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I prayed quietly to myself that one night you would come, my angel, my guiding light, my soul. And you came as a friend and as a beautiful murderer, bringing me a letter from a mind that I could never truly conceive. I told you, that you are not welcome in my house, that you can not come through the door and yet you miraculously found a way through the loggia window. And there we were, standing on the opposite sides of the door, looking in each other’s eyes, a few moments away from awakening, connected in this flawless, deep understanding.
And I loved you, and I was terrified from being with you, and I needed you, I always had...
I once read that a man can truly be himself, if he can choose between artificial and reall insanity...and here I am thinking if I’m really going mad or am I just still very,very young?
And here I am, feeling the butterflies in my stomach dancing around a perfect ambrosia!

Two dreams remembered today,

First one was a false awakening. As always i look at the clock and see that the time is 10:51 am**. Then i remember that i am supposed to try to remember my dreams; thus i lay down and focus. After 5 minutes, nothing. I can't bother to get out of bed yet, so i just lay still and listen to the birds outside. Then i fall asleep again.

Second one is typical to my dreams; absolutely crazy. Somehow i am in a British mansion type building. And all that is on my mind is that i must remember my dreams in order to solve some kind of mystery. My dad and brother is there, as well as some random people that i can't recognize. While rummaging around the mansion i come across another random person sitting at a table with a computer in front of him. On the table is a glass filled with clear liquid, ice, a slice of lime and a straw. On the floor a bottle of rubbing alcohol is half empty with the cap left unscrewed. I somehow know that someone has attempted to drink the rubbing alcohol* and get angry. I run around the house cursing until i find my brother, who admits to have drunk my alcohol. For no apparent reason, we walk to the door to outside, which is an old fashion revolving door. I wake up when i get outside.

*The reason for me being angry about the alcohol is that i (in real life) spent a lot of time trying to get hold of rubbing alcohol without colouring. This is not normally available in Norway, but i managed to get a hold of an old bottle only yesterday.

**When i woke up for real, the time was 10:15 am, hence i know it was a false awakening.

PART 1 - GUN AND SWIMMING WITH COP PARTNER

I'm a cop. We're in the middle of some operation. For some reason I don't have a gun, but I want one, and tell my partner this. I walk up to the higher up girl - long black hair - to ask for one without thinking, but she's in the middle of some important process with someone else. She has an imposing presence, I feel embarrassed for interrupting and back off.

I'm working with a female partner... I'm on her back as we swim somewhere.

Uh, something about a purple Godzilla-like creature... not sure where this fits.

ANALYSIS

Perhaps the gun represents empowerment, but I'm too afraid to take it. This would reflect my current social life.

Swimming on partner's back, depending on them... I was thinking about asking someone for support yesterday ("Ker"), perhaps that is a metaphor for that.

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PART 2 - LI MEDITATION

At the corner between home and work.

One of my IRL coworkers, Li, is stretching and meditating, cross legged.

ANALYSIS

My shift was right after hers yesterday, and I remember thinking she was very attractive. I assume the impression she left was the trigger.

The meditation and stretching would seem to reflect a certain "divine" presence.

Interesting that it was at "the corner," to which previously only negative experiences were associated (mugging & deception, etc.) There must be some broader meaning to this location.

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PART 3 - NIK

Someone that I vaguely know, Nik... she seems younger and thinner than IRL. Portrayed as a "free spirited" character...

ANALYSIS

The trigger for this must have been looking over some old (almost two years now) Livejournal messages yesterday involving this person.

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PART 4 - WORK

At work. Customer, older lady, late 40s/early 50s, says "Mutalisks are always good." Don't remember how the conversation turned to this...

She wants to hand in another resume, says there's already two more of hers "in the cabinet" (where resumes are kept.) I wonder why she wants to hand in another if we already have two.

ANALYSIS

Perhaps the "stupid question" and slight irritation is simply a reflection of the norm IRL.

I ended up waking up at about 3:30, when I wrote everything down. Having a voice recorder would have been MUCH more convenient for this type of "middle of the night" recording. Unfortunately I forgot my MP3 downstairs.

