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I'm in a gigantic building, with lots and lots of people rushing in to get a appartment. I fly over them, somehow confident that I'm not concerned. People are getting angry and rebellious, screaming at the pudgy man in charge. I'm still flying, rushing between the blocs making up the place. I have no clue about how those people could even live here; it's seem to be made for flying peoples. I get alll the way up this impossible building, there is a sort of inner terrace leading to absolutly gigantic doors of carved wood.The noise is starting to get to me, and I scream at them "For fuck's sake people, I own the damn place!" it seem to calm them down, and I use telekinetic power to open the heavy wood doors and get in the appartment. It looks a little like a church, with wooden floor and white walls with stained glass windows. I use my powers to light up the candles resting in brass candlesticks, everything is bathed in a warm yellow light. I walk around a little, them I realise I'm looking for someone named Thomas. I start to go through the room, some of them are in the dark, other brightly lit. I seem a handful of people, all men, but non of them is thomas; in the fuzzy memory I have of him, he is like me, winged.

I wake up.

This is continued from the previous entry!

Dream 3: My dog was a fluent speaker and he and I often had conversations, so long as he was sure that we were the only ones there. Now I can't remember what we would talk about, but I do remember that I never told anyone, even though I really wanted to. You see, my dog could talk because he was actually Kevin Bacon, a tulpamancer [I don't know.].

One time the two of us (my dog and I) went to a cathedral and spoke for a really long time, but then some church-goers that were somewhat older came in and seen us. They didn't hear him talking, but they did pull up something or another that was supposed to tell me how I really feel (or something; I really can't remember this point very well). One older man was confused, but a middle-aged woman, who I think was my old school's librarian, told him that I was "always like this" and not to worry about it.

I finished whatever they wanted me to do, went out--and then I think I went back in, because the things that happen next happened in a cathedral; no one was there, though.

Romeo and I were talking again, but this time Jon and Dakota came in the door. I suppose I could no longer hold the secret after years of doing so well, because I got Jon to the side and explained to him that I talked to my dog--frequently. He got this wide-eyed look about him and proceeded to tell me that "It's okay, everyone's insane about something." I tried to get him to believe that I wasn't crazy and that Romeo really could talk. Jon seemed to believe me, but I really couldn't be sure. Shortly thereafter Dakota came to join us so we could tell him. I explained to him further that Romeo was actually Kevin Bacon, and he seemed to accept that.

You guys, I'm really disappointed my dog can't talk. XD

Morning of August 29, 2015. Saturday.



The above image is solely representative of a dream and is not meant to imply or reflect any aspect or opinion of a real location.

There is a rural church that comes to mind. It seems I had actually gone there for a time until I realized it was futile (this faux history is only in my dream). I am not sure where it is, though I get an impression it may be in one of the New England states in America. This is a brand new concept that was unveiled to me in my dream’s otherwise meandering forms. Even after waking, I feel as if I have a subtle piece of someone else’s memory somehow, though this is not logical at all because I doubt there was such a church that became like this one.

The church used to have a cross on the front above the entrance. This cross has since transformed into a trident over time, perhaps a year or two. I am astounded by this concept and altered imagery, as it had never crossed my mind at any point before in my life, or perhaps it is because I had not given much thought to the cross in the first place (and I had never been to any church in my life other than for a couple funerals). The only real difference between the cross and the trident is the extended and raised arms - otherwise they are nearly the same. As such, one might think it to be a symbol for praise (to the sky above) or even ascension. Instead, on one level, it is damaging, perhaps; the pitchfork. There can be a fork in a road and there can also be crossroads.How can something “speak” so intimately for the first time? Has it “spoken” before?

This dream left me with a very odd “new” feeling and it certainly can be said that hardly any dreams do that for me these days, at least not in this particular unique way - as if it was “not me” in even the slightest way (related to the idea or faux memory), since it seemed completely “outside” of myself for whatever reason, almost as if I was looking into the mind of another for the first time (though I do not know whom).

