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I slept at 1 AM. Woke up at 5:30 with good recall. The day before i haven't taken Ginko Biloba, and the day before i took 5/8 of a (60mg) pill. I don't know if this has any effect on lucid dreaming, but anyways i take notes on it.

I was on a building in Córdoba. A police woman calls Moria (an Argentinean woman that appears often on TV) through the apartment phone (that actually calls between the building). Moria says that she's coming (she was on home arrest). I grab an orange sweater that i think it was mine, and i go outside (from the 10th floor or so straight to the streets...). Outside in a empty shop in front of the building i see Moria slapping another woman, younger but she wasn't "pretty". Then she offers me drugs. I raise my right hand like saying i pass. But then both of them offer me... and i raise again my hand and i say that i don't want anything to do with that violence i saw, and i go away.

I walk from there and about 20 meters away there was a school sports teacher supervising a football game. I ask if i could get in (so i get away from Moria). Benja Cala was about to get in, but he allows me to get in for a moment. Also i was with a lot of clothes, and i didn't want to take them off probably because of fear of these women; so the football game would make me sweat and i would take them off.

Then i appear in a room of the school, which was in front of primary. It used to be the TV room in school. We were there with Agus, Joako and Mati, still with the ball. I hear Fabio ask where was i, so i come out to the pitch again. I knew i was going to go out of the game so i walk loosely like making fun and i fall on purpose. There were some girls watching the game, and Mili asks like if she were a lady or something like that, also making fun: "Are you ok Lisandro?". It was funny how she asked, and i realized she knew i was mocking, and she was mocking as well.

Then i am on the building again. But it looked like my apartment of Cordoba. I was facing the wall that leads to the backyard, and to my right was Vicky. I ask her about her dreams, if she recalled her dreams and ... what about her dreams. She tells me she doesn't have any. I was probably anxious to tell her about lucid dreaming that i went straight to that, instead of telling her that she needed to work on recall. I told her "Ok, Vicky, you in my dreams will have to tell me that they are dreams, what do you say?" Then i start thinking about what i just said. I thought two things: one is regret of saying that, because why would she want to? The second is about the dreams itself. Oh... this is a dream. Im lucid. But the dream starts to desestabilize and i wake up (do i?).

I try to get back into the dream, by force. I failed, but i didn't wake up either. I knew that if i woke up i would wake up on my bed, in my mothers house in Rio Cuarto. But i appeared on my house of about 10-12 years ago: Baigorria, and i didn't notice something was wrong. I was in my sisters room (which actually looked like my younger sisters room of house Las Heras (next house after Baigorria) and i was telling my older sister about the lucid dream i just had: that i was on a building in Cordoba. The building was located in street San Juan... and else, but i didn't realize that was also a dream and a false awakening.

Anyways days before i had discussions with my sister, that she wanted to be alone in the apartment... I saw no way of doing that since i had to study for exams, but an opportunity presented so i traveled to Rio Cuarto. In the dream i was also determined to leave her alone... so i was about to leave the house. I had a luggage bag ready and a backpack. I went outside, stopped a cab (remis) and i put the backpack in the back seat. I told him to wait i was going to bring the luggage. I thought that he might just take off, but he was waiting outside. I grabbed the luggage bag, and after that i thought about the tooth brush, and it was upstairs. With the luggage in hand i climbed the stairs, and i realized it probably was too much weight to carry it around, so i left it on the middle of the stairs. I grabbed the toothbrush and noticed that the cab already went away. I went down and outside, and saw that he indeed went away.

On the streets i call the cab company and i ordered the cab that was on street Baigorria to come again.

I see in the street some transit police. They were poor. I also see old couples (60 years old), fat, having sex on the pickups... But it wasn't in the car, it was outside... Very undiscrete, and disgusting.

