead to go back and find the stretchy headband and make another wish to reverse the effects of the first one. I ask my mom if I can use the car to run an errand. She asks what it is, and I answer that I'm going to a vacant lot to look for something I lost. This is true, but it's not the whole truth.

I get into the brown car, and someone is in the front passenger seat. [My dad, I think.] I say to him, “Watch the street signs. I don't even know my own neighborhood in these dreams.” And they'll probably change, I think. I back the car out of the garage, turn it to my left, and continue backing in that direction all the way down to the corner, where the street turns 90 degrees. [In this dream, this corner is now a 90-degree turn like it is in reality, not a four-way intersection like it was in the first dream described in my dream journal entry dated 10/08/10.] Sure enough, as we drive down the street backwards and then back up the street going forward, each street sign says something different the second time we pass it than it did the first time we passed it. The street signs are all blue with white letters [not green with white letters, as they are in reality]. Eventually, I find the street I'm looking for and turn left onto it.

The next scene seems to take place in a fast-food restaurant. I find the headband I was looking for and restore my short haircut. [For this part of the dream, I was in “video-game-controller” mode again, as I described in my dream journal entry dated 10/21/10. I was kind of removed from the action and aware that it was all going on in my mind/imagination, and at the same time, I was fully aware of my real body.]

Woke up at 1:36 A.M., took some notes on my dream, went back to bed.

My parents and I are attending a wedding at the estate of some really rich people. The estate has a little re-creation of a neighborhood from old-timey New York, and the little church in that neighborhood is being used for the ceremony. In one room, an old man, the father or grandfather of the groom, I think, is lying on a hospital bed, all dressed up for the ceremony and being included in the festivities. After the ceremony, they make everyone attending the wedding pose for a group picture. My dad wants to put some sand in containers to use it to stabilize some photography equipment, so he gets out a bunch of sand toys, and I help him shovel sand into buckets. The people who own the estate are originally from Thailand, and they've recreated the beaches of Thailand on their estate. The sand we're shoveling is filled with beautiful blue-and-white seashells, colorful stones and jewels, and gold dust.

Woke up at 3:36 A.M., took some notes, went back to bed.

I'm at my old high school, walking across campus, looking for the classroom of one of my old teachers. I get to the western edge of campus, where the furthest-out portable classrooms used to be, and discover that there's a sort of ravine there, with concrete stairs leading down the near side and up the far side. On the far side of the ravine stand the furthest-out portables. I'm not really surprised that so much has changed in the years since I've been away.

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An aside:

When I cut my hair short in reality, it was after many years of having long hair. I've been wondering for a while whether or not my dream self (if I may steal some jargon from the Matrix universe, my residual self-image) would still have long hair. Not surprisingly, thinking about this over a period of time caused me to dream about it. I find it interesting, and reassuring, that after only three weeks of having short hair in reality, even my dream self apparently feels that that's the norm, and that having long hair feels wrong.

Also, I'm pleased with the increasing frequency of my lucid dreams, but disappointed with my lack of control. I keep realizing that I'm dreaming and either not trying to do or change anything at all, or trying and failing. I will continue trying to improve.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:30 GMT+9 – sleep

A murder and lost in chitchat with friends
A lady murders her daughter – drowns her on a lake or so – and I know but I have no evidence to prove my claim. She actually asked me to help her eliminate all proof and I helped her in the hope to actually get some evidences preserved. I did manage to keep one crucial evidence and I went to look for a police station. Along the way I meet my friend Evangelion and he helps me out. He goes talk to the police and comes back saying they didn’t care at all. I think about how could they not care about a murder? But I go away for now. I come back a second time. This time Evangelion is with his girlfriend and we plan to go the three together. The city we are seems like Lisbon and we pass by a public garden where a group of older but not so old people (in their 50’s) are doing morning gymnastics. I spot 3 or 4 people I know and it’s as if they are actually an older version of us. I get entangled in a weird nostalgia feeling, nostalgia for the future. I wonder if me and my friends will also get old together and do gymnastics or something like that or if we’ll depart from each other and lose contact. Then my dad is also with us. As we go down some stone stairs to keep on our way we discuss what we eat the previous day and I say I am actually not so well from my stomach because of what I ate and I have a glimpse that I am talking about what I eat on waking life (Japanese food), but before I get lucid I wake up.

7:00 GMT+9 – wake up