Tonight I will borrow my mother's electronic voice recorder and keep it by my bed - waking up in the middle of the night with dreams seems to be becoming more common.

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

I was ill yesterday so I had practically no recall at all. What I remembered wasn't worth mentioning, I thought. I should've known better though: always write at least something down. This night I woke up by myself after a dream I had. Recalled merely two words but I wrote them down anyway. And you know what? I woke up again after the next dream and recalled a fragment and a third dream:

I found myself back in highschool in french class. Not as a student, but assistent to help out my old teacher. The class was writing a letter and she was asking me all sorts of questions to see whether those 6 years of french had stuck in my head. Unfortunately they haven't.

I was at a beach with my little brother and my mum (for some reason, my dreams almost never include my parents). Soon there was something (unknown) about to happen there, so we had to prepare the beach. This meant we had to colour certain parts of the beach with markers in either that flashy neon green, red, or ice (yes, we had a marker that would bestow anything you touched with it with a layer of ice). At first, I barely succeeded, but then my mum came to the rescue and gave me a new icemarker. Apparently the old one had worn down.

Went back to sleep, woke up at 9:40 and recalled a fourth dream:

In this dream I went to buy a house with my mates from college to live in. We found a good 'possibility' and decided to have a look. When we got there, the owner was one of our old teachers and he gladly showed us around.
We descended two stairs and went through a long hallway before entering the house. It was huge, and I really mean huge. I kept thinking to myself: Is this really only 135 m2? Can't be. The house was also entirely below the ground. It had no windows at all and long, long white walls. After we had seen a couple of rooms we went into the first bedroom (again, huge and largely empty). We moved on and got to the lounge, the first room not empty or white. It was made of classy wooden walls and was lighted with candles or oil lamps or such. It was loaded with those babychairs in all sorts of colours. "Yeah", my teacher said apologetically. "I had an entire primary school spend the night recently."
We also had a room with a little hole in the wall. If you crawled through (and that took quite some effort) you'd fall down a hose and end up in an arabic basaar. Can't remember much, but it beat walking to the nearest supermarket.

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Missed dreamsigns:
- Colouring a beach
- Ice as a colour
- The place definitely wasn't 135 m2
- An arabic bazaar underneath our house?! O_o

I'm writing this dream very late, and I'm afraid I was dumbass enough to lose most details..but I'll write it down anyway. u_u

So I'm in my NY house, and my mom is all anxious because we have visitors, I find out the visitors are actually the SNT. So this is exciting and I think huzzay, but before I do anything I go to my brother's room and get ready. I distinctly remember putting on eyeliner thickly. I have this whole emo get up, wearing my pea coat and my hairstyle is done in this emo-bangs-esque way plus the black eyeliner. I get frustrated while doing my hair. When I look down, I realize I have a coat on and I think it's a bit excessive slender-man look, so I take it off. It's the summer, after all. I stalk downstairs after this, grabbing my actual DJ for autographs. In the living room I see PK, and he's alone. He doesn't notice me there and I jump from the staircase to right in front of him and yell his full name. He gets shocked and jumps at my blatant freakiness, then sighs a breath of relief. I give him my DJ and try to act normal by asking him to sign it. I ramble a bit in English, and I think, he probably has no idea what I'm saying. Then he says something with a thick accent and it's incomprehensible, but I don't bother asking him to repeat himself. He comes across as a cold creature. He's like, "Why do you want me to sign this book, don't you want my signature on something else?" And the man is right, though it's kind of insulting that he rejected my DJ. In any case I grab my yearbook, and he seems fascinated by it. After looking through my friend's signatures, he signs it. I leave quickly since I do not like him. My mom approaches me and starts bitching about the men outside, who are practicing I think. She's like, "These guys are trying to seduce all the girls with flowers." I find this funny, and think, well too bad there aren't a lot of fangirls around here.