Any personal associations likely arose from “Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters” (in which the trident is associated with the hero) - seen just previously - and the aforementioned absentminded confusion between “fork in the road” and “crossroads”. My dream self can be identified with Percy Jackson and forming a stronghold of differentiated and more intimate and viable spirituality; perhaps a “new house” to explore without the prior scorn of the general populace.

I am in a church and it is night outside. The lights are out and the large building is lit by thousand of small white stick-candles. There is a long white table splitting the center of the room and many empty chairs around. The pews flank the table and there is a stage in the front with a podium and many stairs leading up to it. For a time there are other people within the church, all speaking to one another and a preacher preaches to the crowd. Soon afterwards I find myself all alone in the building and the candlelight dims. There is an odd breeze inside the building, and there are no doors or windows open and no ceiling fans.

Before me, along the walls of the church, and encompassing the entire sanctuary, slithered an enormous serpent. It resembled an unnaturally large Burmese python. It was brown with dark spots and longer than a tree. Its head could swallow my body whole ten times over and it had a rattle along the end of its tail. It hisses at me as it slithers forth and comes to the center of the sanctuary, making its way to slip over the table and snake across it towards me.

It tells me, in a voice I remember vividly, "I know you are afraid." My body was shaking and I was sweating. The serpent continues with, "I tell you, you will fail to spread the Word of God." I deny this and begin shouting at the serpent, angrily. Nevertheless its power increases and it stands up on its tail and continues to hiss and bare its fangs. It sprays venom on me, yet I am unaffected. I tell it to be gone, and it disobeys, saying, "You are worthless."

I give another shout and unsheathe a sword from thin air, miraculously, and threaten to strike. The sword was white and gleamed like fire. It illuminated the entire room and the candles had vanished. The snake dissipates like sand in water, bursting apart and becoming thin air. I am left to stand and wonder... what had it meant.

July 30 6:17 a.m.

I was waiting in line to buy some chickens. It's a special place that was beside a church. I thought there was second line as people in front of me were there but proprietor told me that he only used one line. So I had to get back in line behind whole bunch of people. Bunch of kids there adults and everybody was in a good mood and I really didn't care though I thought I was being treated a little poorly. Other people were going under the ropes and walking up the hill and I thought I should've done to get to the special order chicken that was fine. Because I think it was supposed to be in a box already for me. To the right was this big brown stone church today

It's night, and we're in a heavily wooded valley. Above us is a massive structure that resembles a dam, and there are offices in the building that's built into the structure.

The four (or five?) of us are gathered in a circle, having made camp. There's no fire. We're on the run.

And they've found us.

It's day, now. The parents and one (or two?) of their kids have found a vehicle and are driving up one side of the dam (but there are deer in the way, so they can only go so quickly.)

I'm the daughter, and insect-like attack robots surround me, their numbers penetrating deep into the forest. I feel the energy building up within me, and I lash out, striking at the robots with some kind of sword, taking out half a dozen of them in a straight line.

There are too many of them. I retreat upwards into the office building, blasting through a wall to get inside. There are men and women in suits around a boardroom table, and they spin in their seats as I rush past them, sending up alarmed cries. I get to the interior door, something hot on my heels, and everything goes dark.

shift

The man in charge has short, spiked black hair. He is arrogant, cold, as he gives his orders. They're in the centre of a city now, and he has the girl.

People are frantic. Something has gone wrong. They need to escape, to evacuate. They need to get a message to the Earl.

I laugh. I am now a man, thin-faced and shorter than the man in charge. He is angry, he grabs me by the lapels of my jacket and demands, demands, demands.

Amused, I tell him that I can get the information to the Earl. It's in X folder in his personal, secure system, right? I have the files now, I can send them.

Demands, demands.

Well, I'm a hacker, of course, I tell him. And I'm not really here. But I can help him, for a price.

I'm with the girl I was before, and we're speeding through the city in a shuttle, trying to dodge as multiple giant space worms—like the one from Men in Black—destroy the city and try to eat us, as well.

We're in an elevator. Have we made it?

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In the church my mom took me to when I was really, really little. It's still dark, because it's winter, and the service is in an hour. I unlock the door with my key and turn on the lights.

