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03.02.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Runescape Godwars and Real Life

I was playing Runescape, and judging by the armor I was wearing, I was most likely going to do an Armadyl Solo Run.

However, I realized some major items were missing on the DC I'm playing as. Apparently, I look like an Aviansie (one of the creatures you kill to get a kill count in the game to go through the gate to do a solo run on the boss).



I click on random enemies to increase my kill count, but I can't remember which ones I was killing though. Then I realized I forgot to wear a Zamorak item, but the enemies weren't hitting me at the time since I think there was another player in Void Range that was getting their kill count up as well.

So I continue shooting random monsters (other than Aviansies, which are the ones I NEED to kill to go through the door), and the thought came to my mind that the gloves that I was missing was Saradomin gloves or something like that, but I thought I needed Zamorak since no Saradomin monsters were coming after me.



Then the Zamorak minions started to attack my character, and they were ganging up on me pretty fast. I started to click random items in my inventory like they are food to heal up. I managed to click so fast, that my health went down to only 18 instead of 0.

Then I realize because of the update that increased the HP by 10 a long time ago, that "18" on my HP bar wasn't a good sign, so I started to click more and more food like mad. But then I died, I thought I lost all my expensive gear like Armadyl Chestplate and the Armadyl Chainskirt, but then I realized again that I was just an Aviansie, so no biggie.

I thought I would be teleported back to Lumbridge, but not I'm in reality again (FALSE AWAKENING), I'm already standing up near the study area of my apartment, and I see some huge object on the wall.

My mentality in this dream was going both ways, I was focusing on the reality of the dream, yet I was thinking that I was in Runescape itself, and tried to rush to get back my items (again I forgot I was an Aviansie in the dream, so it would've been pointless to go back if I remembered that I was).

I see a mini-map of Runescape, and apparently I'm in this area underground that feels like it could get me back to the Godwars area quickly. Then the dream shifts back to the reality in the dream, and I'm looking at this object on the wall near some vent.

I was near the kitchen of my apartment at the time, and I observed the object carefully to see what it was. Apparently, it was this huge (about the length of one human hand at most) was staying still on the wall.



So I assumed it was eating micro-organisms in the wall, and it started to look like a mosquito. Then I just wanted to shoo it away, but I didn't want to just wave my hand, because then it would just be another battle trying to chase it down.

I tried scaring it by pretending to slam the wall near where it was at, but it didn't move. Eventually it flys around, and I'm having a hard time keeping up with it. I think I ignore chasing it, and go back to the vent that is placed weirdly in the middle of the wall that's like 3-4 feet away from the kitchen.

I go inside the vent, and I reach back to Runescape. I'm still playing a random DC on the computer as soon as I reach whatever destination this vent took me, and I'm suddenly inside the Boss Room.



I started to panic because I had no armor on, but fortunately a player was occupying the boss, but at the same time, I remembered the boss being able to attack multiple people at once.

But I ignored this and when the player kills the boss, I do a fake call saying that I got an Armadyl Hilt from hitting the boss (I don't know why I was playing with his ego, but no hilt was there), then he teleports, maybe he fell for the bluff or something.

For some reason, what should've been the player's loot ended up to be mine. I see some green object on the floor, with some yellowish color on the sides. I right-click it and see that it says "Armadyl Warhammer."

I started go batshit crazy because it was an Armadyl item, and then examined it again, and apparently it was worth 6.4million gp.

I started to type like crazy saying I got the Armadyl Warhammer, but the problem is, this item doesn't exist in the game, and mostly the Armadyl items the boss drops is related to the Range Armor and Weapons, but I didn't pay attention to that.

Then the boss appears again, and I decided that I should teleport, but I realized I didn't take any damage from the boss and the minions as well. So I equip the warhammer to see how it would work, and this thing was fucking epic.

Whenever the player wields it and attacks a monster with it, it goes in this rapid circular motion, kind of like what happens when a player grabs a Golden hammer in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, except it made a full circle rather than the semi-circular motion going back-and-forth with the Golden Hammer.



I think each hit was faster than the whip and somewhat on the same level as the speed of a Chaotic Rapier was well. I keep hitting the boss over and over again, not taking any damage from it myself. I forgot what happened next.

Dream 2: Walkng upstairs and other random stuff

This is more of dream fragments, but I'll combine them here. I'm walking up an area going somewhere, I see two DCs that are familiar to me. Let's call them James and Steven. They were walking together talking about something.


Then the next fragment I remember is me going upstairs to some area that looks like a Help Desk. There was a computer in the middle of the cabinets forming a circle a few feet away from it. And I go up to a DC who was probably blonde and in her 40s. I ask her to help me with directions, but I can't remember where.



She tells me I needed to go to some place, and I thanked her for it and headed there.

Another dream fragment is me and some girl worrying about something. Let's call this girl Mariana, I think she goes to the same University as me, and there was something we're stressing out about.

That's all I remembered.

whiterains dream

back with a bang last night. it all started at this apartment complex i have been to many times. it is partly based on a hall at my old uni and is gigantic with a massive indoor hall space filled with poplar trees and swallows flying around. the first thing i remember is walking into a room and just instantly having a deep feeling of knowing that the people there were my people. i think i have met some of them before in dreams but the feeling was just incredible, like i had found the people i had been looking for for ever. even though the talk was of dreams and such, i still wasnt fully lucid until a couple of my real mates showed up.

often when i tell people they are in a dream, it ruins it somehow, or they get scared or simply dissapear. this time i took a different approach and just tried asking them how they got here and where did they think they were etc. all i needed to do at his point was keep the conversation going in order to stabilise the dream. unfortunately all i got were confused looks and responses so i went back outside to explore.

a couploe of old friends were walking a few dogs. this big old dog was off his lead so i grabbed his collar and walked him back to his owner and lead. it wasa girl who used to live down my road as kids. we chatted about dogs and it seemed quite a lucid aware conversation even if i was confused at the time and no longer that lucid. i mentioned the apartments and she instantly knew which ones i meant. called something spanish sounding like vista bueno. when i have been here before the dreams have had a litle bit of an experiment type feel like i am being monitored but there was much less of that this time.

i again realised i was dreaming as i walked home. for some reason i decided to try to bilocate or something. i tried to keep my 'body' walking along while transporting my mind up to above tree level. it didnt really work as i think i was starting to doubt my lucidity. the place i was walking was absolutely identical to reality so this is probably why it was hard to stay lucid. nice to be lucid in a 100% real location though.

27.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had these dreams very early in the morning (~4:50-5AM all the way before I woke up from the alarm clock at 7AM). I actually slept the day before at around 6PM, and woke up at 12AM, so that messed up my sleeping since I only wanted to take an hour nap at 6PM.

Anyway, the last dream is the one that pissed me off the most, because there were things that were extremely abnormal, and it was pretty realistic, at least at the Night time setting it had

Dream 1: Posting Photos of me IRL and receiving comments from others.

Apparently I posted a few IRL pictures of me at some party onto a forum, probably in Dreamviews (that's weird, I never been to parties here in college), and one person told me that he got several comments (turned out to be a lot instead )from people he knew from other forums about those pictures.

I can't remember what they said though, there were too many posts in fact for me to read them all. But I remember one photo was one of those self taken ones, where you can obviously see one arm was extended from above to get a shot of me. The quality of the photo looked pretty good too, I could see the glare on my eyes and small facial hair (but very small).

I think I was trying to explain what happened at the party in the other photos, then I'm suddenly in the experience that one of the photos captured. I'm inside this random room, and the DC that I can recall the most from was this blonde in front of me who spoke a language I could not understand.

(This picture below oddly resembles her, she had a slightly square chin like the one below, but she was a bit older than this one).


I was probably 3 inches from this woman, and her eyes are looking up towards mine (she's slightly shorter than me by a few inches).

I ignore her because the stare looked like what anyone would do when they see someone new inside the room I guess, then I go somewhere else in this room full of DCs. I tried going one way, but it was blocked by another.

Then I find a place to sit, but there are too many DCs to even sit on. One DC in front looked like my mother, but she was sitting near the edgiest edge of the fairly wide couch others were sitting on.

