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I recalled nothing, but right around the time I finished reading this post a little fragment surfaced. Reading the word "shadow" reminded me of a dream scene I had right before waking in which I was kind of arguing with my dad. I think I was trying to express how I could feel so many feels, maybe even all of them so that when I told him or someone I understood something that I truly did. He was pretty mad with me for claiming that and bitterly said it didn't count or matter anyway because "You're nothing but shadows" or "You're nothing but a shadow." In the dream, I was pretty taken aback because the comment was so unexpected, not to mention the magnitude of spite I felt coming from him.

Bad feel if I ever knew one.

I am standing outdoors in a grassy area a few yards away from an old abandoned wooden shack. With me is my friend Dillan, I feel as though we are on a journey. Near the shack I see something sparkle in the grass, as I run over to grab it I realize what it is and exclaime it by saying "yes, diamond sward!" but as I pick it up and see my reflection in its matalic surface I am surprised that it is iron, Dillam and I continue on. Past the shack we get to a hillside, there are at least 4 people on it and one of them asks us "do you even know what a diamond sward is?" he has brown hair, greyish eyes and a jawbone to resemble a British persons, he also spoke with a slight accent. and I reply "it's this as" I hold up the sward, the same person then responds "you are an idiot, that is iron" he gestures for another person to do something and someone walks up beside him and pulls a plastic neon pink rod out of their pocket, the first person then says "that, is a diamond sward" I respond agin "yes except it should be blue" ignoring the fact that it isn't sharp to the slightest extent. (the dream then quickly fades out and I open my eyes to a bright morning.)

June 11.

An eatery. A lesbian couple complaining to the waiter. He answers back unkindly. The couple got all the more irritated. I told them to stop, and to carry their argument outside the place. I ended up lecturing them. The couple understood my point, but the waiter did not, feeling that I was favoring the couple. I left. I thought to myself, that's one place I'll never eat in again.

I was in Cavite, with relatives. Classmates from high school. Saw Mike G. He gave me a laptop/iPad gadget for use for work.

Key:
{Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate

Black .... Dream body/narative text

(Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc

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{This one is from last night....
Waking life A couple of days ago..... I was REALLY stressed on a return work trip by air... Bad days!!!
I had both outbound and return travel days of missing my connecting flights & aircraft breakdowns making me really late!!
Any connection with an unpleasant travel dream???}

(Non-Lucid)

I’m at an outdoor / above ground city ‘Metro’ station. The “line callout plan” at this station shows this is the green line. The station is in a large pedestrianised public open square with a pink and grey granite oval building. Theres hot dog sellers walking around the square and I can smell the food...

The metro train pulls up at the station & I board... Its like a dull white and silvery white two tone train, with a red and blue zig-zag logo on the side... Inside the train has red plastic seats, with blue padded bits in the middle... Theres quite a few people on the train, some are sat, some are stood up hangling on straps and rails... I'm stood up!!

A couple stops down the line, a group of lads get on. They are wearing 'hoodie' tops, track-trousers and bright coloured trainers...

They are being really antisocial and are swearing, making loud personal comments, spitting and generally upsetting all of the other passengers in my carriage. They then start dropping stink bombs...

I eventually get annoyed, and confront them about there behavior... One of them turns around and responds back
“Don’t like the smell of eggs..Tssk … You can S**K my D**K” ... I back down from the confrontation

The youths get off a stop or two later, and I carry on with my journey, shaken..

A few stops later, I get off the train at an above ground station, that I dont recognise
(Journey was above ground a while, then underground for a while, and then back above ground)

I'm in an open air station, in a gorge (~50-60ft deep), with stairs going up the side of the cutting to the exit, and some trees casting some shade from overhead.

I'm lost, and beginning to panic, I find the “Line callout map" on a notice board ... This station isn’t on the line!!
I start climbing the stairs to get out of the station cutting... The closer I am to the exit, and the more view I get of the station, the more I realise I'm lost!! ... Where am I??

Awaken, sweaty!!

This is my first good, long lucid dream in a while, and it was awesome! So, this is gonna be a long retelling. You've been warned.