No one is here yet. I go downstairs and turn on the lights (I'm a little bit afraid because I need to go through the dark sections to get to the lights), and I consider going home and sleeping for a bit.

I turn off the lights and stand in the darkness for a moment, quiet and still. The trees and the moon above the church create a lovely picture in the sky.

There's still one light on, though. It looks like someone is in the bathroom. I guess I should turn the lights back on and stay here until the service starts, since people have started arriving.

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Spoiler for Content note for attempted sexual assault:

In this dream, I was at a party with an old friend. Things had died down, and a man tried to climb on top of me, and I fought him off. It seemed like he was expecting me to be out of it, and I remembered that there was one thing that my friend had had that I hadn't; I tried to find my friend.

The dream played over and over, as I tried to find a better outcome. In some versions, there were police and an ambulance. In others, we went home and didn't talk about what had happened.

Note: I think that this dream played on a situation where the same friend helped me out of a situation where two of her guy friends were being hella creepy while I was drunk.

Edit: I also had a dream that Sensei started up his comp and had ALL of the intermediates against the one person who volunteered to be on the advanced team (which wasn't me).

Adventure: 5/10
Control: 3/10
Fear: 7/10

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

[Sorry this post is so fragmented. Lately, I seem to be able to recall individual dream scenes, but not the transitions between them. I don't remember specifically when or how I became lucid last night, either.]

I'm in a shop filled with soft slippers, which are all hung on a giant, high white wall display as well as family formal wear in the section furthest back. I see a pair of soft, purple thong slippers that I really want, but I have to ask the store clerk to get them down from the wall for me.

I'm at the Matterhorn in Disneyland. I look up and see people emerging from a hole in it, and standing on the terraced stage built into the south side. There are stairs leading down from the and into the mountain. There are a whole bunch of people up there; they're all part of a wedding party and are posing for a picture. [I think I may have become lucid at this point, or maybe it was at the beginning of this scene, I don't remember.] I come closer and see that there is an open space in the bottom of the mountain, which is set up as a wedding chapel. I look up from it into the hollow, rocky interior of the mountain, thinking that the roller coaster track must spiral around the outside. There's someone kneeling down at the front of the chapel space to pray; I feel like I ought to do the same, but I decide to keep on walking out of the chapel and keep exploring.

I enter another building of some kind, where there is a woman sitting behind a desk. She talks to me at length about something [I don't recall what]. Fully lucid by this point, I say in a rather rude and snippy tone, "I'm leaving to find something more interesting to do." I turn and walk out the door. [I work in tech support; I have to be nice to people I talk to on the phone. I'm not surprised that I was inclined to be snippy toward one of my DCs; it's a good way to release stress and frustration without hurting a real person's feelings.]

I wander around outside in a city. I look at a handheld GPS device, and it shows me that I am at the edge of one of many irregularly-shaped city blocks, separated by streets that go in all different directions with no pattern. I observe aloud, "GPS works in a dream because I expect it to." Two adjacent blocks are labeled "Omaha" and "Paris," yet when I turn around and look up, I see what is clearly the tallest tower from the LA skyline. I smile at this juxtaposition and say, "I love the dream world."

At this point, the dream begins to fade, and I begin to be aware of my real body again. I think, "I don't want to wake up yet!" I try to visualize the dream environment I was just in. The mental image becomes clearer, and I successfully get back into the dream without having woken up fully. [Amazing! I've never had a dream re-entry that smooth or elegant before. I didn't know I could do that!]

I'm exploring the entrance to a long, narrow storage room in another house. The room extends off to the left of the narrow door. While trying to get something out, I accidentally cause the two layers of freestanding shelves that run the length of the room to collapse sideways and to the left. I step back and try to restore the shelves by snapping my fingers, like a Q from Star Trek. It doesn't work the first two times. I try to concentrate and focus my intentions more clearly and specifically on what I am trying to do, and then snap my fingers again. It still doesn't work.

My real-life friend JB and I are in a house that belongs to some intelligent dragons. He talks to the dragons for a bit, and then he leaves to continue the quest he's on. As he leaves the house, icons appear in the air around him, representing his current quest statistics (money, inventory, life points, goals achieved, and so on), like in a computer RPG.