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 2: Science Lecture Night Class, Annoying Sound, Slutty Housewife

I was inside a lecture class at Texas A&M. It seemed to be a night class (I don't have any classes at night that start from 7-9pm) and it looked like it was a Chemistry Course as well. While the instructor, who was a male that was fairly huge in weight was talking about things I don't remember, there's this annoying sound coming from the wall.

It wasn't too loud, and everyone else in the room probably didn't hear it, but then it got louder and louder. From where I was sitting in this lecture class, I could see a small rectangular hole going vertical on the wall the sound was coming from. I peek through the hole and see one or two DCs that I know of in real life.



Let's call one "Tim" since he resembled the guy from the Tennis Team I was in at Cypress Lakes High School when I was Sophomore and Junior there.

The lecturer, whose features that become more apparent to me, was wearing a huge dark shirt to probably conceal the bad parts of his stomach (again he was fairly huge). He had brown or black hair that was pretty well groomed and looked very smooth.

He said in response to the annoying sound that he will take attendance really quick, and will give one of the loudest yell he could give at the room or hallway the sound was coming from. I'm guessing he was trying to suppress his rage until he was done taking attendance and getting out of the room.

I think a dream fragment came from this dream, so I'll add it here: Basically the dream repeats with a different lecturer, and I tell him that the sound from the wall is just something they had to do and it's best to tolerate it. He agreed and was trying to read, but the sound made it too hard for me to understand what he was saying, and then the fragment fades....(now back to the main dream).

Then the dude from the room where the sound is coming from is screaming that someone jacked his car. Apparently he was doing something for them, and he forgot about his car keys, and he assumed that they stole it from him.

He started panicking on how his mother would freaking kill him if she found out about this.

Then all of a sudden, I'm being displayed a chat system (like an IRC) with a picture of an anime lady on the right in red hair I believe (or brown hair that was very close from being red).

(Kind of like the picture below, except she was on the right side, and she wasn't EVA either



Someone was typing to her hypothetical questions on what she would do if her son got the car given to him stolen. (which is apparently Tim's mother I'm assuming since this part started a few seconds after his panicking).

I can't remember what exactly what she said, in fact, I was paying attention to her while using my peripheral vision on the messages coming up on the left. She was one of those purple tank tops, or the tops that made a V-shape on the person's chest to emphasis on the cleavage.



She was wearing a skirt too, and it seemed she was on a bed sitting at the edge of it.

She looked like a "Rich Housewife" type of mother. She was smiling and had cellphone on her hand. It was a still picture, but it progressed to other still pictures of her in different positions later on.

So by now, I realized that when she's talking on the phone, her words are being transferred to the chatting system on the left. The last part of what she said that I remembered was something about not having much of a libido anymore.

(I'm not too sure if she said "Libido" or "Anima," but it if was "Anima," it would've been weirder because she's a female, not a male. So most likely the word was "Libido," but I still had some doubt about what she said since some of the text was a bit blurry to me.)

I think she was lying when she said she didn't have much a libido, because through the whole phone call, she's smiling, at least the picture of her on the right is smiling. Then the picture shows her fingering her vagina throughout the whole phone call.

This woman was wet down there, like she enjoyed being a liar and had some kind of fetish or something for phone talk. She had that devilish smirk on her face as if she did something immoral.

All I remember for that one.

Dream 3:

I'm outside near a place that resembles the area my Apartment is at near my University,and it's night time, or at least very early in the morning where it's still dark (2-4AM setting to it probably). I'm also in my underwear throughout this entire dream (until the dream scene changes)

As I'm walking towards my apartment (it's on the bottom section of the overall complex), I see this blonde DC when I get to the door to go into my apartment.

I couldn't get a good analysis on her face other than she probably wore mascara on her eyes and her hair seemed to be bleached, but still retained some blonde color to it.



I also see these brown ponies, maybe one to four overall, following this DC in this dark setting. There was one horse that came near the small patch of grass near my apartment, probably to eat from it.



At this point, I'm leaning against the curved sides on the wall looking at this blonde walk from the street. Then I realize the pony had to go back to her, and said to it "Hey!"

It looked at me quickly, and it looked so adorable when it responded to me by moving its head to my direction.

But I didn't want the blonde to see me for some odd reason, so I tried to shoo off the pony to go back to the female while trying to hide from the female at the same time.

It finally did, and the blonde turned around and realized it wasn't with the group, and I think she called it to come and it did.

Then the dream scene changes where there's this mini-bookstore conveniently placed in front of me, and there are DCs lining up to go into the store at night or early morning where it's still dark out. (This is probably a dream fragment that occurred after the blonde DC one).

I'm still in my underwear, and I'm holding two packs of stamps that had the color of red. It's those stamps you use to make a mark on a piece of paper or whatever. It even looked like those candle material stamps they used for scrolls too.



I stamp a random yellow piece of paper I believe, and I think after that, a DC in front of me was collecting these yellow papers that other DCs were giving to him as well. He faces me signaling if I'm done with the paper, but I probably said no and kept holding on to it.

That's all I remember for that dream and the dream fragment.

I WAS REALLY PISSED THAT I DIDN'T DO A RC when I met the blonde. .

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was daytime. I was out on a street somewhere, probably in Brooklyn. There were a lot of people out on the street. I was apparently really focused in on something I was doing. But some person, maybe an older, kind of fat, white man, was talking to me.

The man told me that there had been some huge thing having to do with guns just down the road. There may have been a small gunfight. But the really big deal about it was that there were a whole lot of people all gathered together, and they all either had or were making a lot of guns.

The street the man was talking about was just down the block and around the left corner. It suddenly occurred to me that I needed to go down that block. The person who had been talking to me told me not to go down that block. But I didn't have a choice. I needed to go.

I was now walking down the block. It was as bright and sunny there as on a summer day. To my left was some kind of tall, chain-link fence, like might be around a school. Beyond that, farther down the sidewalk, were some brownstone row-houses and some narrow, shortish apartment buildings.

But to my right, the street, just down the way from me, was filled with cars. The cars looked like 1970s cars, more like Cadillac style than hot-rod style. They were all parked at odd angles, right in the middle of the street.

There were people sitting and standing among the cars, as well as on the stoops of brownstones on the right side of the street. I think the people were mostly white, kind of overweight, with hair in a kind of buzz cut. They may have worn black t-shirts.

I could see that all these people were either making guns or cleaning up their guns. I knew that whatever they were doing, it was horribly illegal, and that I was probably walking through the middle of a really bad situation.

I just tried to act like I didn't see anything. A few guys on my side of the street were helping out the gun guys somehow. They seemed to be suspicious of me, wondering why I was walking around here. But my nonchalant attitude made them less worried about me.

I had realized -- at some point -- that I was here because I used to live here. I'd moved to a different place a long time ago. But for some reason, some of my mail was still being delivered here. I had to come back here and pick up some of my mis-delivered mail.

I walked up to one of the narrow, short apartment buildings. The door of the building was glass with bars behind it that looked like chrome bars, which just glared in the summer-bright light. This was where I used to live.

There was a circus-peanut orange colored card in the door, somehow, as if the card were sticking out of the bars -- even though the bars were *behind* the glass of the door!

I pulled the card out and looked at it. It was some kind of postal service request card, stating that all mail should be delivered to my new address. The address was the exact address of where I live nowadays IWL, except, perhaps, without the apartment number.

I still needed to get my old mail. So I walked into the apartment. Inside, the place looked like the interior of a nice brownstone row-house. There was a nice first floor hallway area, which, it seemed to me, led to a spacious living area, probably where my old landlady would have lived.

There was a staircase along the right wall. I walked up the staircase. The staircase ended with a doorway that opened into a hallway. Along the right wall of the hallway were rooms. People would rent the rooms and then share the bathroom and kitchen on this floor.

My old room had been the room closest to the doorway at the top of the staircase. The door to the room was wide open. The room was empty. It was like nobody had moved in there since I'd left. I think I was now questioning whether I hadn't left this place only very recently, and not a long time ago, like I'd thought before.

