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Took melatonin and a b vitamin before bed, for the first time. I had three dreams or so, because I woke up briefly then fell back asleep, but didn't take notes or anything, so I can only remember a bit of one dream, and several parts from the other, but not how they fit together and I KNOW there's a bunch of stuff I forgot to those two. The third is completely gone, as are the rest (if any). The b vitamin didn't really have enough B6 to make a huge difference, but it was there, and the melatonin of course made the dream feel much more stable overall.

The Heist

The first thing I clearly remember, was "observing" some villian setting a trap in the form of a briefcase he would trick us into stealing. I know a BUNCH of stuff happened before this, but I can only recall walking around a mall/hotel like building and climbing through some type of funhouse. After the observing scene, I was standing on a nearby rooftop with three other people, one of which may have been Dean from Supernatural, and I may have been Sam, but I'm not sure. One of the other people was a (rather attractive) girl, but I can't remember details, and I remember nothing at all about the third person. We were arguing about if we should try to steal this briefcase, and how we should do it. Eventually, Dean said something along the lines of, "No, I can't do this! This is your thing," referring to the complicated computer hacking I would have to do. I think we jumped down to the ground floor of the building with the briefcase, went in the lobby (which felt more like a hospital waiting room than the lobby of a bank), and climbed through the air ducts into a bedroom a few floors up. And I just remembered another part where I was a girl (possibly the other girl in the group), trying to trick some lady in a hotel lobby (which looked like the inside of a department store), but I don't remember why or how, or when this fit into the timeline. After we got into the bedroom, apparently Dean and I had to trick two bisexual girls into thinking that we were also bisexual. I can't remember if this actually had something to do with the briefcase, or if we completely forgot about it and were just lying to try to get in their pants. I believe it was the former. I don't remember any specific images or details, but at some point me and the girl were arguing about some kind of transformation.

Dream Frag

I was on an island somewhere, which had a very video game-ish feel to it, as if it were something out of a Mario level. There was a part where someone told me "not to do it." Apparently he was referring to some kind of tunnel through the water, which had floating rings (like inside Clanker on Banjo-Kazooie) and a shark in it, that chased me when I went into it. I think I may have flown briefly around the island beforehand.

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm on a street in a bright, sunny city when I realize that I'm dreaming. Pleased and excited to be lucid (as always), I stop and take a look around. I'm at a T-intersection, and on one corner is a big, tall building with businesses on the bottom few floors and apartments on the upper floors. It's white, with a red roof and other colorful accents. I turn to my right and see that its twin is on the other corner of the intersection.

There's probably a mirror in there somewhere that I can go through, I think. I approach the first building and go in the first door I find, a single door that has the name and logo of my real-life credit union on it. I go inside, and it is, indeed, a branch of said credit union. Almost everyone I see inside is a friend from real life, mostly from church, and I say hello to them as they walk past on their way out the door, but they don't seem to take any notice of me.

The main room of the branch is very small and narrow. I walk through it, turn a corner, walk down a very short hallway, turn another corner, and find a room with a rectangular, wall-sized mirror covering a fairly large area of one wall.

I stand facing the mirror. What do I want to be on the other side? I think to myself. One of the places I've lived before. I step forward confidently and easily go right through the mirror. I don't feel anything at all from it this time.

There's nothing but a completely empty, black void on the other side. When I'm all the way through the mirror, I find that while there's no floor, instead of falling down, I'm sinking down very slowly. Suddenly, I feel an overwhelming rush of profound thoughts and knowledge coming at me out of the void, while at the same time, it transforms from completely black and empty to a starfield of white stars. I'm frightened, and feel like all this is too much to handle, so I feel behind me with my hands for the edge of the mirror. [I'm now in a seated position, though I don't specifically remember getting into it.] I find the edge of the mirror and use my arms to pull myself up and out of the mirror, back where things are at least recognizable as normal. [No, I don't remember any of the content of those profound thoughts, just that it was like a tidal wave.]