Morning of July 21, 2015. Tuesday.



I am semi-lucid but do not rise to full lucidity and just let my dream render the settings and circumstances automatically (without any previous scripting). I first find myself with my wife and three youngest children, as they seem to be ready to go to a park, though I falsely “know” it is south of our home rather than north (something dreams do a lot). I am deciding if I should go with them, as it seems to keep “resetting” over time, even though, at one level, I know that there is no park south of us. (The orientation is mirrored rather than rotated, as the front door seems to the south instead of north as well, yet immediate surroundings are otherwise mostly correct.)

In the next scene, I examine a very old large hardcover book (which is somewhat worn) which I was apparently sent in the mail recently. It is based somewhat on the concept of friendship books (FBs) from years ago that many people send on as they are supposed to, though there are always those who do not “get it” and keep them. The book seems to contain ghost stories and mysteries of perhaps a few pages each, and over many years from different amateur writers. I, as well, have a thought in my mind that I could keep the book, though I am not sure if that would be fair or right. Upon looking more closely, I see that several pages from a modern notebook (including the notebook’s cover) had been stapled on as the front cover (the real front cover seemingly missing), though it is partly coming off. I am trying to decide if it is just the notebook pages I should fill out (with my name and address) and send on after detaching the already loose staples, or the old book as well. Obviously, if each person is to add a story to the book, it needs to be sent on, yet the scene is somewhat ambiguous, especially as only the last few pages are blank. I already have the book, yet there is a statement on one of the first notebook pages expressing that you should write why you think your story should be included in the book, which contradicts why I received it in the first place.

The first page of the book has about a hundred small signatures in various styles of handwriting going back to the late 1700s. I see the names “James” and “John” (though do not recall the last names) but do not attempt to focus on the entire long list. Each one had been an author of a story in the book. I remain perplexed and my dream shifts.

I am then with my (deceased) sister on Loomis and Gillette and asking her about the changes that have occurred. I notice the area on the east side of Loomis looks very different. Instead of the neighbor’s house that was there on the corner, it appears to be an old church with all the windows sealed up with concrete blocks and the entire building painted over - which is actually like a real building across from my childhood (short-term) home on North Monroe in Florida, where people went a bit “off” and sealed the church possibly due to belief in “evil spirits”. (I am not sure of this, but I know that some people actually believe in such things, though I cannot imagine why.) She talks to me about it though it takes a little time to dawn on me that the whole area is not of the original buildings. There is also a strange “sign” made of three-dimensional letters (though I do not know the phrase as I am mostly perpendicular to it) that runs north to south along the east side of Loomis, that is, just the phrase sitting upright (vertically) over the lawns, somewhat like a miniature (but longer) version of the “Hollywood” sign, about chest-high. I do not bother to walk over and read it. Our conversation is not that vivid though my sister seems to be expressing puzzlement about my not knowing of the (fictional) changes, and my dream shifts again.

Finally, I am with my wife Zsuzsanna in a mostly undefined setting. I notice that her face is glowing in a similar manner as when someone shines a flashlight from under their chin in a dark room, though in photographic negative, though with correct colors, so that the light both appears to come from inside as well as the colors rendered correctly (instead of with blue skin as would otherwise be the case). She is smiling intensely. “That’s sexy,” I say, though I am not sure of the dynamics of the setting (which seems indoors and outdoors at the same time) and my dream finally fades.

#443 - DILD - 5:01AM


This dream was from Monday morning...

I'm enjoying keeping my entries short and to the point with less detail. It makes it easier for lazy slugs like me to read. Not much happened in this dream anyway. I've really got to get a high level LD soon.

I find some acoustic guitars in a church. My mom tells me to take one since they aren't being used. I chose one and begin to play. It feels random, but sound amazing. Everyone claps for me.

I recognize the dream sign and become lucid. I almost lose the dream but I manage to concentrate and reenter. My memory gets foggy and all I can recall is looking at some colorful gift bags thinking on goals. For some reason I think that I was to trace something in the air. I make some shape in the air with my finger and I see a silver trail of light follow and then vanish. Someone looks at me with a knowing look. I think I am doing the wrong task and I wake up.