I went into the room. There was a bed that took up most of the room. On the left side there was a weird niche in the wall, like a closet. But the shelf in the closet was low: waist-high, so that it almost looked like it could be used as a writing desk.

The place was all dusty. Some of the dust in the corners and on the surfaces of things was so old and caked up that it was starting to get gummy.

Something about the fact that this place felt so abandoned, so quiet and empty, made me feel like I should move back here. I was starting to feel like I couldn't live in my new place anymore, anyway. So maybe I would see about moving back here.

I walked back down to the front door of the apartment. But as I was leaving, my old landlady was walking up to the front door. I had been hoping that I could get into and out of the house without her ever knowing I was here. I'd felt like if she saw me, she'd harrass me about something.

I opened the door for my landlady. I greeted her. I walked outside. But instead of going out into the neighborhood I'd just been in, I walked into a big front patio of a house, which had been converted into a sun-room. It had grass-green, plasticky-feeling carpeting. Beyond the sun-room, the neighborhood also looked much nicer.

My old landlady looked about the same, except that she was a bit heavier nowadays. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt. She told me that I still owed her my last week's rent. She'd thought that maybe that was why I was here.

I told my old landlady that I didn't owe her the money. I'd paid her everything when I'd left. I saw an image of my hands with a handful of bills. I was visually counting out everything I'd paid my old landlady before I'd left. I was even starting to think that I'd paid my landlady too much, and that she owed me some money.

But I knew it would be tough enough just to convince my landlady that I didn't owe her any money. I was trying to get my thoughts clear enough so that I could make the right argument. I didn't know if I could do it. It kept feeling like I was losing my train of thought.

As I was trying to pull my arguments together, my old landlady walked back toward the front door of this sun-room patio. My old landlady was talking to me about something, like she was still annoyed with me, but was trying to be friendly.

My old landlady spread out her arms, like she was taking in the sun. I noticed that the sides of my landlady's white, long sleeves had black designs on them.

The designs were very much like the flame-like emblems of the "tribal" genre of tattoos. But they also had a kind of "vintage," Ed Hardy kind of look. For some reason, seeing these tattoo-like designs on my old landlady's shirt made me wonder if my old landlady actually had tattoos.

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I'm relaxing in my living room with several of my friends. I've moved out of my old place and into a new one with four other guy friends of mine. One is very close to me, the other two are almost strangers. The place seemed to be getting very dirty and no one wanted to help clean it up. One of my roommates in particular got fed up and sent a message out to the rest of us that we needed to clean the place up. No one seemed to care.

It was then announced we'd be having a party that night. I looked around in contempt and the mess that had accumulated over just a few weeks and how much worse it was going to look after a party. I decide to go take a shower to relieve myself of the stress. The shower room was low and tight, just like the living room, and each corner of the walls had a bright light (so there was no where comfortable to stare). I remember thinking how much I missed my old house.

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was riding in a car with a group of people. I sat in the backseat, on the passenger side. We were driving through a neighborhood full of buildings that looked kind of like houses, but were more like apartments. They were thin and tall, with three or four floors. Each floor was like its own apartment.

We drove past blocks and blocks of these houses. We were also driving really fast, passing all the houses at an incredible rate. We went up and down hills. Some of the hills we passed over seemed to have these house-like apartments set into them.

As we passed the side of one of these buildings, a woman, either in my head or in the car, told some weird story about how she'd accidentally dialed 911 on her phone and then left the phone alone. The girl was some kind of hot girl, and she lived with a couple other hot girls.

Apparently all the girls thought they were going to get in trouble. But they also thought the whole thing had been some kind of prank that another girl had played on them.

We now blasted through a neighborhood full of these houses. But as we did, we seemed to lift up onto a ramp. It lifted us over what looked like two or three different levels of these blocks of tall, thin house-apartments.

As we drove along, the levels of housing blocks began to appear more like floors in a gigantic shopping mall. It was like we were driving along a balcony walkway in the mall, one that took us across the center of the open space made by the balconies projecting out from the walls.

I saw all of this as if I were positioned backward in the car. But soon it was like I was in the front of the front seat, looking back beyond the people in the front and back seats. Then it was like the car we'd been in was gone. The people who'd been in the car were probably also gone now.

I could see all the way down to the first floor of the mall. I saw that the mall's floorplan was built with a circle at its center. From this circle, the mall branched off into four separate shopping areas. They must have been corridors full of stores. But all I could see was that the areas each began with one huge store.

The back section, which was, apparently, where we'd come from, was green. The sections to the left and right were blue and yellow -- maybe yellow on my right and blue on my left. I'm not sure. And I don't know what the color of the front section was.

I was now up on some high floor in the mall, probably standing out at the top of the escalators and in front of a map and information sign.

A man or woman stood with me. He or she was tall with grey hair. He or she seemed kind of intelligent, probably liberal.

The person asked me something like would I like him or her to take me around the mall. I said no. I didn't have much time to spend in the mall, anyway, and I already had a plan for how I was going to do it.

I said that I had come from the green area. I knew that each section of the mall was humongous, enough for one day's worth of exploration. I said I was going to head back to the green area and spend a little time there. Then I'd look for the exit and, apparently, find the car I'd driven here in the parking lot.

The person may possibly have said that was fine. The person was now gone.

I turned around and walked toward the front area. I walked into some big, dim room. The room was empty, and it was barely lit with an almost amber-colored light. It was shaped kind of like a wide, shallow seashell. The walls were a dark, polished, black material.

There were quite a few people in the room. But we were all quiet and calm. An Asian woman's voice came on over some speakers. The woman began informing us that everything was about to begin.

Apparently we all, even I, knew what to do. We walked to the edge of the room, where the carpet stepped up toward the wall, forming something like a kneeling area, like for communion at church. We all knelt down.

The woman told us something about breathing in a substance which would cause hallucinations. The hallucinations weren't caused, the woman said, by the chemical. Rather, the chemicals we'd breathe in would trigger the chemical "mercaptan" (???) in our brains. This would create hallucinations.

As we breathed in the substance we would have to think of some famous person we wanted to see. We would hallucinate that person, but the person would also do something like materialize, be real.

We all now put plastic bags over our mouths and, probably, noses. The bags were weaker than grocery bags. But they were all about half-inflated with something. Even when the air inside the bag was breathed in, the bag remained half-inflated. I tried to figure out how it worked. But I couldn't.

I breathed the air in. I could smell a trace of something, which I assumed was the drug. The famous person I wanted to see was the 17th century English poet Abraham Cowley. So I focused on him.

At some point the back wall had disappeared, revealing another room like the room I was in. The room was completely empty.

But I wasn't having any hallucinations about Abraham Cowley. I figured this whole thing probably didn't work after all, anyway. I pulled the bag down from my face.

I know got a bit of a heavy bump from someone on my right side. I looked over -- it was now like I was sitting on a stool at a bar. All the people were sitting at the bar. And the wall seemed to be back.

The person to my right was standing. It was the person who had been standing with me near the information map. I now knew that this person was a man. But he was now done up completely like a woman. The reason he'd left before was so he could get all done up.

He didn't look bad. He was probably in his fifties, and he dressed like a liberal woman in her fifties. He wore jeans and a black, ribbed, turtleneck sweater. He had his short, grey hair done in a feminine fashion. He wore a lot of foundation makeup, which I thought was weird. But he didn't look bad.

Still, I was kind of embarrassed that the guy had come to hang out with me. I wondered if, wherever we went in the mall, the people around us would think I was going out on a date with this guy. I didn't want anybody to think that.

(Shallow...)

The person spoke about something in a relaxed but kind of loud voice. As the person spoke I felt a bit more relaxed. It seemed like if we just spoke about things that didn't have to do with sexuality, I wouldn't have to worry about what people would think of me for walking around with the person.

7/13/2011
I was still drowsy after waking and decided to attempt a WILD.

I'm in my apartment. I realize I'm definitely past the SP bit. I decide to plunge into the wall, just to see what happens. I float towards the wall, hands first, and go right through.

Everything goes dark and fuzzy and murky. I try rubbing my hands together, but it doesn't help.