Then i was about to walk inside but i appear on the cab that had gone. He was in front of my house again. I was in the front seat and i looked at the backseat where the driver was who was inspecting my backpack. Then he realized i was watching him and felt like a slight shame. He gave me the backpack and told me that he thinks that "everything comes back. (Then he said: but some people might need to steal because of the urgency and later pay back, and they choose so.)" I disagreed with him (A. He probably thought something about the law of kamma. That is not always the case. B. People steal because their own lack of virtue. You can be very poor but have a sense of self-respect, and you don't steal.). He came back because he (himself) was recording a video in the cab, to catch thieves, but since he caught himself on camera he came back to record himself also giving the backpack back.

Then i go outside the cab and i knew that he would go quickly, not slow enough for me to see the plate numbers. I went outside and stood behind the car. And i saw like 5 different plate numbers and every number was constantly changing. I thought it was weird, but probably the driver was doing this (like in the movie the Transporter would do). Also i saw one plate changing, and i gave up thinking that it would be impossible to track him down. Then he went away. (Probably he was waiting for me to give up because he would constantly change the numbers). I wanted the plate numbers so i could go to the transit police i saw earlier. Even though i thought it could be dangerous, because the drive knew where my house was, i was determined to do it.

Then i went inside the house and Eri told me that i should be careful of the drivers. But while she was saying that she was "playing" with a tiger... A tiger was on two legs leaning towards her, so she had to pay attention to it. And i thought about her hypocrisy and said to her: "Actually one should be more careful about the tigers than the humans".

Realized I was dreaming in bed. Interesting dream scenario involving this mound of flesh that grew every time you hit it.

5-6.30am
Medium LD "Bicycle Thief"
The dream starts with several false awakenings. In one, I am in a bed in the spare room across the hall from my parents' bedroom. Mum gets up to use the bathroom. I am lying in bed thinking about it being November, and therefore national novel writing month (NaNoWriMo). Ideas for stories float through my head.

Then I am at the side of a road. A guy driving an SUV pulls over to the side of the road, skids to a halt. He jumps out and checks on two young blonde-haired boys in the back of the car. They seem fine, he seems panicked.

The dream skips. I am interviewing a book character about an incident. There will need to be a death, a reason for the interview. The character is talking about an entropy/chaos magician who manipulates probability. "Don't bet against him." The character advises me.

Dream skips again. I am a teenager, back in secondary school. The school has an identical layout to the one I went to. Most of the students seem to be looking at board games. One kid has an emblem drawn on his forehead. It looks like a magical glyph rather than what you might expect a bunch of teenagers to draw/write on someone's head...

While walking around, I am much shorter than the other students. Other students mock me, but I am only pretending to be a dwarf by walking on my knees. It is to strengthen my legs so that I can run faster? There is an important race in a few days, and they won't be laughing when I win it.

We get outside, near the bicycle sheds. A DC runs up and tells me they just saw 'Angel' wheeling my bicycle away. They make a joke about a 'Fallen Angel.' Giving up on strengthening my legs, I stand and run to the wall, jumping down onto grass. Angel is walking towards the gate. I am surprised to see the figure is a woman wearing a long white dress. She runs and leaps up a set of stone ledges.

I begin to chase Angel. It's like running in treacle. A classic dream sign for me. Despite becoming lucid, my focus remains on catching the bicycle thief. I run parallel to the woman and leap up onto the highest ledge in one bound. She is surprised by how fast I managed to move. I grab her and throw us both off the ledge, trusting in my innate lucid invulnerability. While falling though, our eyes meet. She has blue eyes, wide in shock and fear. There is no hate or malice here.

I no longer wish her harm, but it's too late, all I can do is shield the back of her head with my hand at the same moment we hit the floor. Angel is not injured though. She is already apologising and crying. Someone told her to steal my bike? It is locked in another shed?
"Just gimme the keys."
After getting the keys I let her stand up and she runs quickly away, looking scared.

Behind the first shed is another. Both are made of corrugated iron. Rusted but still sturdy. The keys unlock it and my bicycle is inside, covered in chains. Then I turn and see a young Philip Glenister ~18 yrs old, striding towards me. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Fists clenched. Ready to fight.