I later dream non lucid about being a traveling businessman with way too many sexual hookups. I keep telling the women that I love them, but I seem to just want to "hit it and quit it". There was some drama on an airplane with some woman.

There was a grand extravaganza with the heads of state and leaders of the church attending. I could tell it was more of a party and not an official function. There was some discussion between a few church leaders on how to bring about a revival and healing to people. It was decided by them some sort of traditional rite should be performed. The most prominent church leader then went through this rite, and to end it, it involved him pouring a goblet of wine into the sea. I could see him at the cliff edge, pouring it over ceremoniously into the pacific ocean. So where we were must have been eastern Russia. Anyway, as soon as he poured it all out, what was somewhat normal weather over the pacific ocean erupted into a huge storm. Clouds covered the whole expanse of the Pacific Ocean and the winds and waves roared to life. It was like God took offense to the rite being performed and judgment was now at hand. Everyone there were terrified at what was happening and those condoning the rite were shocked that the rite had exactly the wrong effect. It is weird in how I can see a impression of the whole Pacific in my dream and what is happening to it.

Somehow I transitioned to a different place, I could tell it was England and I was near a grand cathedral. Well I wandered around the cathedral and also went to the balcony of it, looking out. The people there were also now gathered in masse, and some seemed to be praying against the coming evil. They started singing a beautiful song of praise to the Lord, and as they did, light shone through breaks in the clouds and beams of light lit up the area. It was all so majestic. I wandered around a bit more after the singing stopped. The light quit coming once they stopped singing. Not all were singing, only a few what seemed, random, people in the crowds. Everyone spirits lifted at the singing, but after it stopped, the crowd went back to being nervous and fearful at the coming storm. That's about where my dream ended.

February 07, 2015

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Hooping

I was entering a sort of church with my mom and dad. It was in some foreign country, probably Germany or Austria. I knew in my dream that I had visited this church before, with Zukin, but she wasn't here this time. As we enter the first room, we spot Jeremy from Top Gear sitting in a chair at the far end of the room. He talks to us a little, but doesn't say much, and I can't remember what little we did talk about. I had the feeling I was a little scared of him, maybe it was more awe-struck. At the front end of the room, where we had entered, there was a table against the wall with two hoops on it. I had picked them up and was about to start hooping with one of them, when a young boy ran into the room and tackled me with a hug. We had met this boy last time we were here, and he said he had missed me. He asked where Zukin was, and I said she wasn't here this time. He then asked me to do that thing we had done last time. He meant a thing where Zukin holds a hoop in each hand and twirls them around. It's fascinating to watch and I've tried it before, it's pretty tricky to do. I told him, "It was Zukin who did that, I'm not very good at it." But he insisted, and handed me to lighter hoops than the ones I currently held. I gave in and attempted the trick. At first I was doing it all wrong, but I knew what I was doing wrong; my wrists were bending the wrong ways. I fixed it and was about to really get in a groove when I woke up.





ALL THE FOOD

When I fell back asleep, I entered back into the same dream (I was trying to enter it lucid, but it was a normal dream). The boy was gone, and Jeremy was also gone. My mom and dad and I went through the big double doors at the end of the room and entered another large room with tables all over the place. there were people all over, too, and it turned out it was a potluck day. I was excited for food, and realized I was ravenous. The back wall of the room had tables against it, covered with main dishes and sides. I got a plate with the best looking chicken I had ever seen, some pees, corn, and some bread and potatoes with gravy. I put my plate down next to where my mom was, to save a spot while I went to the dessert room. There was apparently a whole other room for desserts.