[Side note: Woohoo! This is the first time I've ever completed the Task of the Month for two consecutive months! ]

16-04-12
Around 6:30am

Sadness
Genre: Tragedy
Non-Lucid

I was in my old High School. I was back with a few others from the school, we were brought back to talk to the biology students. We were apparently experts in the subject. There was five of us, we each took turns talking to the class. Next thing I know, I am in the corridor with a girl who I was friends with at school. We are walking down when I notice a bank machine, I go up to it and insert my card. However, for some reason my pin doesn't work, then I realize I'm putting it in wrong. I finally get in. My memory goes fuzzy at this point and the next thing I remember is sitting on a cliff, looking out over the ocean, even though there is no ocean where I live for miles, nor any cliffs. I remember I am sad about something. I remember one of my best friends had passed away. She had died in a car crash. Another of my friends came up to me, and walked with me down a street. I don't remember what she was saying though. I then woke up.

Dream 1
I was watching WWE Smackdown where Wade Barrett was facing Randy Orton. They fought to the stage and then Wade Barrett went too far, he started beating down Randy Orton and then hit him with a back suplex on the metal stage as referees tried to seperate the two. I thought that Barrett would be suspended.

Dream 2
I was in college with my friends, talking about Hispanics in the WWE. I said that they're mostly grouped together recently. Such as Hunico and Epico and then Hunico and that guy on the bike. See WWE and you'll understand.

Dream 3
I was outside a bank near college with a teacher. I started flirting with her even though I don't find her attractive in real life. I went on the street of my college and students were there just walking around then I went to a high-rise tower and remembered when I used to fight a guy in armour.


I always give the guy more power till I get and upgrade during my fighting. I then got an upgrade(more armour) and defeated the warrior.

I then talked to my companion and we both left, as I was still asleep I decided to go back and do it again but I couldn't be bothered to go through it again.

Fragment
I was shooting The Deckers in Row:The Third.

Fragments

Kevin Mask had a 2 disc DVD. I saw a clip with Scott Steiner. The inside looked a bit like this except it was acomplete view of his back.



Randy Orton. Yep thats it.

An idiot named Balotelli was being mean to Man Utd fans but a referee riding a bike saw and stepped up to Balotelli, Rafael was there too I think the refs name was Daniel.

Dream 1

I was in my friends house and I looked outside, strangley to my street there was a celebration, people from my old school were blowing bubbles I was thinking "I knew my school had gone soft". Suddenly the bed I was sitting on started moving and it went all the way around the street. The street was unsual as the was a park I've never seen before and as the bed stopped I turned around to see that one of the bed legs was gone and that my friend was pushing me.

I think it was a bunk bed because I felt really high when I was moving.

Dream 2

I was in an apartment and I noticed something weird. I went down stairs and I saw some aliens. The dream turned into Halo, the aliens were situated underneath the block of flats I went in to shoot 'em up with battle rifle from Combat Evolved but I then had to retreat as the surroundings were very unfamiliar and I couldn't see a lot there was a dog with me.

When I returned to the surface I fell back some more and saw the aliens pick off the soldiers (I don't know where they came from I guess that they cam because it reminded me of Halo) and then my dog got shot. I had tears comin down my eyes and I could feel them too. When I woke up my eyes were dry I love that about dreaming, get shot in the chest, wake up and feel great.

Dream 3

There was a new bank and literally everyone was there. It was full of people and I was confused as to where I was. "Where am I?" I asked a girl. "You're at the new bank" she said. I was thinking dang I walked around the place looked clean and imperial the walls had grey and white paint on them. I found my friend and asked him what he was doing here. He said he was going to take some money out, this place had no machines, you had to queue up to get your money I was like thats long man so I left him there.

I walked around some more and when I came back to what I thought was the room there loads of people my age and there rows on the left with TVs and people were watching all sorts of programmes I spotted my mates and I went over.

I saw them watching wrestling, there was a whole line with TVs showing wrestling, TNA,WWE,ROH (probably) all that stuff. I gained some control and decided to do one of my dream tasks, eavesdrop on a DC, I picked up an earphone and put it in my ears. I could hear loads of stuff but I had to focus on who I wanted to listen too plus the fact that no one was on their phones. So thats the DT failed but I will always try to complete it until I do.

non-dream dream lucid false awakening

0:30

Bank sale
With my mom on an auction of a bank. I buy a share, because it is so cheap. I'm imagining becoming rich with it, but someone tells me it is more likely to devalue than otherwise, shattering my optimistic feeling.