I'm swimming through the air towards an island. It's a small island that looks a bit like a small mesa sticking up out of the... nothingness? There are one or two people on the island. There are bookcases with manga and some odd small pillars. I hold on to one of the bookcases too hard while looking around and they all fall down. What a mess.

There is a jock who is in to hockey and a gun in a store. I find a thing with rings and netting. I put one ring on each finger of my right hand, but it is difficult because of the netting. When I finish, it's supposed to bind or take over my hand or something, but it doesn't really work.

I'm a scrawny teenage boy with black hair. My arm moves by itself and pulls out a gun. It's not my fault! I'm innocent!

I'm at M's. There are dogs. I shouldn't be afraid of the new one, that's small and brown and white. It's like the other one I like. I let it jump up on the chair and snuggle next to me. I feel a bit like I'm in SP.

My vision is fading. I try hard to open my eyes, but only open my eyes in reality. I see the watch I'd put on my nightstand this morning. I don't RC though.

My sister's dog is eating. He managed to carry a lot of kibble off to eat by himself. I'm refilling the food bowl with a book. I open it up and shake it and a bit of kibble falls out. When it stops, I open to a different page and try again. I didn't get much kibble out of it.

A very vague scene in which I am part of a group or duo.

My sister's dog is on the couch. He falls all over my water bottles. I pull one out. He's fallen down, and someone puts their knee on top of him. Poor pinned puppy.

I was lucid for most of the dream, but I don't remember for sure on some of the parts, whether I was lucid or not. I only put the bits I was sure I was lucid during in blue.

6/29/2011
I'm in some sort of underwater vehicle with others, exploring in the ocean. I remember something about a shipwreck or magic or some sort of danger.

I'm at an apartment complex. I'm discovering great music, and I don't understand the words. It's in Latin or something. I'm trying to weigh myself. I fiddle with the scale to try to get it to work. Someone comes in. I hide behind the shower curtain, using the mirror to make sure I'm hidden, but it's just A.

Some security guard types are mixing a vat of candy stuff with a pretzel stick. It's deadly? They're feeding it to the seniors. Old guy above my apartment climbs down a trapdoor to the first floor and sees people moving outside. He starts to figure out what's going on and throws a fit.

I'm in a rocket, flying dangerously. I land on a strange tiny moon. There is lots of greenery, but one section is wilted and black. It seems evil and scary. There is a path with sprinklers on one side. I attempt to walk past without getting wet and fail. The king/mother/god of all sprinklers is at the end. I get very wet.

I turn the corner. There is a very localized bit of rain. I walk through it, and something presses against me from both sides, scrubbing, cleaning. It's like a car wash. Next up is polishing. I manage to dodge past that.

Turning the next corner, I'm back in the apartment complex corridor. I go in and find the old guy and someone else lying on their backs on the floor. They won't wake up. I try to open their eyes. I'm panicking. Their eyes won't open.

After waking, I read a bit and then decided to attempt a WILD. I think I wrote the various bits down in the wrong order, but I've got no idea what the right order is.

Fragmented experiences with vivid imagery. I see rotating vistas. I experience sleep paralysis sensations, breaking through into dream without being able to move or having no body.

I'm walking around my old house wrapped in a blanket, but when I look in the hall mirror, I see a shady, indistinct figure wrapped in a blanket whose only distinguishable feature is two bright blue points of light for eyes.

I'm in a department store, but I'm incorporeal, apparently. No one can see or hear me. I decide to become a fantasy character named Simon. I draw my sword. Apparently, I'm not invisible anymore, as everyone is frightened, running and crying out. I put the sword away and walk outside the store. There is a girl with long, straight, blond hair.

I hear a female voice talking about my death, as if it would be an experiment (on the world). She wonders if I am ready for "suicide counseling."

I remember something about a cliff, falling, a brief glimpse of my grieving mother, and a scene taking place in a bathroom.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A view of some area almost like a tarmac, though with no visible airport. A building more like an apartment complex stood off in the distance and to the left. Some structure like the shelter for a train stop was in the foregroung.

On the concrete ground lay four or five people, living or dead, face down. They all seemed to be adult men. They weren't wearing any shirts, and their pants looked like pajama pants. The men were all really skinny and pale.

A military man, a white man in a green, official-looking uniform and a round, hard helmet, stood at the right end of the row of bodies. Two soldiers stood on the left end. The two soldiers may have been holding up another one of these emaciated men. The man probably wasn't old, but his face looked old.

The soldiers let the man go. The leading military man told the man that if he complied, he'd be let go, so that he shouldn't be afraid, and he should just lie down by the rest of the men.

As the man did this, the leading military man may have shot him in the stomach.

A narrator's voice came on saying that during the years of (World War Two?) this was the way of life for many male college students in America. They would be taken to these camps and put through all kinds of torture. They'd be promised freedom, but it would only lead to more torture.

There were now scene of military people driving around on this tarmac-like area in civilian 1970s-style cars. The military people would drive over camp inmates who had been laid down on the road. The inmate's emaciated bodies would generally split right open.

One scene showed how at least the top half of an inmate got caught in the back right wheel-well of one car, or actually got stuck to the wheel itself, so that it was just thudding along with the car.

The narrator's voice said that these camps had all been part of a CIA mind control experiment. Part of the experiment had been to see how much the prisoners could take. But the main part was to see how far they could brainwash the soldiers to do any cruel, or even absurd, thing.

Another scene showed soldiers in some green-walled area that looked partly like an airplane hangar or garage and partly like a 1950s-style diner. A leading military man stood off to the right. A row of prisoners lay on the ground. And two soldiers stood over the prisoners.

Again, the prisoners may have been dead, but I could't tell. The two soldiers were pacing back and forth, pointing vanilla ice cream cones at the prisoners' backs.

The soldiers were acting like they had convinced the prisoners that they were only going to threaten them with the ice cream cones as long as they played along. But they really were going to shoot them. Or the soldiers may possibly have thought they really had guns, while they only had ice cream cones.

Dream #2

I was out with somebody else in a grassy clearing in the wilderness. We were doing something like consulting somebody about getting the person's car fixed. It seemed like this was going to take a while, so I decided to go for a walk.

I walked down a small slope on a dirt path. The path was well maintained and smooth. The soil was a pleasant shade of brown. On either side of me was tall, deeply green grass with some glimmers of orange or tan grass. To my left the land sloped down a bit. To my right, it sloped up a bit. It was late afternoon, and the sky was silvery-blue, getting dim.

For some reason I looked behind me, as if I'd expected to see something. I did. A deer seemed to be peeking its head out from the tall grass. Either I'd startled it or it wanted to cross the path but was waiting until I was no longer looking at it. The deer's head was huge -- like the deer was twice as big as a normal deer.

Either this deer or another deer now walked out onto the path and slightly up the slope. This deer was normal sized. But her coat had traces of green and orange in it, as if to help her blend in with the grass. And she had a huge cone coming out of the back of her head. The cone looked like the rest of the deer's body, but it was as big as a giraffe's neck!

I turned around and continued walking along the path. The slope up to my right was pretty gentle, and I could just see over it. It appeared that there was a road just past the slope. On the other side of the road a group of animals stood just at the edge of a dense stand of trees.

These animals looked at first like deer to me. But they were a bit too big-bodied. I then assumed they must be elk. But their coats were largely white, with cloudings and splotches of red-brown fur.

The slope seemed much steeper now, so that it was much harder for me to see the "elk." It seemed like the elk wanted to cross the street, but that they were afraid to cross while I was around.

I called to the elk in a high, kind of motherly voice, hoping that would make them less afraid. But I then felt that if they felt threatened by my heightened activity, they'd stampede.

I felt like they might stampede anyway, so I was trying to get past this area quickly. But I didn't know how wide this herd was -- herds of elk could be huge, I thought. It was also getting harder for me to walk.

For a moment I thought I would get off the path altogether, go up the slope so I could see how many elk I was dealing with. But the path had become a trench, kind of difficult to get out of. I worried that the elk would stampede and trap me in the trench, trampling me to death.

I thought I had to get out of this trench right away. But now the trench had gotten even deeper, maybe 4 meters deep, with flat-vertical walls. There was no way I could get out. But I thought the narrowness of the trench might now save me: the elk might just jump over.