In that room, there were two or three tables all pushed together in the center, piled high with plates of cookies and brownies and cakes and whatever kind of dessert you could think of, basically. I walked around it once first, taking it all in and deciding what I would pick... There was a whole section of three or four different kinds of red velvet cookies. One of them was apparently red velvet but without the food coloring, and it had tiny chocolate chips sprinkled on the top of it. But I didn't get that one, I went for a more traditional red velvet cookie. I got two of those, and then I noticed a table at the corner of the room, and there was a bag on the table. The bag had two compartments; in one were smaller red velvet cookies with a weird looking frosting, and in the other were HUGE red velvet cookies with a delicious looking cream-cheese frosting or something. I took one of the big ones and put it on my plate. But now it was full, so I needed another (they were small plates).

I got another plate, and looked at the layered goodies. There was a piece the size of my hand of this layered fudge and chocolate and either coffee or peanut butter stuff... It looked delicious, but I assumed it was a tiramisu and I don't like those, so I left it. Next to it, though, was a foot-and-a-half tall layered thing of chocolate and fudge and vanilla and soft cakes and mints and it just looked so good. So I cut a super thin piece (maybe about half an inch thick, because it was so tall and I didn't need a shit ton of the stuff) and had to kind of scoop it out into a messy pile on my plate. I started from the top and scooped out 4-inch parts at a time because I was worried that if I just took it from the bottom, it would all topple and get all over the place.

I drab one more cookie, and then they announce that the food lines were going to close up pretty soon, so I left and found my spot next to mom. I realized I had forgotten the other plate, though, and tried to get back in. The door to the hallway leading to the dessert room was locked from my side, though. I waited for someone to come out, but no one was, so I knocked on the door. A young man peeked from around the corner (I was looking through the small gap between the double-doors, or there might have been a window in the door...) and tentatively opened the door for me. I thanked him with a hug, and went to find my other plate. It was on the table in the corner that had the bag on it. I grabbed it, went back to my seat

And then I started to eat. And oh my god, it was amazing. the chicken was the most flavorful and amazingly moist chicken I have ever had. I moved on to that layered thing, and it was so good. It's hard to describe what exactly it tasted like, but it was EXACTLY what I was craving (and am still craving right now). Like, think of your favorite childhood dessert, and it was that taste, pretty much.

I was sad to wake up from that dessert.





Romeo vs. Me: "Dueling"

When I fell back asleep, I dreamed I was in a car on the way to a small town in the mountains of Germany or Austria (there was a theme this night... I was thinking hard about castles and balls all day so I could increase my chances of remembering some tasks when I got lucid). We were almost there, I could tell, but there was still another mountain to get over first. Right now we were driving in a valley, with the mountain to our left and farms and scattered rural houses to our right... But the building were all torn down. It looked like there had been a tornado or some other really destructive storm... and so I was worried about the town we were headed for. I was hoping it was an isolated event and that everyone I knew in this small town was alright.

When we got to the town, I got out of the car and walked to the main town square. Someone was breathing fire (it was sunset, getting dark) and this was so fascinating but weird that I did a reality check... My left hand's middle and ring finger were kinda webbed-looking...

I was dreaming!

I looked around and started rubbing my hands together because my lucids have not lasted long lately... I felt the dream getting stronger, and I also took note of my surroundings. I remembered right away the challenge task for week two, and shot into the air to hover above the town square. I looked around the town for a castle that looked like it was having a party; it would probably be the Capulet's ball.

On the edge of town, on the hills leading to the mountains beyond, I saw what looked like a fancy villa or something, and there were lots of lights around it, lighting up the grounds and whatnot. I assumed this was the Capulet household, and was about to fly off toward it normally, when I remembered my last three-part task. I thought about how fast would count as "advanced" flying, and pretty much decided jet-speed would do. I'm not really sure that I did anything special, I just kinda expected to be going super fast, and I did. I shot off in a bee-line for the castle and was there in pretty much a second. It actually kinda reminded me of Lord of the Rings, when Sauron zooms in on things happening far away.