He is taller and stronger than me, but I'm lucid. I start throwing punches and hit him multiple times in the face and chest. He seems to be getting weaker. Then a right hook comes out of nowhere and hits the side of my head. I stumble back and while still dazed, his left fist strikes out and hits my nose. Next thing I know I'm on the ground. The world is spinning.

The dream destabilises and reforms. I am lying in a chair. The room around me is empty. My entire body aches as I stand up. The bike shed keys are still in my back pocket, which is a relief. He didn't steal my bicycle.

In the next room are people from our class, although none of them are familiar to me. One girl, false memory says her name is Becky, runs up and hugs me. Ow. I do not return the hug, but do not try to break free either. Moving hurts. Among the classmates is Philip Glenister again. Surprisingly, he apologises and suggests we go find my bike.

We head outside down a path lined with grass. It leads between the school buildings. Becky walks with us. Phil makes a comment about her having thick, manly arms.

7.20-7.40am
Short LD "Flowerpot Phone"
There's been a mixup with the hotel booking. AB and my sister are sharing a room, and I have a separate room downstairs with someone else. We are upstairs in their room discussing it. This room has 6 beds. Why don't I just sleep here? They volunteer me to go speak to the manager and sort it out.

The door to the room actually leads out into the street. Now TR is walking with me. Someone drops a phone on the floor - except it is a plastic flowerpot dish. I become lucid and pick it up. Without much effort I turn the flowerpot into a phone and try to call someone. The speaker activates.
"What is the bar code?" The vioce demands.
"Uh... where would I find that information... oh forget it."
I see a set of steps and start to head up them, but a sudden need to cough breaks sleep paralysis and wakes me up.

Another recall-less night. Attempted WBTB but failed.

I recall a dream fragment where my family took my house helper on vacation with us, we were in a Japanese restaurant. I was asked to order food for her but I told my mom I wouldn't know what the helper would like. I was also tasting what we have ordered prior. They taste great.

I also recall chatting with an internet friend on Steam.

Chris and I are in a truck. We're driving up north to a cottage, and we're talking about how he used to come up here as a kid. Loose wooded patches pass us by through the windows, and the grey light outside doesn't reveal any animals of sorts.

"When I was a kid, I had a dirt bike up here. That thing was fast, you cloud rip it anywhere up here pretty fast."

We got to his place, and left pretty quickly, with our little brothers in tow. We first went to a pavilion. Under it's roof was a small model of the surrounding woods. It had the mountains, rivers, and full typography modeled out in clay and paint. I picked up some pieces and saw that they were live, that they would expand naturally as I explored the place. Good, a map. We went for a walk down a forest path and came across an old barn. There were deep muddy trenches around it on either side, carved by trucks and heavy rain. More reason why the sky was so grey, thank god it was dry so far. I was looking at the barn, thinking about how pointless it would be to walk around just to soak myself in mud, when I saw something out the corner of my eye. Chris is standing with a cheeky grin, and next to him is a little pocket bike, like the ones for little kids. It has a little motor and wheels the size of canteloups. I hop on and kickstart the thing, and immediately it reveals to me that it has more power than it looks. The boys must have done some work on her in their childhood. I look around for some possible places to ride, but most areas are full of muddy water. There's back where we came from, or a path that strangely has snow cover. I choose snow, more adventure.

"Try it out, see if it still works."

It did. I was ripping off through the woods as fast as you could say 'wear a helmet'. I didn't need one, this was a land of childhood innocence and the forest would protect me. Down the path I went, through snow and patches of frozen ground. Soon I came upon a large circular depression carved into the snow, maybe 6 feet down and 50 feet in diameter, with a few expertly crafted snowmen spaced around the clearing seemingly at random. Aa staircase of snow at one edge lead to a deep uinderground network of snow carved tunnelsl; or so I assumed.