5:00

Marathon
On a room full of people. I become lucid but I struggle very hard to remember tasks to complete. Every time I focus on what I had planned, I feel lucidity fading. I move on to another dream in which I'm on a really dark bedroom, making out with some guy, but the dream is a bit unpleasant. It becomes early morning and I go to the window and see people running a marathon on the street. It is sponsored by a known bottled water company. My cell phone rings on the background and I get lucid as I recall the instructions I had received from a guy in RL to notice colors, textures, sounds, smells, etc, on dreams and since sound is one thing I rarely notice, I decided to play with it. I answered the phone, curious to see if I could really hear someone talking on the other side and I could. It was a lady asking to speak with some boy I don't know. But I turn around and he is there. He is fat. I hand him the phone. I think about doing something more with the LD. I try to teleport to Denn, but it fails and I almost wake up. My lucidity fades a bit and I just stay around this dream. I go outside to see the marathon. No longer lucid, I follow the people who walk at the end of the race after the athletes and I talk to some of them. Then I see a horrible scene with two stray dogs, who look more like a bag of bones and open flesh. I want to take them to the vet. People on the street tell me they are very sick for many years and no cure is possible, but people feed them and they are happy together, supporting each other. I want to give them something to eat, but I have nothing. So I regurgitate a placenta-like discussing stuff and at least one of the dogs comes to sniff it. But he doesn't seem very interested.

5:40

Camp
On a sort of holiday camp with children and adults. it's a celebration day and everyone is very busy and excited. I'm just trying to figure out my role in it. I see some cute kittens hidden under a table, I try to play with them, but they run away. I then see some friends who are all fascinated by a tiny little camel that appeared on the site. It is hardly taller than 20 cms. I say something like "I've seen really tiny ponies before, but this camel is just ridiculously small."
I notice a kid who's taking pictures of me obsessively and I ask him to stop. I ask for his camera to delete the pictures he took without my permission, but I realize he has a crush on me, which I find sweet, so I decide to leave at least a couple of pics on the memory card. His mom appears out of nowhere and doesn't know why I'm holding the camera, so she is very obnoxious, accusing me with her eyes of trying to steal it from the kid. Nasty broad.
Then some native americans appear on a stage, performing songs and dances. They invite people from the audience to join and before they drag me along, I move on to a nearby swimming pool with water slides. I decide to have a bit of fun on the slides.

7:00

Yesterday, I tried the finger tap technique before falling asleep, here are the results.
I was with my dad, he was taking me to a building which looked a lot like a bank.



The bank was in which looked like a futuristic city. Moments later, I found myself and my dad in the bank, with my brother and mother waiting for us. My dad gave each of us small metal frames, like these:



exept they were rectangles. Seconds after receiving mine, I tossed it out trough the window, braking the windows in the process. Nobody seemed to notice. We then entered some kind of vault with a glass wall. There were mechanisms on the wall, like finger print scanners, or something like that. It was black with a red screen, and a little keyboard. Both of them put their frames on the red screen, a backed away slowly. The glass wall opened like door. Now theres was a wall protected with lasers. It was my and my dads turns to put our plates on the scanners. Then it hit me. I threw it out the window, what now? My dad looked neutral about it. He looked at my and told me with a deep voice: "No phone for you". That might be because, I wanted new a new phone and was expecting to get one soon. He looked angry. I can't remember what happened then, but I woke up.
It was the middle ofthe night, I went to the bathroom, I didn't remember a thing. I thought that I would remember my dream in the morning, so I went back to bed. I was sleepy, so I thought this'd be a great opportunity to try to do a WILD. But I'm new to this dreaming thing, and forgot the instructions. I went back to bed..
I then had my second dream. It was dark and really late, if not midnight. I was walking with my classmates. We we're going trough the ussual direction we go when we go home from school. While I walked, I kept thinking to myself: Why are we going to school in summer? It felt like it was summer, but It looked as if it was winter.
We aproached the street which we need to cross to get home. Everything looked so real, like reality. But one thing was out of the ordinary. The street which is ussualy calm and more so when it's late, looked like a highway, with cars speeding at incredible speeds, lots of lights. I turn looked back to find my mates, but they werent there. I was alone. They were gone, but I didn't pay attention. I attempted to cross the street. Without looking left to right, I crossed the street without looking, with cars driving right past me. Moving along, I suddenly found 60$ in my pocket, and thought it would be great to go to the local store to get some snacks. Moments later I found myself walking towards the store. From opposite direction I was going before.
I should have gone right to left, but instead I went left to right. I approached the door and was greeted by a few of my teammates (I play baseball) Thjey acted very friendly. A second later, I found myself at the cash desk, ready to pay. Thats when I started to interact with other people and myself. I took off my hat and accidently threw it on the floor, I bent over to pick it up, but right before I could even touch it, some girl who was also waiting to pay, took it and out it in her black coat. She looked fammiliar, but I didn't pay attention to that. Then we had a short conversation: "What are you doing?", "Nothing".
Thats it, a few words. I then attempted to rip her coat open to get my hat. I succeeded. Just a second later, I found myself aware that my bagpack was also missing. I saw the girl sitting on the counter. She looked frightened. I then saw that she was sitting on my bagpack. I pushed her away and head back out trough the door. I the had another conversation with her, but i can't remember what either of us said. But I think she was apologising. I the proceeded to go home, without spending any oney. Afain, everything looked like in the real life, exept a few details. It was day outside. Completely bright. The other thing that was strange was the houses. They were spraying water trough their roofs. I thought it was strange, but didn't pay much attention. Moving on, just as I was about to reach the corner my house is supposed to be, the dream ended, I woke up.
Whe I woke up, it was morning, I didn't remember a thing, so I laid down, closed my eyes and tried to remember the dream. After almost falling asleep again, the memory of my dream appeared.
Hope this dream made any sense, I'm not used to writting walls of text and I never recalled two dream before. I should try the finger tap method more often.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of June 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in the car with my mom. We're driving along dirt roads, checking our location against photos we have of landmarks along the way. We're on our way to JJ's party. [This dream was in anticipation of what I was going to do that evening – exactly the same thing, only without the photos or my mom.]

I'm in the parking lot outside the old Pomona First Federal branch in Ontario. It's a sunny day. I'm picking up many coins (quarters, dimes, and pennies) from the parking lot. I think, It's a bank, so it makes sense that there would be coins in the parking lot. Some real-life friends of mine [I think they may have been T and G, but I'm not sure] walk past me. There are many other people there.

I enter the building. The entryway is a high-ceilinged, airy room with tall windows and a grand, sweeping staircase. There is a freestanding sign at the bottom of the stairs saying that the Joy Laow [I think] room, the meeting room at the top of the stairs, is available for rent for meetings.

I go further into the building. The main part of the building is a large, long, rectangular, carpeted room with a high ceiling. It is a Marie Callender's restaurant. There is another part of the restaurant floor with a lower ceiling. This area has a small stage, where a loud rock band is playing. My family is sitting around a table near the stage, next to the sound-mixing board, which is sitting on another table. I join them at their table. P. orders another Pepsi from our server, and I order a glass of water. Shortly after I arrive at the table, the band takes a break. I'm relieved that I won't have their music blasting my ears out throughout dinner.

I wander off from the table and through the large, carpeted room. There's a lot of empty space in it for a restaurant seating area; there are only a few rectangular tables, arranged in a line. I enter a train-station-like lobby area off to one side of the room, where I see an ad [?] for the Scott Pilgrim video game, in mirror image. I know RD wants to play it. I see a group of people there discussing video games, and I join in.

1. I'm on my recent girlfriend's Facebook, where I see her pictures from field school. She's shaved her head, and she's standing with an old friend from college S. T. I laugh, shut my laptop down, and head into the night. I go to a bank, where I'm trying to get a summer job. On my way in, I see the same girl, but she has a full head of hair and is wearing our green senior class shirt. She says softly to me, with a bit of worry in her eyes, "I was never here." I don't know what to say, so I pass her and enter the bank. I don't get the job, but my parents are in the bank and walk out with me. She's still there, although my parents don't seem to notice her. She affirms, "Seriously, if we somehow meet I was never here."

2. I'm at the opening game of the World Series. Joseph Stalin is opening the ceremonies with a rant about Russia's nuclear capabilities.