I land at the front door and because I am a Capulet, I just walk right in. I was greeted by a servant at the door, and handed something to drink. It was in a fancy glass and looked bubbly, so I downed it and continued into the main room. It was beautiful, really. There was the main floor, which was large, and then there were stairs on either side leading up to an upper balcony level where people were milling about and talking. I looked around, expecting to see Romeo. He was supposed to crash this party, yes? And then I thought, "My teammates and the other team should be here as well." So I called out the names I could remember: OneUp, Pickman, StaySharp, Spellbee, FryingMan. Five young men walked toward me from the crowds, and I asked who each of them were. "Which one of you is OneUp?" The one in the middle raised his hand. Though he also raised his hand when I asked who was StaySharp, and so it was a little bit confusing about which ones were which people (but my subC pretty humorously inserted clues about who was who). I eventually sorted it out, and grabbed OneUp (he had an arrow on his forehead, a little like Aang, but it pointed up, not down), Pickman (he had a flower sticking out of his head and wore an all red suit) and StaySharp (he was pretty nondescript), pulling them to my side. "You three are Capulets, right?" They nodded. "And you two are Montegues, correct?" I asked Spellbee (he was buzzing the whole time so I'm pretty sure that was him) and FryingMan (he actually had a frying pan on a rope around his neck). They nodded, too, and seemed troubled.

I was about to try to convert Spellbee and FryingMan, when Spellbee's buzzing got louder and he grabbed FryingMan's frying pan and tried to hit me with it. "Hey now. Be nice." I made the frying pan shrink so it was the size of a normal necklace now. "You two should totally join the Capulets. We have awesome parties." They both looked a little uncertain, so I kept going. "You will join the Capulets." I waved my hand, trying to use Jedi mind powers. They squirmed a little and then both said, "Okay," and stepped over to stand behind me. "Now let's find that Romeo guy." They agreed to help me find him.

I was walking around, expecting that I would bump into Romeo eventually, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the Face. "Do you know where Romeo is?" I asked him. He just shrugged and took my hand, taking me to the balcony. "Wait, I have to find Romeo," I said. He looked back at me, oddly silent, and just giggled a little, then disappeared. I watched the DCs around me, wondering which one of them was Romeo. Then I heard someone (I think it was Spellbee) say, "Oh, Romeo," behind me, and I turned to see who he was talking to. The young man I assumed to be Romeo had black hair and wore a fancy outfit, but beyond that I don't remember much about his looks. I approached him and said, "You're Romeo, right?"

He looked at me, nodded, and said, "And who are you?" I told him I was Juliet (Romeo will obviously fall in love with Juliet), and he pretty much just leaves what he was doing, grabs my hand, and stands there holding my hand silently. It was like we were school kids playing date on the playground. I turned to him and said, "Romeo, do you love me?" He looked at me and smiled, nodding. "Don't you want to kiss me?" I asked, and he blushed, then carefully kissed me. Well, this should be enough for that task, right...? But I was also going to do the other option, which was to duel Romeo. "Romeo, I challenge you to a duel!" I said.

He perked up a bit, grabbed my hand and lead me to a door. The DVers I had found followed us, whooping and yelling encouragement to me. Then it turned into this really weird sex battle. Apparently that's what a duel means here. Romeo pushed me down onto a bed and tore off his own shirt, and one of the DVers yelled "BULLSHIT!" I decided to let this kind of duel continue, and pretty much flipped Romeo on his back so I was on top. I think that was how you won. So yeah. We "dueled" for a while and I'm pretty sure I won because I was on top at the end and my DV following was ecstatic and jumping around and hugging each other as if their team had just won the superbowl. I was barely lucid at this point, and then I woke up.

Dream one: Supermarket catacombs
Somebody is ill in a large traditional church building.
I call an ambulance, the person in the other end of the phone appears to be almost expecting the call and even knows the persons address, but I explain that the person is not at home but at the church. I go and try to spot the ambulance in case they don't know where to stop and see a variety of shops built into the edge of the church building, like a shopping arcade. I investigate behind the shops and find a large underground storage facility full of what looks like supermarket stock on dusty shelves with some yellow jacketed men shuffling around with clipboards and fork lift trucks. I snoop about a bit before realising I probably ought not to be here and heading back upstairs by means of a rickety old open lift somewhat reminiscent of warehouses in 101 films.