I leave my house and go to this store that has computers and chairs. It looks like a small airport terminal. Some of the guys start coming there, but before they do I'm informed that the place is about to be captured by someone evil and we will all be stuck there. As the guys come in, including Martinez, I yell at them to stay the fuck out or forever hold their peace. But my yelling is pointless, as they cluelessly walk in and the door shuts behind them. I'm sitting by a counter, in a stool right next to the computers. Martinez has sat in the second row of computers (only about 4-5) and I see that the chair next to him is empty. His friend skipped a seat, and I think - well it's me lucky day. So I get up and walk to him and sit down. We introduce ourselves and he knows decent English. I can understand his every word. We discuss the evil person who has kidnapped us here and shit like that. His face is really close and I can see every detail; he's wearing blue. He comes across as a really nice guy and I have that same feeling again, the one from my previous epic dream about him. The funny thing is, as I'm talking to him, I say to myself, "I know this is actually a dream. SAD." But as always, I brush this realization off and continue talking. The dream unfortunately fades as background noise wakes me up. When I woke up, I could remember every single sentence of our conversation. I can never remember dialogue in dreams. Shame I didn't write it down, but a part of me doesn't want to encourage this dream love habit!

PS: sorry for atrocious run-ons.

Sorry for my absence. Things have been hectic for me of late. I've been helping Phillip prepare to move into his new house while also moving myself.

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Here's Aug. 7. It's called The Great Turkey Liberation Operation.

I had some more nightmares. This time focused on Mom and Lloyd. But there was one incredibly vivid dream. The one right before waking.

We were driving to Dad's. Mom had a boyfriend and he was horrible. Possibly abusive. His car had two sunroofs but they were covered up. Lloyd and I exposed them and opened them. He was extremely angry.

We stopped in Vtown for gas. Mom was in the front and Lloyd and I were in the back. I have no idea why but there was a wild turkey that belonged to Mom's boyfriend. His pet, maybe. Or perhaps dinner.

Mom motioned for me to get in the front. "Really?" I whispered. She nodded. Quickly I did so. I was wearing shoes I couldn't comfortably drive in so I took them off as quickly as possible. I locked the doors and took off. It was a chase scene for a while when he got in his other car (which he somehow had at the gas station). It was a white SUV with black trim. Eventually we lost him. It was quite exciting if stressful and frightening.

Mom left the dream at some point. We arrived at my Grandparents' old farm and it was just me, Lloyd, and the turkey. By this time we had a plan to set the turkey free in the woods. There were new people living on the farm and farm workers scattered about.

I held the turkey as we ran to the barn. We knew Mom's boyfriend would get here eventually. The bird was calm and easy to hold. We went through the barn, which was multiple levels and a little hard to navigate, and ran into some workers just before sliding through a tiny door toward the back. "If a man comes looking for us," I said to them, "don't tell him where we went.

At this point I remember vividly making sure the turkey felt safe and comfortable. It was hiding its head under my chin and her feathers were soft and downy. I was concerned for her because she didn't know what was happening and would likely feel abandoned. In the end, though, she'd be happier free in the forest with a flock and a family.

We hopped down a level and through the final exit to the middle meadow, as Grandpa used to call it, running the whole way. We went to the woods on the north side of the field--and here's where things get *really* vivid.

There were so many wild flowers on the hillside by the forest where the bushhog couldn't go. There was a patch of lavender colored wild irises--or perhaps giant violets. I thought, "We should bring Mom a bouquet on the way back." There were white and yellow flowers on vines low to the ground and they smelled sweet and light. I looked for one of my favorite species with a similar but more powerful scent, but I found none.

We stopped at the top of a small but very steep hill at the edge of the forest. There was barbed wire to contend with and this spot had the most room beneath the lowest line. Lloyd lifted up the wire and slid down the hill on his back. I was worried about the turkey and we tried to find a way to pass it over the fence, but it was too impractical and we were short on time. Carefully I flattened myself against the ground and protected the turkey best I could from the wire and the sudden stop at the bottom. We slid down and it was fine.

There was one more barbed wire fence to get through if we wanted to leave the turkey near the creek where it could drink. I don't remember passing through this fence but I know it was easier and there was no hill. We left the turkey safe and sound and headed back toward the meadow.