My dream recall picks up at my old high school. I am in the auditorium, with a teacher and another student. I don't remember this bit very clearly, but I think the teacher is my college professor, K. and the other student is Silver. I remember being afraid to leave the auditorium because K specifically wanted us to stay behind, and had something to talk to us about. Nonetheless, I slip through the auditorium door, promising to come back. I have a Brita filter in my hand at that time, and it's implied I'm going to fill it up real quick and come back.

Out in the hallway, I start pouring the water that's in the filter all over the floor. In my head I envision a chase scene, and I feel like this will help, somehow. Not just in making them slip and fall, but it was supposed to do something else, like turn into smoke. This part is another fuzzy bit. At some point while I'm doing and thinking all this, I realize the absurdity of what's going on, and realize that I'm dreaming. At this point I head back down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't know where the filter disappeared to, but I don't have it anymore, nor do I care.

I end up passing through the empty cafeteria and heading outside, where, like so many prior lucid dreams, I get sucked into practicing flying. Why this draws me in so much is a mystery... in any case, only moments later my vision gets all fuzzy and it's hard to see much of anything. Over the next 5 minutes, I try to restore my vision, while still trying to fly and slowly making my way around to the front of the school. I don't have a ton of techniques at my disposal for this dream... I keep trying to blink to get my sight back, even as I worry that it would wake me up. Thankfully it doesn't, but it isn't doing anything productive either.

As I round the corner, I come up with a new idea. I try removing my glasses, which has no effect. Putting them back on doesn't either. But at this point I take them back off and mimic cleaning the dust off of them, even though at this point my dream clarity is so bad that it doesn't actually feel like I'm holding anything. Amazingly, this one actually works, and I can see everything again. A lot of work for what some of you can fix in just a couple seconds! Ah, well, I'm learning.

At this point I'm out in front of the school again, and see a college friend, A. I feel like showing off to him that this is a dream, and I try to fly in front of him. What I'd accomplished for flying so far in this dream amounted to hovering, or maybe short glides, but I don't even manage this much. I jump extra high, but that's about it. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, are you actively trying to fly? This isn't a lucid dream." At which point he becomes the antagonist of the dream.

I'm laying on the ground when he says this for some reason, and for a split-second, I feel the effects. A small bit of doubt creeps in, and for a moment I'm paralyzed, and can't move. But then I somehow recover, and get up, and start trying to logically prove that this is a dream. I tell him that I've graduated, among other things. At some point he's wearing a football helmet and asking me why I have one in my hand, as if this would somehow prove it's reality. I retort that this must be a dream because I didn't have the thing 5 minutes ago (really, I didn't have it until he asked about it). Eventually I realize logic isn't going to work, so I kind of tackle him, yelling, "I KNOW this is a dream! Stop trying to trick me!"

A small bit of memory is lost here, but A. certainly gives up on trying to convince me I'm not dreaming... instead he tries to convince me that I don't deserve this lucid dream, or something along those lines. To which I succinctly say, "Screw you! I deserve every goddamn lucid dream that I get!" And at this point I roll away from him. I don't feel angry anymore... I feel triumphant, like it was incredibly important that I make my opinion known, and now that I have I'm satisfied. I have no regrets for shouting at him either, because at this point I know he's not real. Unfortunately, while trying to contemplate what to do next, I wake up.

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I wake up to find my roommate and his girlfriend in the living room of our house watching a television show and making food. The house is much messier than I left it that night. I look around and assess the damage. My roommate walks outside and downstairs. I hear the clattering of men at work in our back yard. I look out and the place is a mess, but it's always been messy.

His girlfriend looks at my guiltily and I scowl at her. She asks if there is something on my mind. I hesitate for a moment, then small my hands down on the tabletop and begin to vent. "Did you see how nice this place was when you came in? I hate making a big deal about it, but I can't just not say anything. Couldn't you have at least brought your plates to the sink?"

My roommate walks in. They both stand next to each other and look at each other. His girlfriend says "Well, it looks like you made a little mess of this organ.." To I respond very defensively "We stuffed that towel in there so the cat wouldn't crawl in there." The strangest part about this dream was the consistency of the events. Even the dirty plates were in the same place. The only discrepancy is the timeline in which it all occurred. I walked in to the same messy house and then cleaned. Hope this isn't a pre-cognitive dream!

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Quite an emotional dream. Long dream, poor recall.