Dream #3

I was walking through some kind of gigantic warehouse. The warehouse had tons of rooms. The rooms were all huge, like aisles ina big box warehouse, like a Sam's Club. There were shelves, all filled with both boxes and clear, plastic containers. The boxes and containers were all about a meter long and half a meter wide and deep.

I knew that every resident in an apartment complex was being moved out. They were all probably being moved to another specific apartment complex. Each resident (i.e. every person in each household) had been given one cardboard box and one clear plastic container. Everything each individual wanted to take had to fit into his two containers.

For some reason I imagined a litte, Mexican girl and her brother running happily around their house, figuring out what stuff they wanted to take with them.

All the families were now packed up. The boxes were all in the storage area. And at some point all this stuff would be moved to the new apartment complex.

I walked around a bit, looking in through the sides of the clear, plastic containers. I didn't see anything of interest. The boxes and plastic containers had all been set really haphazardly on the shelves. Some of them weren't even set right side up.

Dream #4

A young, blonde boy with slightly tanned skin was in some place like a warehouse or factory. The boy had kind of warped himself here. He had discovered a time machine, which wasn't exactly a time machine, but something more like a dimensional warp machine.

The boy had warped himself into a dimension like earth, concurrent with a different time on earth, but with some different physical laws. But the boy was using the physical laws here to help change things for the better in his own dimension.

But the boy was slightly worried. It seemed like some of the stuff he was doing here to benefit his own dimension was actually hurting this dimension. But, then, he didn't seem to care. He took a kind of troublemaker attitude and revelled in messing things up.

The boy ran around the factory. There were rows of boxes, huge pipes, vats, and other mechanisms. There were also some kind of mechanical pits that the boy would occasionally jump into and out of.

The only effect I could see the boy having on this place was that whenever he acted with "too much energy," he left bright green and bright pink tracers or shadows or silhouettes of himself in the area. Sometimes these tracers were slimy. But these tracers had the effect of tearing through reality. This could destroy both this and the boy's dimensions.

There was then another scene, unrelated to the boy. I don't remember anything about it.

The scene then returned to the factory the boy had been in. The boy was no longer there. He may now have been a man. But the man had gone back to his own dimension. A woman remarked that the man could, however, accidentally be brought back to this dimension, which would be dangerous for him.

The woman, some kind of Xena-like Amazon Queen, now stood in a blue, temple-like room with a man who sort of looked like an evil wizard. The two stood before a wall that had sloping-up shapes in them, like the upward sloping of a huge organ. In the center of this was a round, dark doorway. This was a "time machine."

The woman and the man spoke about how it was good that the humans had decided no longer to use the time machine. As they spoke, the view of them became a view from a television screen.

My view was in a dark living room. It seemed to be backing and backing away from the screen, until it was finally in my body again. I was sitting on the floor, with my back against a couch. The couch may have had a plushy, pale beige fabric. But it may have been covered over with a white sheet.

I was now sitting up on the couch. My old friends R and L were laying together on the top edge of the couch, leaning against the wall against which the couch was set.

L (a woman) commented that she thought it was good that the humans and the people from the other dimension were learning how to cooperate using the time machine technology.

R (a man) said, "No way! If I were the people from the other dimension, I'd act like a Mock (or Lock), like in the book The Time Machine! I'd just act like a beast to that time machine, and bam! bam! break it up!"

As R said "bam! bam!" he slammed his arm down twice on my face. He slammed my nose really hard, leaving it hurt and stinging.

I was about to yell, "What the hell are you doing?" But I calmed down immediately. I knew if I yelled, R would just act like he didn't know why I was so mad.

I turned around to R, who was wrapped up to his face in a white sheet with L. I got right in his face and very calmly said, "I know you meant to do that. You meant to hit me in the face. You meant to be an asshole."

R very calmly looked at me. He said, "You're right. I did mean to do it to you. And you know what? From this day on, I'm just going to be a terrible person to you."

I said, "Oh. Okay." I knew I was living here with R and L. So I figured I'd have to get out of here as soon as possible, hopefully even by the coming day.

I started working through my thoughts, while still looking at R, trying to figure out how I could get rid of everything I didn't need, and how to move everything I needed as efficiently as possible.

I couldn't believe how young R looked, as young as he looked when I first met him, sixteen years ago!

I remembered the whole dreams the whole morning, but since I didn't get to write any of it down until now, I have forgotten most of the dreams and now only have parts of them .

The first interesting thing is that today being the day after I decided to try lucid dreaming again I woke up precisely at 4:34 AM. When I saw the time, I wondered if this was the same time I used to get up 2 years ago to do my WBTB WILDs that were never successful. I checked my offline alarms and there it was! "4:34 AM WILD Recurrent Alarm". I thought that was Extremely awesome so I took it as an opportunity to try it again.

(The dream I had at that time that I woke up had to do with arguing or something, which is understandable because I fell asleep in a not-so-good mood.)

Anyway, after waking up at 4:34, I got up, woke myself up completely, and then went back to bed to try WILDing. Unfortunately, I just got really scared because the day before, I watched 'The Fourth Kind' and I always get scared the most by scary movies at night when I'm alone. So I decided to go downstairs and watch TV instead to help clear my mind of any negativity, where I fell asleep and had a dream:

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The first part of the dream that I remember is where I am in the online game world of 'AION'. I'm wearing some nice light armor and using a Bow and Arrows to train on large pigs or something. I am in a beautiful overgrown enchanted forest, and I recall being in very similar dreams before. There are many other Elyos training with me. They seem to be very focused on the kill while I am mostly just enjoying the feeling of being one with the deep enchanted forest. It is quiet and so so peaceful.

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The next part of the dream that I remember is where I am in a nice apartment building that is apparently my friend's, Sarah's. This apartment building is huge and beautifully decorated. The carpet is red, and all rooms are cozy and comfortable. I am going back up the elevator to Sarah's home. I can't recall which floor she's on. I pick 5. I walk out the elevator. I walk down the hall and turn to my left where there is a huuge room with winding stairs along the curved walls. The stairs are wooden with gold in some parts, and the steps are of an elegant deep red carpet. The walls are of a warm brown colour I think, perhaps it was dark wood. There are traditional candles lighting up the walls and a beautiful cristal chandelier on the center of the room. There is also some furniture, but I can't recall exactly what and where it was.
I start walking up the stairs, confused about where I'm supposed to find Sarah's apartment. A boy that is a year younger than me runs up the stairs, catches up with me, and asks me if I'm lost. He looks like this Asian-American guy from last year's English class that I had a crush on, but I don't question if it is actually him or someone who looks like him.
I lie down on the stairs, stare up at the ceiling, sigh and say "yeah. I'm trying to find my friend's, Sarah's apartment, but I forgot everything about where it might be."
He lied down next to me and stared up at the ceiling with me. "hmm." He said. "I think she's on the <don't remember> floor."
"Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I didn't see her there."
"Maybe her apartment will show up if you check again?"
"Yeah. For now I think I'll just enjoy this view of the stars." (Somehow the ceiling was the starry sky at this point)
The stars were just as I'd remembered them at the cottage last Summer. They gave off almost the same enchanted feeling that the dense forest gave off from the Aion portion of the dream - but I only acknowledged this while studying the dreams after waking up.