"Hey"

A man walked out from behind a particularly large snow man.

"You come to build?"

No I hadn't. So there were people here, strange. I had thought Chris' family owned all the land. And he roamed freely here as a child, strange. I noticed the guy was carving a perfect snail, with small delicate flowers growing from its shell, entirely from snow. I recognized this snail, and I knew that I must have seen the man before.

"I know you."

"Probably. Been coming here for years. Join in if you'd like."

What a weird dude. I nodded goodbye and headed off on the bike, bringing that little hopped-up motor to life and aiming her force back at the pavilion. I arrived to find Chris talking to my mom. They greeted me and showed me the map. More had been filled in! Strangely, some portion of it seemed off.. There was a mountain nearby that was covered in strange mud or rot that was obscuring the detail of the clay typography before. I wiped most of it off with my hand and then placed that section back on the map, not really any clearer on why it was like that. I resolved never to go near there. Chris said I could keep using ol' betsy, so I just immediately turned it around and went back toward the snow. When I saw the depression again I went clear around it and saw a rocky path going up a hill back into normal, non permafrost woods. Going up the hill I realized that the bike didn't have as much power as I'd hoped. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I reached the top I saw something pretty iincredible. Beyond me the path continued down into a valley, and at the bottom was the ruins of a pretty massive pioneer era building. I ripped down the hill toward the place, but the closer I got the more of it was complete. It wasn't being built by magic, it was just the draw distance of my dream had not allowed those sections to load visually. By the time I got there I could hear people inside. I put the kickstand up and went in. I was not prepared for the inside.

I am surrounded by naked women. Some of them are insanely beautiful, some more average looking, but none who wouldn't turn a head on the sidewalk. I walk through the house, seemingly ignored by the occupants. I think they're part of the building, and I am the only guest. None of them engage me or pay me much mind, they just continue on with seemingly scripted movements and conversations. Two of them in another room begin to kiss. I walk downstairs to the basement, it's warmly lit. Entering the first room on the right, I see a bed and sit down for a moment to collect my thoughts. Where the hell am I.

"Hey"

A soft voice, like a tired girlfriend welcoming me back home in the early hours of the morning. The smell of hot cocoa. I look up. It's Scarlett Johansson. Spread so effortlessly on a chaise longue, she smiled softly at me, her eyes locked on mine. Sitting next to her against the other wall was another actress, a beautiful girl who I surely recognized but could not place. I said nothing, just waiting to see what was to happen. It happened quickly, yet at a glacier's pace all the same. Scarlett rose up, slinking with the practiced elegance of a feline huntress. She turned to the girl with a smile.

"Wait here for me baby"

She was soundlessi in her approach. I find her arms around me, her mouth kissing mine. She pulled back and smiled again, holding my complete consciousness in palm. Her eyes telegraphed a message to me. There was more to come. The giddy fire of a child on christmas rose up inside me. She had presents. She held my hand and lead me up the stairs. We were giong somewhere, but I knew that every inch of this house was crawling with other women, and I wanted just her. This place must be designed to fulfill your wildest carnal dreams. I had a greater idea of where I was now.
I grabbed Scarlett, finding myself already naked, and slid in her. I will forever be amazed by the power of this sensation when dreaming. The element of reality is missing, and it cannot be compared to the real thing in all of it's delicacy and presence, but that does not detract from the raw bliss.

I am at the top of an old wooden staircase, slamming one of the world's most beautiful women from behind. And somehow, I remember to pull out. I guess all of my practice in the real world has trained my subconscious for this moment in a deep way. She smiles at me, and then walks away, continuing on her scripted path through the halls. This place must have a lot of money, because she is the real thing, no android or lookalike, and this is what she does. I walk through the house and see more and more famous women, and a few patrons who have entered since I did. I leave, and go up the hill. I find a place crowded with people and carnival games. This entire woods must be one spread out retreat. I head back down to the shack to take it all in, and I see my dad and Paul M on a hill nearby looking down at it. My father is purchasing the pleasure cabin as his retirement investment. How he has so much money I have no idea. They leave to go celebrate the moment, and I speak to a man on the hill, which I now see is covered in hundreds of shirtless old men, like an old roman bath.