Going back up the hill and under the fence was harder. There was a coil of barbed wire at the top and I pricked myself several times but was mostly unscathed. Lloyd followed. We tore off back to the barn in the hopes of crossing the valley to Dad's house before Mom's boyfriend found us, but it was too late. With the barn in sight we watched his white SUV pull up by the gate.

We got in the car. He was livid, of course. He talked of going through the woods and killing every turkey he met 'till he found his. But we drove off to--somewhere. Somewhere back in Vtown, I think.

In front of Mom he apologized to us and said he loved us. I was furious and said, "Fuck you. I'm out." I gathered up my things that would fit in a backpack and Lloyd did the same. We decided it was Mom's decision if she wanted to stay with him but we didn't have to. We'd be hiking the whole way to Dad's farm so we packed ponchos in case it rained.

Lloyd and I set out through the town, the meadows, and the forest, toward freedom and safety, never to return.

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Aug. 8, 2010
I had sex with Phillip. Don't remember much of it. I was disappointed when I woke up not because it was a good dream that was over but because in the dream I went though all of the emotional preparation and effort I'm usually cause myself when I have sex, and I knew I intended to have sex with Phillip irl that day. I didn't want to have to go through it again.

Earlier dream: Phillip was trying to make an ice cream Sunday at DQ. He wasn't doing a very good job of it.

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Aug 10, 2010

Remember very little. I moved into Robby's house yesterday (irl) and things have been hectic. Missed yesterday's entry entirely.

I remember one brief weird scene. There were chickengs. I wanted to go make friends with them. But they were scared and kept running away. I kneeled down and opened my palm to a less frightened one. He slowly approached me and was Phillip hunched over and squatting down. In the dream I still considered it a chicken. and didn't know anything was weird. He poked my hand a few times, hugged me, and we both fell over and play-wrestled a little on the ground.

I talked to one of the older chickens (an old man with glasses) about making friends with his flock. He said humans just want to teach them things. They bring books and make the chickens read. I said I didn't want to do that and I wasn't even sure chickens were capable of learning to read. One chicken said she knows she's not capable because she needs new glasses.

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Hi, my name is Calli and I am a 16 year old student from New Zealand. This is my first entry to my dream journal

Last night I had three dreams, but I could only remember parts of two of them, hopefully my recall ability will improve with time.

Dream 1:

I was in some kind of mountain environment. It was an area with a road of yellowish dirt, winding up a hill and tall vivid green grass on the sides of the road. It felt like it was at high altitude. There was thick fog in a wall around me, I could see about 300m in either direction very clearly, but after that, nothing.

Our old family car was right in front of me. This car is a maroon Mitsubishi Magna station wagon, which we had for many years, but scrapped a few years ago. This was just before I learned to drive, so I never got to drive the ‘old faithful’, even though I heard from my parents how powerful and great to drive it was. We scrapped it because it used too much fuel.

I got in the car and started driving up the mountain, I was pleased to get to drive the old family car but I didn’t question where I was or what the car was doing there.

The car was powerful and drove well, I was driving fairly fast up the hill road, but I didn’t appreciate the handling because my head was pressed up against the roof which was quite uncomfortable. I also couldn’t rev it too high because I was paranoid about using too much petrol. The pain from my head pressing the roof became too much so I pulled over to the side of the road.

I turned around to look at the back seats and boot and saw an aftermarket amplifier and some big speakers, covered in cobwebs. I got a surprise at this, I never knew these were there, but when I turned on the stereo the bass heavy sound seemed familiar. I then pulled back onto the road and kept driving.


Dream 2:

I was at a local high school (not my own). I was walking along a path along the side of a block of buildings. I see a female friend standing talking with a group of friends. I walk past them but smile and make eye contact with her. She runs back and yells at me to wait for her. Then she starts talking to me. I cant remember what she said, but it was fairly quick because she had to go.