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Feb 26, 2011

Dream 1: High tech bullet
nonlucid
I have a gun and I am thinking what would happen if I shot it in my garage which is where I am holding this 22-like rifle. The bullet flies out without sound hits the ceiling and bounces off the ceiling and falls to the ground. I think it must have been a BB. I bend down to look at it and I see that it is a plastic and metal bullet (not the casing) made of many parts and even screws back together. The very pointy tip is hollow and has a little clear plastic window underneath on the flat underside. I think about how expensive this bullet must be and how secret its use must be.

Dream 2: The Bank & Brown Wasps
Nonlucid
I am in an area I remember being kind of like a church grounds or old British university grounds. I go into a bank, I’ve been here before. The last time as this time, they are setting it up but are doing business. “I’d like to see my safe deposit box” I show the teller a key. I put something into one of the boxes. Then went outside and I ran across the grassy campus to a small quaint stone bridge. There were fall leaves all over everything, just a bit like fall was starting. Looking at the bridge I see a toy frog, or something, and picked it up.
I walked off the other side of the bridge and I met up with a group of friends (a couple and a girl as I have had in a few dreams now) She was talking about some stuff that was not at all important and was a little aggravated that I was not even listening. I thought about how some things can alter the path of your life and they can be just a small event. I looked off into the sky near the far horizon and say it was getting dark there and then I saw a shooting star! Surprised I dropped what I was carrying which was now a dime. The girl pulls me along like a little kid “but I dropped my dime!” I was a little kid now and I ran off from the group, I could feel the girls radiation of “what now” frustration but did not look back.
Nearby there was a guy picking up little broken honey boxes. The honey combs where in little wooden boxes. I ran over to see and I noticed all these brown wasps on the honeycombs, I knew they packed quite a sting. The guy was one of those DCs that doesn’t recognize you so I picked up a comb. The guy did the same and chucked it to his side which is where I was and got hit on the back by the comb he threw. “HEY” I said, no recognition from him but I could feel wasps on me now and some fell down into my underwear! I could feel wasps on my butt and between my legs frantically crawling around, there was no move I could do now that would NOT aggravate them! I decided to jump and rip my shorts off in one motion. Crap that didn’t work, they are going to be pissed now! Then I think ‘this is too intense I go to get out of this dream!’ I woke up feeling the feeling residue of wasps in my shorts.

I’m in the car with an ex-girlfriend, Nina probably, in the backseat of a car, on the way at the beginning of a trip, and I need to take out some money. The parents, maybe based on Claudia’s parents, who are giving us a lift somewhere, park on the side of the street for their own reasons, and tell me there’s a bank on the either side of the road, a small shopping centre. I’ll be just a minute.


It’s night time, the bank is still open, but there is a problem at the row of around 5 ATMs inside. There are short queues behind only 2 of the machines, so I look closely at the other screens without losing my position. As I notice that the other machines are going hay-wire, the two other machines also go out of order, the screen messages also disturbed by interference, like the TV last night while watching a dvd, freezing separately in two pixelated hemispheres, then to black momentarily before trying to refresh. The tall, chubby guard reiterates.


I swear when I step outside and look around for an alternative, a brief sense of urgency. There are two ATMs on the walls either side of the bank entrance. I put my card in, and wait for the next prompt to ask for my PIN, taking the chance to look at the people walking passed behind me, when a guy my age comes around me and presses the keypad. I berate him and cancel the asterix he's entered on the blue screen, but the machine ejects my card.


The guy, in a cap and darkly coloured junky sports apparel, then goes for the card. I push him off and begin fighting with him and his friend, too close and scrappy to throw any big punches, when another guy, unrelated, makes a move for my card still sticking out halfway. I manage to take it out and stuff it down my back pocket, like I have been doing lately with my bus tickets after I buy them, returning to the action, but shouting now in Spanish for the police, directed towards the guard inside.


Eventually I get free and run for safety within the bank, explaining to the guard, in Spanish, that they tried to take my card and so then we fought, that I was shouting out to him, Policia, Policia! but he didn't hear me. John (best friend from Colombia) sees me and comes over from the phone booth, like in a generic call centre with Perspex windows on the doors, coming into the story halfway, repeating from the start for him, my 2 attackers standing around, having followed me in closely, leaning against the counter not saying anything.