In the final moments of my dream, I look up and see the rain finally pouring, the grey sky giving in to its own weight. I open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue, and then spit some out.

I wake up, and realize that I just spit a big gob of saliva onto my pillow. Gross.

1. I was sitting in a barber's chair inside of a relatively medium sized room. The floor was covered in carpet and the walls were painted a soft dark yellow. Suddenly a thin blanket is cast over me covering my entire upper body. At this point I realized that I was getting a haircut. "You want a 1 or 2 on the sides?" the barber asked me. "Actually I want a 0 on the sides" I replied. I remember that the barber himself was light-skin and had medium length black hair. Next thing I know, something happened and I ended up having to get out of the chair. I remember some of my friends suddenly coming into the room and causing a disruptive scene. As I got out of the chair, I looked to my right and saw a set of 3 tables. Each table was round and made of an extremely light brown wood and was polished. Around 4 to 5 chairs accompanied each table.
I walked over to these tables. I assumed that all of my friends were sitting at the left most table, so I took a seat there. Upon sitting down I noticed many girl like things laying on the surface of the table; like pink and purple highlighters, neon paper, and other things. Just then, my friends walk towards the tables and they all sit at the right most table. Seconds later, a group of girls start walking towards the table I'm sitting at. "Shit I guess this was the table they were sitting at." I thought to myself. The 4 girls then sat at the same table as me, and they didn't say a word. I then realized that A was sitting in the chair directly to the right of me. I felt a little weird in this situation. I kept getting the feeling that A was waiting for me to talk to her, to say something.

#498 - DEILD - TIME?

I have to be breif and It wasn't so awesome of an LD but I was happy hitting after being unfocused so much. All I was trying to do was work on recall but I end up doing a DEILD and imagining nose plugs until it really felt like I was pinching my nose. As soon as I get a solid dreamy nose plug I realize I am in the dream and I get brief vibrations. Expectation, I suppose. I stumble around my dark dream house for a bit. Some random things happen and I have an FA where I try to DJ. Then I wake up and try DEILD again but lose focus and never wake up until the alarm. I'm lucky I recalled this at all.

I awake and instantly want to go back into sleep, only move to comfortable position. Start repeat the mantra mentally with intention of lucid dreaming. The mantra is the first five verses of St. John's Gospel, as suggested in concentration technique from the "Rosicrucian Cosmo-Conception" book.

See a long dream, where at the end I was put into some prison and at the same time the clinic, skip it.
When I'm walking down the hall, it was no longer madhouse but the normal hospital, and there I realize I'm dreaming. I think about myself in reality, tell myself first and last name, pay attention to the awareness, and it began to amplify. That was my plan in those days.
Then I went into some room, there are many children running around and sit at the tables, I go between them, children touch and look at me. I see the door to the second room, and go to it. At the entrance, on the table I see a girl, she looks like Angelina Jolie. Come up and looked at her, she looks at me, I see that is not Angelina Jolie, and girl 12 years. I go into next room, there is the same, returned to the first room.
Was bored, I want to get out of here, think I need to find a portal to another location or any exit away. I look around, can not find any portal or exit, and I saw the window. I see outside a very beautiful wooded mountain, it is a way out. I went to the window and begin to penetrate through it, there were two glasses, passed through them, standing on the ledge, putting my hands along the wall. Old brick house, facade is not repaired. Children ran up the window and look at me. Feel the cold wind, air is fresh and pleasant. large distance to mountain. I look at the streets of the city, looking down height of about 5 floors, was a bit scared, but I knew that I was in a dream and nothing to fear.
I think what to do, jump or not, decide not to jump because afraid to awake, think maybe I fly down smoothly, but not sure what will happen, decided to just slide down the wall. I turned and took hold of the ledge, it broke at once and I slowly fly down, fragments flying around me. Landing softly, near falling fragments, when hitting the ground broken into black sand. And I become to lose the picture, dream faded, and awake

1 pt non lucid (I had to get up at 4:30 to get my clown make up done for school so yep 1 pt is all I got.)