Vividness: 8
Recall: 6
Overall: 4

Non-Lucid Lucid Comment

At centre parcs again, with my family, my dad has a massive go for some reason, my mum appologies.

So real, there was no way I could have known it was a dream.

Comment: Well what do you know, I get a good nights sleep and here comes a dream, quite vivid, although I cant remember what made the dream transition into the fighting dream. Non lucid, but was still fun.

I am with my close family, I remember my dad in particular, and some of my dads side including my aunt, Steve and nan.
Steve looks nothing like he does in real life, probably should realised because I did question why did was like that in the dream.
We are going out for the day in the rain forest, there is a pathway in front of us, so it is a casual walk and by no means a treck. The family set down, but I want to continue exploring and I see an opening to a cave in front, when going into the cave I am viewing myself in third person, almost eagle view. On the bottom of my 'screen' a HUD appears, with greyed out weapons, I know I need to find these.
I begin finding these strange weapons all over the cave, it is very easy to find each one, each weapon varying from shotgun to bladed spear.
I come to the end of the cave and see some of my family crowded together at the bottom of this stairway, shallow, just a place out of the sun.
I start to discuss why my nan how beautiful it is, I love the nature in real life, and everything is green and perfect.
We head back home, I know that where my close family are living is a horrible hut, but my aunt and nans house is lovely, I decide to go check it out, I want to live there as it is much more luxurious than ours. The house has spikes as a perimeter around the house, this is to stop animals getting in is my best bet, the house has lots of windows and is one story high. Some of the family are standing out side, there is a man that I do not recognise but he welcomes me lovingly, I see the house as a panoramic view as I hear him welcoming me into the home.
My dad and steve are arguing about getting the truck, I believe that my dad does not think it is safe to go and collect the truck due to the wildlife that is out there at the moment.
Steve is talking to him about different strategies, I see a panoramic view of a small group fending off various dangerous animals, the group keeps getting killed no matter what strategy is used.
Judy (Nan) does not look well, I am in the house and she is limping around, her ankle is bending in a very strange way, it makes me feel disturbed.
She is talking to me about which toilet she prefers.
Dream Fade.

Will Smith was having dinner with a family. They also had other guests. One of which said something that Will Smith strongly disagreed wih. They argued for a while and Will Smith was getting annoyed.

Dream 1
First I had to do some work with some old ladyies for some reason. I had to help with their jobs and such. Then I went to school and had an argument with one of my teachers, it was really heated. After that some girl said it was to to watch me argue with this teacher.

Dream 2

I was in a restraurant thinking that I needed to get back to those old people. We all left and got on a bus which was being driven by my friend who is 2 years younger than me. I didn't seem to find this weird. He also kept driving around in a circle in East Ham.

Then my alarm went off.

So much happened!

I remember waking up in bed with Sean, except he didn't look like Sean. He was still black, but he was tall and very muscular, with a large muscular chest, and I don't think he was completely human. He kept bothering me to get up because he had company coming. So we both got up and he started putting on some awesome clothes, some sort of weird armor that was a mixture of spartan and space elements, medallions, and other things I don't remember. He was some sort of military commander.

The next thing I knew he was gone and there were two other women standing off in the corner of the room; I was in a drab shirt/gown, picking up handfuls and handfuls of tiny dice from a table behind me and pouring them onto what was once the bed but was something else now. The two women kept nagging each other. One kept complaining about "Why can't I have this?" or "Why can't I be that?" while the other answered annoyedly "Because you don't have enough this" or "You haven't had training for that." Their auras were similar to that of two guys I know, Tyler and Scott, respectively.

I think that's when Sean came back. "We're moving the men out," he proclaimed. "Your men and your men," he pointed to 'Tyler' and 'Scott,' "will be headed for (some place I don't remember), and I'll send my men to (some other place I don't remember... I'm horrible at these kind of details...)." He was referring to little lego men on a game board, I reflected in my mind's eye.
"What about my little guy? He teamed up with you guys yesterday," I told Sean meekly. 'Scott' answered instead.
"He can't go with because he never fully declared his alliance with us by moving his residence to our base," he said. I knew this base was a place where my little guy would have had to risk his life and relationships to get to, and the both of us had been naive enough to think that he could be a part of this group without actually risking his life. This was no regular army, but a group of rogue soldiers who were fighting against the government.