I keep walking, to find a toilet. I go up some stairs to a deck on the side of one of the buildings. I see a door with ‘international student office’ on the label, but no toilet. I walk back down the stairs, and see another friend Matt (a student of my school). He was dropping off an asian student. I meet him and we start walking back along the row of classrooms in the direction I came.

He is wearing my schools uniform, but for some reason I thought it was the new uniform of the school we were at, and I was amazed at the similarity. The logo on the shirt was exactly the same, but I couldn’t read the schools name as it kept changing and the letters were blurry. We are still walking all this time and then we head up onto a playing field.

The unreadable writing should have alerted me that I was in a dream, but I didn't realise. Hopefully in the future I will realise I am dreaming and become lucid.

So this dream is pretty cut out. It took around a few days in dream time.

I remember that i was in some building. It looks like a hideout for criminals (a lot of escape routes and similar). It's mainly wooden and generally built like the old houses, except for 1 room which is my room IRL.
I remember being in my room and it looks like a court. A few people are lying in my bed (which is a 1 man bed). There seems to have been plans of sabotage/assassination. As the court continues a woman in the corner jumps up and attempts something (probably burning the place down, just not something we'd like). The court disappears. I am in this room again. The woman is closed in my wardrobe (it got slight modifications, there was a part cut so she can stick her head out). She looks drugged. She is constantly 'leaking' huge amounts of yellow-brown vomit. I leave.
At the staircase i meet my old geography teacher. (it seems to have significant importance later on)
Like a day later i am walking through one of the escape routes and an unknown man approaches me.
"I need to get in, my wife is in there!"
He dashes through me (I'm like, meh, let him in), the guard and runs upstairs. I meet him in my room. He stands in my room for some while. Then he leaves and i follow him to the staircase. He walks down the staircase and turns towards the exit. But my geography teacher "ghosts" down. I mean he appears near me and walks through the PASSAGE of the stairs (the one that is in between the stairs, which is like, less than 20cm?). She grabs the man and pushes him into some office. I never see that man again.

A few days later there's a meeting in what seems a meeting hall. There's me, my classmate, the geography teacher and some other woman. The woman are eating iced fruits. And i wake up here.

10.08.2010

Talking about cards with an incoming Tsunami (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Getting back into shape. Below my standards but at least a little decent recall. Two fragments and almost one long dream.

Third:

I was in a hotel with some DCs. Either a big earthquake or a Tsunami was about to happen.
We knew we were going to die, but for some reason I cannot recall, we somehow deserved that. We left the hotel and it was very sunny. It was a very nice day indeed. I suggested to a DC to get drunk before the catastrophe happened. He replied, "So we do not suffer before dying, right?" I told him it was a great idea. We were seating on the top of a roof and I had a bottle of wine.

The scenery changed and I was in a hotel with my wife. I felt a small earthquake and I adviced my wife we had to evacuate. When we were about to leave, I looked over the window and I saw a big wave:







I though the wave was going to be bigger, so I said to my wife that we did not need to evacuate that fast. We went to the restaurant of the hotel instead and we saw a few DCs.

We sat in a big table with a few friends. I had an oversized ball lightning MTG card







I told him I wanted to use it, but the set symbol was not from the original set, The Dark. I told him I was very picky for that. He told me it did not matter. I found out that the card was like made of plastic. My wife told me I could use it on my deck. I told her it was an oversized card. I pulled an island from my binder and compared them. A DC (who is a friend in waking) told me I could give it to him. I informed him I liked the art and I was not going to give it away. However, I told him, "If you have the paper to print MTG cards then I will. We could print tons of ball lightnings and sell them for their original price of $20 a piece." He accepted.

I moved to the corner of the table and two female DC sat in front of me. They had a notebook and I was about to share the thing about the card with them, but I woke up.

Missed Dream Signs:
- Predicting an Earthquake.
- The oversized card.
- Pulling an island from my binder (and island is not a card to be in a binder but in a regular box to use on multiple decks)
- The ridiculous advice from my wife to use it on my deck (when the card was 10 times bigger than a regular card)
- Trying to make a scam.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTY.

Last night was really weird, I'm getting sick so that may have something to do with it.