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 2 task Intermediate:
Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.

Non-luic: Mike & I were walking along a highway when we heard gun shots. We immediately got down in a ditch by a college campus. A guy died right in front of us . The world had become caos so we found refuge in a community of ppl at this college. There were a whole lot of awful things happening & ppl sharing stories. Then Mike & I witnessed a woman get shot & we patiently waited while an organizer person talked to a man who could acquire some medical supplies & other stuff. We were hoping for a gun but no dice. But we did get other items from him. We started walking around the campus that used to be the college pub. My first husbands brother was there. His wife was there too & she was telling us of their hardships about trying to keep a fire going when it was so cold. She also talked about water issues & a whole lot death. It was so sad. And as we went about things all throughout the dream was masses of death everywhere.

10/31/2016
10:30 – 2:30
4:00 – 5:30

Related to a different dream I had in the past. There was a group of people. A few adults and a couple of kids. We're trying to get out of like a house, but bigger than a house. There's this weird undead army, like with rotted military uniforms. They were no more than 20 or 30 yards away. They're not attacking us, but we have to make our way out. In the last dream they were more aggressive than they are this time. We're getting ready to leave and we're trying to pack up our stuff without them doing anything. Trying to make it out without them doing anything or making it worse with them. We were deciding what to get and grabbing sleeping bags and get ready without startling them. It was like "If we just be quiet they won't follow us for a while."

It ties into a dream I had before which was pretty tense and were being driven around by them and it was a lot more tense. At one point I realized that I hadn't washed my clothes and I was going to have to pack them dirty, but I said something like “We'll just make a washing machine when we get there.” The setting of the house was modern and normal, but the place we were doing to head toward was wilderness, maybe time shifted, but I knew that I had experience from going there before, so I was annoyed, but not worried. I don't remember that previous dream in WL, but I remembered it as a separate session while in this dream. This wasn't scary, but it was very focused and on-task, especially since we had kids with us and having to keep them quiet. I felt like they did well though, like they hadn't been to this place we were heading, but they were going to do fine.

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Short dream about work where I was heading to a meeting and found out the guy that supposed to lead it wasn't working there anymore, but he going to lead it anyway for some reason. I considered sending him a text, but then I woke up.

I was watching an egg hatch at first I thought it was a chicken then it became clear to me that it was some kind of exotic bird almost like a dinosaur. The edible looked extremely frail as if it was dying so I tried to pick it up and put it into water witch was its natural habitat. In the process of doing that I accidentally kill the animal and I feel extremely horrified.

I was hanging out with this girl that like me but I realized that she invited another guy to come hang out with us. she like this guy and I was like oh well whatever I don't really care. The guy that she invited was a famous Pick Up Artist by the name of Mystery. when he arrived there he said that he was mixed with black and white but in real life this is not the case. I was like well you don't look half black. and then we left on how we both pulled the same girl but we both didn't care because we both had many other girls.

I’m at a high school reunion, where the entire class is in some quiz competition for a prize. One of the challenges is to guess the total height of the two shortest guys in the class, and ironically, both of those two get it wrong.

I get up for WBTB, but for circumstances beyond my control, I stay up too long and don’t have enough time to sleep before my alarm goes off. Being the genius I am, I hit the snooze button about 3 times. After pressing it the third time, I start drifting back to sleep, when I suddenly find myself standing up beside my bed. My room looks weird, as one of the walls is at an angle. I plug my nose and find that I’m dreaming. I do my usual routine that I do when I start a lucid from my bedroom - I leave through the window. I take a running start and jump, phasing through the window until I start flying outside. I look down and notice that I’m incredibly high up above a castle, having just jumped out of one of the towers on the outer edge. I decide to fly to the top of the tower, where I see a stone gargoyle perched on the roof. I fly up to it and try to start a conversation, but it just starts shouting Bible verses about sexual immorality and then flies off. Weird.