Then I think I get up and search more with that guy. We talk while we search, at one point we end up on the roof top where we get a beautiful view of the stars - which is also the landscape somehow... The stars are the view below us as well is what I mean. This does not seem strange to me however. I simply enjoy the peacefulness of everything. Then we continue searching, and eventually we find what I've been looking for. Sarah's apartment! Which ends up being my family's and my apartment. It looks very very nice. I question the strangeness of how it is my apartment a little, but get preoccupied with my mom asking me to do some things. The guy is gone. I saw Sarah there, but couldn't know exactly where she was, it was as if she was an apparition, but I did not question it. We had food that I recall thinking of being very good food but can't remember what the food was or tasted like.
A part of this dream also exists where I meet my brother's fiancee's sister, who in real life I've been told has eyebrows that make her look angry all the time, and I find out (in the dream) that my brother dated her before too. :/

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The last part of the dream that I recall was at some desert place that I can compare to what I think of Area 51. There are about 7 nuclear balloons floating in the sky that are in danger of exploding!! Each nuclear balloon is responsible for the energy in almost each continent of the world - Africa, North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Australia, and not Antarctica! The seventh balloon is called "THE WORLD." It is presumed that if any of these balloons blow up, their respective areas will be be blown up also. Meaning if the World balloon blew up, that would mean the end of the world.
For some reason my Dad is there with me. He runs to the gunner on the right and aims at the largest balloon (label unknown ) while I stand there motionless watching the action.
The dream switches to first person shooter mode, where I am my Dad shooting at the balloons. There is a bar on the top left corner showing the remaining life of the balloon I am shooting. For some reason, shooting the balloons will keep them from exploding. I acknowledge that the life bar may perhaps indeed prove the opposite, but I ignore this fact and do what I think I have been instructed to do! I keep shooting the balloon.

:edit: I just searched for the balloons that were in the dream and they looked exactly like this one, but only the balloon part, not the basket:



This turns out to be a 1861 civil war balloon. Interesting huh. (I've never seen this balloon before in my life, and in the dream I was shooting at it) Seeing as I was my Dad in this part of the dream, shooting at the balloons for illogical reasons I knew not of, I think it could have been a past life of my dad.

(That nuclear balloon part of the dream did not have that enchanted feeling like the other parts had. It was more of a thrilling happy feeling)

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Then I wake up.

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in "my apartment," in my bathroom, looking at my face in the mirror. The bathroom was dark, with light coming in only from another room. I was disappointed with my appearance. I felt like I looked really ugly.

There was suddenly a knock on my front door. I didn't know anybody who'd be knocking on my door at this time, so I was afraid to open the door. I went to look through the peephole to see who was there -- I was even afraid to do that.

The person at the door was a tall, muscular black man wearing a black tank top, khaki shorts, and a baseball cap tilted off to the side of his head. He was bouncing around a lot. He looked annoyed or angry. I didn't open the door or acknowledge the man. I just walked away from the door and back to the bathroom.

There was another knock at the door. This time I stood frozen in the doorway of my bathroom, afraid to even go to the door. I looked from the bathroom to the door.

My apartment was really big. It was like the bathroom was at the front of a short hallway. Between the hallway and the front door was a living room. But the living room was more like two huge rooms. Both the rooms were plainly visible, but dark. In the center was a kind of columned space that was lit with incandescent light. There was nice, kind of old-style furniture everywhere.

I somehow saw through the door, which now had a window of greenish and pinkish stained glass in a diamond-grid pattern on it. At the door were two old, white men, kind of overweight, with white hair. It was now like part of the stained glass on my door had been broken. The men could see into my house. But I didn't know if they could see me.

There was a really nice, big, comfortable armchair near the hallway. A very pretty, blonde, little girl in a really nice, fancy dress, sat in the chair. She made some kind of remark about the people at the door. The remark was made with a cheerful tone, but it was kind of dark. It made me feel like the two white men at my door were probably here only to cause trouble for me, but that I should probably open the door to them anyway.

I was about to go open the door for the men. But they now saw me through the smashed-out pieces in the stained glass on my door. The men said something about how they had only been here to help me. They were probably going to install some kind of device in my house. But if I didn't want to open the door for them, they weren't going to waste their time.

The two men left my door. I ran after them, hoping to get them so they could do whatever good thing they were going to do for me. I must have gotten down to the ground floor of my apartment building. In an area that may have been a little small and cramped, possibly busy with some kind of housework, I met a woman, another resident.

The woman said, "Oh, those guys are all holding a big meeting for all of us downstairs later on. They gave everybody that speech. They figured it was a good way to make everybody feel guilty. So that way everybody would want the thing the men want to put in the house. So now, to find out what it is, we all have to go to this meeting."

I was now outside, in a neighborhood that looked a lot like my neighborhood in waking life. It was late afternoon or early morning. The sky was deep, vivid blue, but there were also bright, red-pink clouds in the sky. I remarked to myself that I'd never seen clouds with such a strong, red tint.

Somehow my psychiatrist met me a couple of blocks down from my apartment. I was walking back to my apartment. So my psychiatrist walked with me. We passed a small family that was taking up the entire sidewalk. We had to maneuver past them. I squeezed along a chain-link fence along the sidewalk.

One of the kids of the family may have been on a tricycle. Another of the kids was a little, Latina girl with dark skin and long, black hair. She was maybe ten or eleven years old. She wore a bikini with a black and white design of tighly interlocking patterns, like Native American pottery paintings. She also may have had red scrunchees holding her hair back in either a ponytail or two pigtails.

I had been very interested in the Native American design on the girl's bikini. I had never seen that before. But the girl had been kind of crouched down near the bicycle. And when she stood up, something about the sight of her rear end as it went from a crouching to a standing position really turned me on. So I looked away, ashamed of being turned on by a little girl, especially in front of my psychiatrist.

We crossed the street. I was looking down to the sidewalk and up to the strikingly red-pink clouds as my psychiatrist spoke with me. My psychiatrist told me that she had some meeting set up with me and another psychiatrist, possibly a man. She told me that soon I'd be able to go to "special sessions" with this second psychiatrist.

My psychiatrist told me that she'd tell me more once we got inside. Apparently my apartment complex actually held her counseling office instead of my apartment.

I asked my psychiatrist if I would still be doing regular sessions with her, since the sessions with the guy would only be "special sessions." I mentioned some previous psychiatrist I'd had before, without being able to remember her name, as if I had seen her for "special sessions" while still seeing my psychiatrist for "regular sessions." But my psychiatrist didn't answer me.

My dream now took on a very scratchy, rushing feeling, like I'd usually have when I was going into or coming out of a lucid dream. I think this may have been partly because I had gotten really frustrated trying to remember the name of my previous psychiatrist.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out walking on a sidewalk in a residential area. The road I was on went down a steep slope and up another steep slope, making a kind of U- or V-shape. I was near the bottom, heading up the "left" side of the U. The houses on the street were all nice, and the curbs seemed to be pretty well lined with tall, leafy trees. There were a lot of cars parked out along the curbs. There also seemed to be a decent amount of car traffic.

I may have stopped as I was going up the slope. I may have turned around. I may have felt some kind of despair, as if I didn't know where to go.

Suddenly a greyish Mercedes-like car passed me going down the slope. I suddenly had a note on a piece of paper in my hand. It said something like, "MY and LJ are coming for you. You are going to live with us now." (MY and LJ are two people I talk with on another website.)

I knew that the Mercedes had come from MY and LJ. I continued walking down the slope, hoping to get a glimpse of the car again. I heard a voice call my name from across the street. I looked over to see the grey Mercedes now parked. A few people were standing outside the car.

The person who had called my name waved at me. I recognized her as L, MY's mom. She was kind of tall, a tiny bit overweight, and had kind of pale skin and long, black hair. She wore a kind of loose-fitting tank top of a crepe-like material, colored with vivid blue, green, red, and possibly purple and white blotches against a black background. She also may have worn white pants.

I crossed the street to L. I knew that if I was going to live with MY, that L would be my mom, too. There was probably another woman, who I probably thought of as LJ's mom. LJ might have been there, too, possibly as an adult man or woman. There was also a tall, thin man with tough, tan skin, a big, grey beard, and kind of balding head of long, grey, wiry hair. The man wore a dirty, grey tank top and light grey slacks.

I was wondering when I would finally get to meet MY. L lifted up a car seat, which was just sitting by the car on the road. In the seat was an infant girl, dressed in a white onesie with pink trim and a pink bib. I held the car seat, with the baby inside it. I didn't know who this baby was. I knew there was another baby nearby, wearing the same outfit, except blue.

The car seat seemed to be sinking down in my arms, toward the ground, as if I were losing my ability to hold it. L may have also said she thought it was time for me to put down the baby, or I may have thought it would be a good time for me to put down the baby.

But just as I was sitting the baby down, she began sucking at one of my nipples, through my shirt. She wasn't trying to nurse from me (I don't know what she would have gotten out of a guy's nipple). She was doing something more like telling me she wanted me to keep holding her.