When I come to the end of the story and the guard says to them exactly how they’ve broken the law and that they will be dealt with, they apologise, although too easily, and even offer me a $20 note (Australian currency) from their pocket, with a sense of cheap consolation, like if they’d taken $70 from me but had already spent the rest.

22/1/2011

Good morning, everybody. I slept about 12 hours last night, in hopes of getting over my cold. I recall three dreams from last night. They're all pretty fragmented, and I'm not even exactly sure what order they came in.

Dream #1

I stood out on some concrete balcony or ledge (like at the head of a concrete wheelchair ramp) a couple meters higher than the road. It was daytime, and I was in a big town, in some area that looked like SoHo in NYC. The streets were cobblestone. The place was empty.

I was looking across the street to a place that looked like a bank next door to a fast food restaurant. I was playing around on my phone. I was trying to look into my bank account to see how much money I had. I may have been out on some trip to a different city or country, and I may have been trying to figure out exactly how much more money I could spend on this trip.

But I couldn't remember the name of my bank. I went over the names of banks (probably not real names) in my head without locating the name of my bank.

At some point I may have figured out the name of the bank, only to discover, contrary to my previous insistence, that it was precisely the bank across the street from me.

I now noticed that there were a lot of cosplayers going into the fast food restaurant next door to the bank. I was curious about these cosplayers.

I was now in the fast food restaurant. The place was packed with cosplayers. Some of them may actually have been dressed up as clowns, like Ronald McDonald, rather than being in cosplay.

Dream #2

I had come down to Mexico with my mom. I was now walking around town by myself. It was daytime, a warm day. I walked down a quiet, narrow street.

I probably went into one store, the floor for which was at the bottom of a few short steps. I may have walked around in the store for a few minutes.

I was now back in the house where my mom was. It was like a house that belonged to "one of our family members" in Mexico. I was in a completely empty bedroom. It may have been later in the night or early the next morning.

My mom came into the bedroom and sat down across from me on the floor. She insinuated that some people had mistaken me for a narc while I'd been walking around the city. Now I was kind of in trouble with these people.

My mom told me, "They say here that a narc is like a dog on a leash, except they say he has a coat-hanger attached, too."

This saying gave me a picture in my head like a chalkboard drawing of a sillhouette-man walking a sillhouette-dog on a leash. The dog also had a coat-hanger sticking up from its back.

I understood the "coat-hanger" to be a symbol for the nice clothes that narcs wore (???).

My mom and I were now downstairs in the living room, which was also empty. My mom told me we had to be very careful now, walking around town, as all these drug dealers would now be looking out for us.

I wondered why on earth people would think I was a narc. I knew that if I even slightly resembed a narc, I wouldn't be coming down to Mexico at this point in time.

But now I remembered that "the cousin of mine," whom my mom and I were down here to visit, actually was a narc. So even if the drug dealers figured out I wasn't a narc, I'd still be hunted down and under suspicion for visiting a known narc.

I now wondered why in the hell my mom had chosen to come down here at this point, when all this dangerous stuff was going on.

Dream #3

I stood behind a tall, thin, young man. The man had a pale complexion and red-brown hair in a squarish, tall haircut. He wore a grey jacket. We may have been in some kind of small, crowded room, having just finished some kind of meeting for young adults.

The young man spoke, and for some reason I said aloud that it was obvious the man was Scottish, given his accent and his manner of expression.

The man turned around. Rather than being annoyed with me, he seemed to assume my observation meant that I had something in common with him.. He asked me what I was.

I said, "All three," which the man took to mean Irish, English, and Scottish (???).

The man said, "Oh, right, right. I wonder why they don't say all four and include the Welsh?"

I responded (or tried to respond?) with the thought that perhaps they were separated by language (???), so that everybody thought of the Welsh as different from "the other three."

(Note, December 13th: I forgot to mention that in waking life I've been reading The Judge, by Rebecca West. Rebecca West is a writer who was active from the 1920s through the 1980s. She's really cool. One thing that really struck me about her is that she is Irish and English on her father's side and Scottish on her mother's side. I took this "Irish-English-Scottish" aspect of West and identified myself with it -- for some reason -- in the third dream.)