I slide down the roof, hopping from slope to slope until I finally reach the ground. I’m in this huge open field, and a ton of people in colonial outfits are walking around. It has a very Assassin’s Creed feel to it, which makes me remember (erroneously) that one of my personal goals was to assassinate someone with a hidden blade. I quietly sneak up behind one of the people and shove my hand into their back, and a blade appears that pierces through them. I look down and see that I’ve stabbed a young child - apparently this large field is a playground, as I realize everyone around me is under the age of 10. All of them stop moving and stare at me with a look of shock. I run off before the police arrive and/or the guilt sets in.

I see a marker in front of me directing me towards my actual target, which is inside this large wooden house. I sense that my target is being interrogated in a room off to the right, and I have to rescue him by sneaking around the back, where there’s a guard sitting on the stairs. Luckily, there’s a nice little space under the stairs where I can hide, but I get kinda stuck trying to crawl into it on my stomach. While I’m doing this, the guard gets up and walks towards the hallway where my legs are still sticking out. I think my cover’s blown, but instead he just says “Legs up, love.” I bend my knees and lift my feet up. “Cheers, mate.” He continues down the hall completely unconcerned. I exit and head around to the stairs, where there’s a computer screen and mouse on a desk. It obviously seems strangely out of place, but I use it anyway. When I click the mouse, a large GlaDoS-like robot comes out of the wall in the next room and tazes the guard. I come around the corner and open the door to find my target is… Claptrap from Borderlands. Except he explains to me that his name is “Gary Gary Gary”. I tell him to follow me.

I exit the room and find that I’m in a futuristic-looking train station of sorts. Everything looks white and pristine, and large electronic billboards light up the night sky. Just then, an announcement comes over the PA:
“Attention, do not be alarmed. Police are on the scene searching for a white-cloaked criminal, last seen murdering a security guard and kidnapping a service droid, Gary Gary Gary. If you have any information as to their whereabouts, please notify a police officer.”
I see a ton of police swarming the scene. “Gary!”
“Uh, it’s ‘Gary Gary Gary’…”
“Whatever! Shut up and act natural!”
I stand with my back to the officers, hoping to not draw any attention and blend in. Instead, I hear an officer shout, and a bullet whizzes past my head. “Change of plans, RUN!”

I take off towards the train tracks and cross to the other side, followed closely by Gary and my pursuers. I pull a white handgun out of my pocket and start firing back at the officers, managing to only take down one in the process. I turn down a small hallway and burst through a door here. Inside is a dark passageway with a long staircase down. I jump onto the rail and grind my way down on my feet. Once I reach the bottom, I cross another set of train tracks and reach a long staircase going back up. I turn around to see Gary has managed to keep up rather well, and behind him are fewer police officers. However, I start to hear the bark of police dogs, and I know that they’ll soon catch me. I pick up Gary and throw him under my arm. “Hold on tight!” I lean forward and put all my effort into picking up speed. It’s difficult at first, since I’m going upstairs, but I soon notice I’m taking the stairs 4 at a time at an incredible rate. I look around long enough to see the last of my pursuers disappearing into the darkness behind me. I slow back down as I reach the top of the stairs, which lead to an exit in a bright, hilly area. To the right of the exit is what looks like a street gang, but on closer inspection, I see that it’s the members of Pentatonix, singing “Zero to Hero” from Hercules. I soon wake up from my alarm going off. Not bad for a 10-minute snooze cycle.

1 NLD - 1
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
RC - 1
Fully phase through big solid object - 10
Fly - 5
Interact with a DC - 2
Basic summoning (hidden blade) - 5
2nd step (basic summoning) - 10
Super speed - 5

Night Total - 51 pts

Nothing recalled this night.