I gave Sean a pleading look. Why hadn't he told me this?

"He's right," Sean said, "You should have known this." He turned to leave, and waved for Scott and Tyler to follow him. Sean was always the unbiased man, I reflected half-proud of him but still disappointed.

The next thing I remember is watching my Mom play a video game where her character (which looked similar to Sock Boy) was flying through the air in a Jungle area; she soon maneuvered him so that he landed on his belly on a vine-slide and slid down it for a long time as it twisted and weaved in various directions. Suddenly it wasn't a game anymore. My consciousness was following him to this hidden wooden structure that was half-built into a cave, where we could hear this monstrous noise from inside, growling and snarling and destroying things. I knew this was the place where all the sacred dice were kept. I waited silently outside until the monster emerged. He was big and ugly, and giant brownish mass of teeth, thick limbs, and ooze, looking around with only one eye. He sensed my presence (even though I had no body at this point), and charged in my direction, so I turned and ran. I needed to tell someone.

The next thing I remember is my consciousness following a gorgeous black woman as she soared through the sky. She reminded me of Storm from the X-Men, except she had really long, dark-brown hair. And she looked angry. She landed on a ledge on top of a very tall building on which one of the women from earlier stood waiting for her. This second women no longer held the aura of Scott or Tyler... I didn't recognize her at all. My focus was on the black woman, her thick, sexy lips; her white lipstick; round, piercing eyes; thin, strong arms; a long, slender, sexy neck; and the tints of grey weaved in with the few braids in her hair. This woman was in her early forties but still seemed very strong. She approached the other woman - who was not fully human - and got right in her face. She began blaming the other woman for the monster in the dice keep, demanding to know who had leaked its location and why. The other woman became furious and tried to defend herself. Finally she got right back into the first woman's face and put her foot down.
"I CHOSE to work (with whatever organization at some specific time which I don't remember) so I could HELP you protect it, to work WITH you!"
The black woman took a step back, knowing she was wrong to have blamed the second woman. But she was still angry.
That's when my mother woke me up.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 18-19, 2011.]

I'm at my old elementary school. I'm following a little ridey-car through a bunch of playgrounds, which are big, colorful, and elaborate.

I'm at the dining table in House #1, eating a meal with my parents and having a heated discussion of NaNoWriMo T-shirts with my dad. I insist, “If I need a large, you need at least a 2XL!” He's insulted and ends the conversation right there. [Day residue: I had just ordered a new NaNoWriMo T-shirt on the 17th, and I do, in fact, need a large, because their shirt sizes tend to be small.]

My family is staying in a rented vacation house that is up on a slight hill. My mom and I drive up to it in her red Honda Fit [she really does drive one in real life] and pull into its dirt driveway. There are already many other cars parked in front of the house, causing my mom to complain about having to back out through such a narrow space later. We're planning on leaving the rented house later and going and staying at a camp.

[Fragment] I tell my parents about my plan to purchase a Smart Car. [More day residue; I really had been thinking about doing that.]

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in Sunday school, and we're playing a game-show-style game in which I am the lovely assistant. The contestant on the game show is creating a piece of ceramic art using a pottery wheel.

I'm in a large van that has stone benches instead of regular seats. The van is filled with good friends of mine, and we're watching something good on TV. The van morphs into an airplane, and I disembark.

The interior of the airport where I've landed is windowless, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are all a flat, industrial, dark gray color. The building has multiple, unequal, uneven levels with stairs leading from one to another. There is one very tangled staircase that takes you up, down, around, and across, turning several corners and going in several different directions, as you go from the bottom of it to the top. [It doesn't loop, though; it has a beginning and an end that are on different levels of floor, but it also has a ridiculous number of convolutions in between that make no sense.] I walk this entire staircase, from beginning to end.

I'm walking around trying to find baggage claim, but I can't; I get lost. I'm carrying three plastic tokens, which I'm supposed to use to claim my bags. I pass a large bag inspection checkpoint, and another checkpoint specifically for people who are traveling with marijuana plants. There are lines of people waiting at both checkpoints. Each person in the line for the latter checkpoint is carrying either a marijuana plant, or some cuttings from one. They're not forbidden on flights, they just have to be inspected first. I also pass behind the back side of the security checkpoint.