Dream #2

I was in "my apartment." I walked out of the apartment, into the hallway. There was a tall, young, white man in the hallway. He may have walked into my apartment. I don't know if he walked back out. I went back into my apartment, into the kitchen, which was just off from the front door.

Dream #3

I was in a cafe that kind of looked like a bar. It was big, as big as a restaurant, and it was made with lots of dark wood. I sat in a small, two-person booth at the front of the restaurant, right across an aisle from the front end of the service counter. In front of me, beyond my booth, was a big set of shelves stacked with free newspapers. Just beyond that was a huge front window-wall, as big as one that might be seen at the front of a grocery store.

The place may have felt and sounded busy. At one point, a customer seemed to be arguing with or yelling at the guy behind the service counter.

An Asian woman, maybe in her late 30s or early 40s sat down across from me at my booth, without asking, and even kind of forcibly and abruptly. I was a little offended, but I just decided to act like she hadn't done anything unusual.

I looked at her face and realized she was a famous author. (I may have thought of her as the famous -- male -- physicist Michio Kaku.) I was kind of surprised that someone so famous would want to sit with anybody. I figured she'd be so hounded by fans that she'd treasure any moment she could get alone.

The woman had slammed her coffee down at sat down. But now she jostled up, kind of impatiently, out of her seat. She grabbed some sugar from a stand near the newspaper shelves and came back. She irritably stirred her sugar, slopping her coffee out of the cup. It suddenly seemed like there was a mess of coffee stirrers, sugar wrappers, napkins, sugar, and coffee everywhere.

For a moment, things seemed to be silent. I thought perhaps I should talk to the author. Maybe she'd sat with me because she'd wanted to talk with me. And I apparently was a fan of her work. So I thought I'd have something to ask her. But I was afraid to talk to her, thinking she would just think of me as another big fan.

Now another customer was yelling at a guy, probably a different guy, behind the service counter. This time it definitely sounded like the customer was upset because the food he had ordered was in such bad condition that the man couldn't have it. All of this kind of food had been wrecked for the day. The customer was really upset. He left.

For some reason this all sounded really interesting to me. I stood up to ask the worker what was going on. The author, thinking she should follow my "good actions," as if I had been acting out of concern, quickly stood up and came with me to the counter.

I asked the worker what had happened. The worker was tall, white, kind of skinny, with shaggy, brown hair and pale eyes. He wore a dark baseball cap and probably a dark polo shirt with thin, green stripes.

The worker just responded, "Well, he just got annoyed. You know how ----- (another worker) always has that saying of his? 'If you gotcha, then mmm... gotcha!'"

I now saw a torn piece of notebook paper with this saying written sloppily on it in black ink. The quote was upside down to my view. I understood that the worker had repeated this quote often enough that he was really starting to tick all the customers off.

I now went up into some upstairs area in the cafe. I opened a door and found myself at the back of a performance space. It was just a kind of long, narrow featureless room. It was all dark, except at the front area, which served as a stage, and was lit with normal, incandescent stage lights. The audience didnt't seem to have any chairs. There were a lot of people, but they all seemed to be sitting on things like big cushions or wooden cubes.

The performers were a small rock band, led by a female singer. The song began. It was very distinctive. It had a really nice, sad sound and some interesting harmonies. The song made me look closer at the woman. She was kind of short and thin. She wore a bright turquoise sundress. She had lightly copper-tan skin and blonde-brown hair in a semi-beehive. She wore big, wide, wrap-around sunglasses.

I thought I'd recognized this singer. So I walked up toward the front of the audience, to a group of my friends. They were all young, Indian or southeast Asian guys and girls, with darkish skin. They were dressed in jeans and t-shirts. I asked them, "Isn't that Atilia?" (Atilia Haron, a Malaysian pop singer I like.)

One guy said, "No. This girl sings this song. It's called Pelita. It's for this movie. There's a flyer up front." (Pelita is a song by another Malaysian group called A.P.I.)

The concert seemed to be over. My friends and other people in the audience were leaving. I walked up to the front, kind of in a hurried, crouching fashion, as if the concert were still going on and I didn't want to get in people's view, as well as wanting to get back to my friends quickly.

There was a painted bench up front. There were two stacks of flyers on it. Both flyers were the size of regular pieces of paper. One flyer had a background like a deep blue, starry sky. The flyer was advertising something about the cosmos. The word "Cosmos" may have been in the title. The event was either a lecture or a film.

The second flyer advertised the band. It was white, with some kind of yellow framing fading in and out of the background. There was a kind of art-nouveau design of a bird like a phoenix, done in heavy, black lines, with bright colors in the spaces between the black lines.

The woman's name was at the top of the page. The first name was something like Nfemini or Nefmini. The second name was something like Salmani or Salyami. I got the impression that the woman was either Egyptian or Israeli.

Dream #4

I was in a cafe. I was sitting in a front area. But then I got a phone call. So I decided to walk to a back area to talk.

The back area seemed to be behind a partition like a backless bookshelf full of books. The back area was dark, lit as if from a single incandescent bulb on the floor somewhere. There were some tables in the room and a leather bench with tables along the right wall. There were a lot of people around.

I sat in the bench. I sat right next to some bookbag or backpack without thinking of it. I started talking with the person who'd called me. But just as I was starting to talk, a young man walked toward me. I realized that the backpack was the man's. I had inadvertently sat in his seat.

So I got up and sat at one of the tables in the room, continuing to talk with the person on my phone. I had the thought that it had been good, after all, that I'd moved to one of the tables. A phone conversation at the bench would distract too many people, including the young man.

Dream #5

I woke up in "my bedroom." I was on a tall bed, under a whole bunch of blankets. The room seemed to be nice but small and really cluttered. A lamp was on on a small dresser near the head of my bed. It made a bright, kind of yellowy light.

I rolled out of bed and walked through the cluttered room. To the left of the door was a random box, on top of which was a huge, plastic package of diapers. Diapers may have been spilling out of the container. There may actually have been diapers scattered all over the room.

I don't think I was "myself." I seemed to be a tall, kind of thin, but muscular, white man, kind of easygoing, walking and thinking with a bit of a swagger that I definitely don't have in waking life.

I went into the bathroom. I got out of the shower (apparently I had taken a shower). I was drying off. I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I thought, for some reason, that maybe I should just put on a diaper and pee in that, instead. That thought really turned me on, for some reason. But I didn't really think it was a good idea to just go walking around in a diaper.

Suddenly I was either putting a diaper on or taking it off. It seemed completely shredded, for some reason, and there seemed to be all kind of layers to the diaper. One layer seemed like thin, clear plastic-wrap. Another layer was a kind of porous material, like the tops of tennis shoes.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Two criminals had escaped from prison. There was a view of only their legs as they got into the back of a silver-grey car.

One of the criminals, the leader of the two, seemed to be an amputee. His hands and feet, and possibly even most of his legs, had been cut off. They were bandaged up with clean bandages. The man may also have been really short. He also wore a nice, grey suit. The other criminal was tall and muscular. He may have been dressed in leather pants and a tank top. He may have had long hair and a beard.

Now two cops were chasing after the escaped criminals. They had followed the criminals to some abandoned building. The criminals had gone past some chain-link fence and up a stairwell. All around the stairwell was dark. The stairwell was lit with some kind of intense, orange-yellow light.

The cops were now trying to push past the chain-link fence. But they were also proceeding cautiously. They weren't sure whether the criminals were waiting up on the steps to shoot down at the cops.

One of the two cops got past the chain-link fence. The cop was Latino, a bit heavy-set, though not really overweight. He wore a white tank top and black glasses. His hair was combed back in a wavy style. He may have had a goatee. The cop had his gun drawn. Instead of walking up the steps, he walked under them.

The second criminal was now seen hiding in the shadows. It was like I was seeing from the shadows, too, at a distance from both the cop and the criminal. The criminal drew his gun, pulled it high in the air, then slowly leveled it at the cop. The criminal was about to shoot, but the cop saw him and shot first.