Bed @ 2230 /w water
Woke @ 0110 /w full bladder

Trick-Or-Treating
It's the day of Halloween, and I'm working on some kind of project. My wife receives a call from her parents, and from what I can hear it sounds like they're on their way over. I get stressed out - they're coming hours earlier than expected, and I'm not going to get to finish my project, so some of my plans may have to be swapped around. I decide I should probably take a quick shower now, but I don't want to do it without checking with my wife to see if she needs anything else from me, and she's still on the phone.

Now I'm walking up a guy's driveway with the kids. He's got a transparent plastic sheet, which has been painted to look like a spider web, strung across the middle of the driveway. As we're walking around it, I note that it's barely flapping at all and realize that it's somehow attached to the driveway. I take a closer look and see that something like large nails has been driven directly into the concrete. I'm surprised that something so permanent-looking would be used to hold up something that's so temporary.

Now I'm standing in front of the house. A couple of guys are sitting there, greeting people and inviting them inside. It looks like they're throwing a party and inviting everyone who comes by. I overhear him talking with my father-in-law, and they're talking something about mirrors. For the first time, I notice the entire garage door is covered by mirrors, and - looking through the front door - I can see that the interior back wall is mirrored. Going inside, I find that every wall is mirrored. The visual distortion (though not hall-of-mirrors) really messes with me, and I have trouble keeping my balance as I walk. I'm carrying my toddler and have to step very carefully so I don't fall over. I hope no one looks at me and thinks I'm drunk. As I'm trying to get back my balance, I see a couple of bookshelves on opposite sides of the room. One has new and used movies, and the other has books. Neither one is very full, and most of the movies and books are lying on their sides. I assume that the owner's real reason for inviting us to his "party" was to get us to see his "store" and encourage us to buy something. I glance over the movies and don't see anything that even remotely interests me. I glance over the books and see "Adam of the Road" and remember it fondly; then I remember that it was my daughter who read it, not me, and that the book I'm thinking of is actually "Dark Rising."

BTB @ 0125 /w water
Woke @ 0230

Taking my pills
I'm in my bathroom. I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it's exactly 3:00, which puts me only 5 minutes off from having had exactly 3 90 minute sleep cycles - perfect! Tonight I used water as my "alarm" since I wasn't sure when to set a real one for, but next time I'll just set my Fitbit's silent alarm. I take my galantamines, but I knock over the bottle as I'm trying to put the cap back on. Pills have gone everywhere, and I start to clean them up. My wife groggily sticks her head in and asks what I'm doing.

The dream was so real and so accurate that I was really confused when I saw the clock showing 2:30. It took me a couple of minutes to convince myself that it really was a dream and that I hadn't already taken it, but since I keep each dose in a separate compartment in a pill container, it was easy enough to prove that it really was a dream.

For the rest of the night, I didn't record wakings or dreams, so the dreams are less detailed and have no timestamp.

Long bridge
I'm watching a group of people driving across a long bridge to get to a city. As I look out to the sea behind them, I see many enormous waves. I wonder if the bridge is in danger from them, but I see that, despite how enormous the waves are, the bridge is tall enough to remain untouched.

Now I see the group reaching the bottom of stairwell in a parking deck. They're somehow in peril.


Flying computer
I'm in what looks like a large room in an office building. Tables with short stacks of rack-mount servers are scattered around the edges of the room. The man who's running this event - a late-twenty's man wearing a dark suit - tells us to each sit on one of the stacks of servers. I don't move for a moment, feeling like this is some kind of practical joke, but everyone else heads towards a stack and sits straddling it. Feeling a little foolish, I do the same.

Now I'm still sitting on my server, but I'm flying around the room about head-height. The main guy is congratulating me, and everyone else is looking on in a combination of amazement and jealousy.


No lucids from the galantamine tonight ...