I try to climb into an area full of junk. I meet a small boy who decides to follow me into the area.

[Separate dream.] P. and I [I think] are fighting over the scheduling of our showers and hair-drying. I apologize for the fact that I have to wash my hair every day because it's so hot. I try to rush through my shower.

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Side notes:
This night was my very first night in my new place of residence. When I woke up in my new room for the first time and recalled my first dream there, my reaction was, “Hmm. I got lost in a confusing place. That isn't very reassuring.”

DJ Log: March 22, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm not certain why, but my recall is horrible this morning.

I am at a large warehouse, helping a few others carry boxes from the back of a truck into a loading dock. A friend of mine is arguing with me about which box is the heaviest. Every box I lift is heavier, and I say, “This box is the heaviest.” each time I lift a box. Eventually, the boxes get so heavy that I can't lift them at all, so I slide them out of the truck and tumble them across the dock leveling plate.

~ In a house that looks like Dean's house in West A, a middle aged couple have 10 children, 5 girls 5 boys, on the landing I look into one bedroom, bunk beds line the walls in a blue room, there are kids wandering about looking at me like I am out of place, I walk into the kitchen, smells like breakfast, the parents are trying to get all 12 meals made, I then go into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bathtub just to think, I see 2 women sitting in front of me, one with a camera, I look down and I am naked I cover my breasts, it seems tv showy, woman with camera (long blondy brown curly hair wearing glasses) asks 'would you strip off naked and have sex on camera?' I think about my body and how self conscious I am then think f**k it and say yes and walk across the room naked.

~ Kind of in West A, I get on a bus, Rebecca D is on it and Coralena H (not seen them or 6 years or spoke, were never close) the buss is full of girls who I am not sure like me, I sit near the back, feeling awkward, I walk to the front of the distorted bus, but on my way a blue peacock starts attacking and biting me, I'm shocked at the assault but not that there is one on the bus, it's a male peacock and it's feathers are blue and shimmery green, it is amazing to look at inbetween trying to subdue the big bird. I press the stop button on the bus and bird disappears I look out the window and there is a beautiful deep blue sky nearly night time, I see a waterfall but on top of the waterfall next to a bush I see a dead womans body, bloody (I blame watching seasons of Medium for this) I realise this is what the bird wanted to show me.. the bus driver calls the police, they are swarming the bus taking details from the other girls, and they are proud of me for spotting it.

~ In a weird dark room and a PC is on, there is a white cupboard under the computer near the right side, I go in trying to find some goodies, I see a white tub with SD10-K written on, inside are medium sized white pellets perhaps 300 of them, I put one in my mouth crunch it slightly then realise it could be anything, I go on computer onto google and lysergic acid pops up, I think wow this is awesome, I then have 2 more tablets and the dream ends.

~ (again I blame Medium tv show for this one) A woman befriends people drugs them and then offers to take them home to safety conving them they've had too much to drink, she then kills and robs them, I find out she is going to target me and take my dads store of gold. I pretend to react from what she gives me in the club, and then act drugged leaning on her the way home, in house I collapse between two big red chairs, though open my eyes slightly to watch her, when she turns her back I jump on her but she is strong, I run out of the house into the back garden screaming trying to wake up the neighbours, she tackles me so I put my fingers in her eyes to cause damage, she then does it to me hurts me, I hear my dad shouting she gets off me quickly and tells him she brought me home concerned and that I attacked her, she is playing innocent, he believes her and offers her the spare room, I am outraged and argue with him.

~ I'm then in Mr Rossi's art class in my old sec school, and pick up someones art sheet, it shows different peoples eyes drawn and coloured in paint, on each eye there are 3 outer rings of colour, they aren't really neat as I look closer, each colour had a cool name, ingredient of ones eye colour, think one was called calladium? weird wonderful names for each colour.

~ I'm out shopping in a mall with my parents, I see Martyn H (ex bf) he looks slightly different but smiley, my mam speaks to him, I pretend I haven't seen him, with it being awkward I then think fk it and we give each other a huge cuddle our groins touching, it's nice, he then whispers to me 'remember when we had sex in the chair watching that dvd?' I then see the scene he is on about and smile (though in reality that never happened).