Firstly I can remember being very aware that I was lucid but also aware of my RL body, I could feel both at the same time - this was early in the night.

Then I wake up and can't recall a single thing, this is the worst recall I've had since starting my DJ.
I'm wondering if it has anything to do with being sick??

I remembered one small fragment while taking my daughter to school
Fragment: for some reason I suddenly become really in shape, like big muscles - I think it's so that I can fight someone or something

I'm tired so I'm going to be brief.

I remember talking to a friend of mine. We were outside a swimming pool. I jumped in. Her cat was in the pool, swimming around and looking very strange. I realized I was in someone else's dream. I had a false awakening. I tried to write down my dreams on a whiteboard but they kept rubbing off. I woke up for real.

I also vaguely remember something about a parallel universe. I think the dream was happening in a parallel universe. That is, I dreamed it did.

Lasts Night's Dreams
I forgot to write them down last night so here they are.

I was running through a movie theater. I hopped over the a seat and landed on my butt next to some friends. Some older guy said, "Who invited the six year olds?" I went and looked at the candy. Next thing I am aware of, I am at this religious gathering. The leader is being ostracized for some crime. He has a necklace of beads, and breaks it, scattering beads across the ground. Everyone is in a circle, but I stand up and go into the center to pick up the beads.

Then, I was in a high altitude vista, with these sweeping mountains. This guy was shining lights and I had to use a reflector to catch them. He was my coach for some team and was training me. A dog chased me as I tried to catch the light. I had to stand on a bench but I couldn't get it.

A short fragment I remember is looking in a mirror and seeing that I had lots of facial hair.

10.08.2010

Unlike DC (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Getting back into shape. Below my standards but at least a little decent recall. Two fragments and almost one long dream.

Second:

- Two DC.
- I did not like these DCs.
- Number 6 and 30.
- Driving.
- Indoors.
- Storage room.
- We were competitors.
- We went outdoors.
- It was day and sunny.
- More DC.

Missed Dream Signs:
- Number Two.
- Storage room (I am never inside a storage room in waking)

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTY.

10.08.2010

Online training (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Getting back into shape. Below my standards but at least a little decent recall. Two fragments and almost one long dream.

First:

- Daylight.
- Computers.
- I was in home.
- Online training.
- I could pull different searches over databases.
- I woke up feeling good.

Missed Dream Signs:
- Unknown.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Unknown.

I am standing in the dairy section of my local grocery store. I turn around and begin walking to check out when I suddenly catch a glimpse of a green chair sitting at the end of the cereal aisle. I stare for a moment. It's not any green chair, it's MY green chair. The one I sit in when I play video games! What's it doing in a grocery store, I wonder? I look over my shoulder. Where the dairy section was is now a bunch of aisles. That can't be right, I thought to myself. Then it hit me. I was dreaming. For the first time, I had caught myself dreaming! I told myself to calm down. I soun around a bit, but my environment kept morphing, like some twisted grocery store maze. I finally decide that this is as clear as it will get, and I might as well summon something. I think to myself, "around the next corner will be someone I know." I turned the corner, and there was a friend from school. She asked me what I was doing here. I didn't know what to say, so I turned and ran, willing someone else who I knew better to appear. ended up in a furniture aisle with a flickering image of my ex-girlfriend. I finally realized that I needed to get out of that grocery store. I convinced myself that the next door I walked through would lead me into my bedroom. I did just that, successfully. I laid down on my bed to get my bearings, and the dream slowly ended.

Fragment:

1. Some dream about Zach and Caleb.

There was some sort of game going on, and I was high (first recorded high dream). I had to pretend I wasn't high around the parents and Pastor Whipple. I was in some sort of foresty area. Break. I ended up going to the movies, where Damon was working. Matt was on the phone singing about being stoned. Everybody started biking away from the theater with sensei, so I went. Break. I ended up hanging in a dentist's office. Break. At one point, I was driving very badly. Toward the end of the dream, Mom talked to me on the phone.

This was all super abstract and difficult to remember. Lots of disjointedness in this dream sequence. Disjointed logic, too.