The cop shot the second criminal a few times. But he was then surprised when another gun shot him in the chest, on his far right side. The cop got shot a number of times. He reeled back against the chain-link fence, which now had a wide hole in it.

As the first cop tumbled backward out of the stairwell, the second cop charged in. The second cop looked a lot more clean-cut than the first cop. He wore a dark suit, maybe dark blue. He had coppery skin, short hair, pale eyes, and a square jaw. Right away he tackled the person who had shot the first cop.

Behind the fence, the first cop stood, bleeding from his wounds. One or more officers may now have appeared behind the fence to assist the bleeding cop. It seemed like the cop had been mortally wounded. But he kept calling out, in a panicked way, "I'm not gonna die! I'm not gonna die!"

The second cop had the first criminal wrestled to the ground. Apparently the first criminal had shot the first cop (how? He didn't have any arms!). The second cop was slamming the first criminal against the ground and even, somehow, had his gun drawn on the criminal. The cop was yelling and the criminal something like, "You killed my friend! Now I'm gonna make you pay! I'm gonna kill you!"

The criminal, who was bald and had a kind of thin, sharp, tan face laughed and said, "No you aren't! Every cop tells me they're gonna do that. But nobody ever can. I never get really punished!"

The criminal, now captured, was in some room like a medical laboratory. He was being held down in some weird position, probably against a bed, by somebody like the chief of police. He was surrounded by medical people and police officers, all of whom seemed to be jostling the criminal, as if to make him feel bad about what he'd done. But the criminal just kept laughing.

Finally a doctor grabbed the criminal's head. He sliced his scalp open from front to back, along the center. He did it in such a way as to hurt the criminal, but the criminal just kept laughing, as if he didn't even care. The criminal's scalp was now pulle away from his skin. The doctor now sawed into the criminal's skull, splitting it in the same way as he had cut the scalp. But the criminal was still laughing.

The doctor then hacked open the criminal's brain, right along the center. The brain looked dry, bloodless, like just some solid, white, kind of fatty mass. The doctor reached either his hands or some tweezers down toward the base of the split section of the brain.
From the right side, very near the cleft, the doctor pulled up a yellowy, plasticky-looking section of brain, almost rectangular, about 2cm tall and .75cm wide. The doctor, and maybe other people, seemed to think that this was just "yet another" piece of brain that they'd had to pull out of this criminal's head.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a small apartment. I may have been sitting on a couch, but I may also have been sitting on a coffee table. It was daytime, and the room was lit with greyish-green light coming in through the curtained windows. The room seemed to be full of boxes.

I had ordered something, and I had been waiting for it for just a little bit longer than I'd wanted to wait. But just as I was thinking of calling the store I'd ordered from and asking about my delivery, a delivery man rushed into my house. He kind of scared me. I did't expect anybody to just rush into my place.

The man was tall and white, kind of strong-looking, very pale, with pale, blue eyes. He seemed to have a shaved head, but he wore a baseball cap, maybe red. He wore dark clothes, almost like an Adidas track suit. He carried a white plastic bag in his hands. It held my stuff for delivery. It looked like the stuff inside was white styrofoam, like for take-out meals.

I now had the bag. I looked inside. I'd apparently ordered two or three Asian DVDs of some sort. One may have had a cartoon panda on the front. There was some other merchandise in the bag that I don't remember.

The man told me, "The movies are due back in two days. For the rest, you'll be charged..."

The man continued talking. But I didn't quite hear him. I'd been surprised. The DVDs were due back? I thought I'd bought them. But now it made sense to me. I'd rented the DVDs, or checked them out, like from a library.

The man seemed to be a little eager to leave. As he had been talking, he had slowly come to recognize how full of boxes my place was. Something about this seemed to freak him out. He no longer wanted to be here. He finished up his speech really fast, but almost automatically, as if he didn't want to betray how freaked out he was.

I had gathered from what the man had said that I owed the company something like $22. I pulled out my wallet. I had something like $21. I told the man I could give him $21 now and pay the company the rest when I returned the movies. I knew this was more than I had to pay right now, since I didn't have to pay for any of the movies until I returned them. So, somehow, that meant I only had to pay $20 right now.

But, even as I'd offered the man the money, he was already back out the door and into the hallway. He called back to me, as I walked up to the door, "No, don't worry about it. You'll just be charged for it all on credit."

I thought that was both convenient and a little bit of a pain. I didn't really want to have stuff charged to my card.

There was another white kid in the hallway. He wore a thick, yellow sweater with a black logo on it and big, baggy, green pants. He had black hair which swept down over his eyes. The boy had seen how freaked out the first man had been by my place. So he now looked inside. He seemed to be interested in something.

I was a little freaked out by the kid's gaze, so I turned around and walked back into my place, trying to look, to the kid, like I hadn't seen him looking into my apartment. I looked at all my boxes. I wondered if the kid had thought there was something here he'd like to steal.

I walked farther back into my apartment, into my bedroom. This room was full of boxes, too. I thought, No wonder people get weirded out by my place. It's full of boxes. It looks like I've never moved in. But I never feel comfortable anywhere. If I could finally feel comfortable somewhere, I'd unpack my boxes. Then it would look like I actually live here.

I am living with my school-friend Lex, we have some sort of exchange student coming to live with us, its a girl, same height as me, blonde hair, blue eyes. I know she is not english because of her accent.

We get talking while watching T.V on a small TV on a little coffee table. The apartment we are in is pretty bare, not much stuff on the walls etc, and has wooden floor.
We can hear music coming from outside so me and the girl go to the window and look down.... It seems our apartment window looks out to a sort of square where people are gathered, there is a rock band playing. We stand at the window and watch them for a while. I look down and i see 2 wigs in a box... One is black and one is blonde, they are standard 1980's rock hair style wigs clearly for fancy dress. I smile and put on the black one. I start to dance around signing devil horns and just being an idiot and can hear the girl laughing. I look up at the girl and she is now wearing the blonde wig, so we start dancing around and laughing together.

The rock band finishes and a percussion band takes their place, they have a load of bongo drums and things like that, i notice that an old school friend is among them, Jade. They start to play and they are pretty good, i then wait till i catch jades eye, she stops playing and looks really shocked to see me "OMG! BEN!!!" she says, i say hello and i point upwards to the apartment window above us, for some reason i know my friend josh is there, Jade looks up, sees josh and says hello.

After seeing us she seems kind of nervous and it seems to be taking its toll on the music, suddenly they arent very good anymore.

The band has gone and we are inside discussing the possibility of getting a couple of cannabis plants & growing them. The girl doesnt seems to like the idea. Lex's older brother comes over and he looks like an old work colleague, he is HUGE. He explains to us "i Couldn't get just 3 plants like you said, i had to get all of these" He pulls about about 20 plants! I'm starting to get worried as that is WAY too many plants to have, i tell him " we can go down for a long time for that shit man" He just waves me off.

We set up all of the plants, somehow lex's brother sets them up at the front of the apartment, where we were watching the band before, but hides them behind some sort of material so you cant see them from the outside.
He also brings tomato plants, cucumber plants and some small plumbtrees and tells us that we can mix these round the back of the apartment with the left over ganja plants. i wander if this will work but he hands me a plumb, grabs a tomato and laughs as we both start to walk away eating them, i laugh too.

I walk into the next room to see how the girl is doing, she has some of her friends over, she is annoyed at me because i have not been spending time with her, ive used my time to set up the plants. I agree with her and apologise. I walk out of that room and look out of our apartment door, to my horror theres a police swat team raiding our neighbours, and taking out plants. I panick like a MOTHERFUCKER! One of the swat members starts to look towards me, My heart starts to race. He smiles then turns away and i breathe a sigh of relief. I wait til the cops leave and go down and out of the apartment, round the back to check if the swat members got the plants out there. As im walking i hear somebody shout something at me. For some reason i get scared and start to run. I hear the footsteps of a few people running behind me, for a second i think it could be the police, but then remember that they left. I stop running and turn around, its a bunch of kids, one of them hands me my iphone an says "you dropped this!" i thank him and walk back to the apartment to spend time with the girl, i tell her what happened and how lucky i was that someone picked up my phone.

Then i wake.