Dream two: Naughty motorbiking
I'm on a dirt bike flying through streets and tunnels doing wheelies through large puddles and trying to skim over deeper water.
I get to the end of a tunnel and it opens out into a covered space on the bank of a river, it looks like this area is perhaps tidal or otherwise occasionally flooded with banks of sandy silt and puddles it feels a bit like the space under a pier or a large concrete pontoon. I carry on toward the bank of the river planning to use a RIB as a ramp to get over the river. At this point I think through the manoeuvre several times with variations as my dreaming mind is interrupted by the first flakes is lucidity. This repetition as my subconscious tries to decide how realistic the scenario needs to be to pass muster is a classic dreamsign and the lucidity grows until I opt to land in the middle of the river and sink down, enjoying the impossibility of breathing and riding a motorbike underwater. Unfortunately the darkness and minimal lucidity mean I lose the dream and wake up.

I reenter the dream but non lucidly (boo!) I'm back on the motorbike coming up to a backstreet industrial area with a variety of garage sized units each occupied by separate concerns, mostly #full of boxes, some appear to be running repair shops of various kinds.

I pull into one unit that apparently is where the bike belongs, but I get an uneasy feeling that these guys are up to nefarious activities and decide to go back out again. I see two motorbikes this time and realise a friend is with me and we head off to play in the streets and puddles again.

Dream three: Lots of sex
That's about it really, an awkward succession of stilted and vague sexual encounters in which neither party was all that interested and both seemed to be putting up with it for the benefit of the other. Eventually we stop because it's getting a bit sore. Heaven knows what Freud would make of that dream...

Dream four: Tree in a car
Leaving a large modern church building en masse to go and have lunch together. This is not the same church as in the earlier dream. I decide to take a chair with me for stone train, it's exactly like one of my table chairs. I head directly through the nearest door rather than negotiate several internal doorways, explaining the logic to Andrew on the way past. I ponder how in going to get the chair on my bike as I've left my car behind today. I overhear Maddie taking to somebody about how he wouldn't let a tree grow in his car and I investigate the subject of the conversation, pulling a small tree out of the suspension of some numpty's car. Freud would probably claim the tree was sine kind of sexual symbolism in this dream, too, I expect...

In this dream I was with 4 or 5 spies, and we were deep in Russia. I won’t get into the details of what happened, and I’ll focus more on the lucid part, but we crossed through woodlands, small towns, country side, and then we finally ended up in a city. We were being pursued by a woman in white dress, so we decided to blend-in with the locals by sitting in the back of a church. There were lots of people sitting around chatting. Then, this old woman beside me leaned over and asked where I was from, so I told her, and she replied she lived there too until she was 23, and then she moved back to her small town where she spent the rest of her life.

I jumped up and ran to one of the church’s windows and looked outside to see if all was clear for us to leave, but the woman in the white dress was standing alongside the church, and she saw me! I quickly turned around and ran out the back of the church and down a long flight of stairs. I was trying to go so quick that I flew down the stairs and around the corner. That’s when I realized I’m dreaming! Yeah, I’m lucid! I could feel my vision fading so I immediately took to flight. I flew across a small field; about 15 feet off the ground, and people were standing everywhere, staring at me. The tree line was coming up, but I wasn’t gaining altitude. I focussed on being at the tree tops, and this helped, because I flew immediately to the tree tops. My clarity was excellent at this point, so I decided to fly into a 3rd storey window of the church. I did so, and landed in an empty room. My clarity was fading so began to swirl. I swirled and swirled, but I felt like I was back in bed again, so I gave up and recorded the dream on my voice recorder. This voice recorder is cool! I woke up with 9 dreams on it.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am at some exotic place, like an old church semi-ruined, where groups gather to have workshops like tile making and other artistic works. I go downstairs for a break and pass by a hallway where I see on my periferal vision a man with a hooded cape, sitting on the floor against a wall, like a beggar, but not really begging. It's only a few steps ahead that I realized: “didn't I just see my guru?” I look back but he's already gone. I go after him through a door to the outside, a maze of crowded streets like in some middle eastern village. I finally spot them and keep trying to reach him, but he Is fast and I keep loosing him at every corner. He knows I am after him, but he is like a jedi master, he wanted me to see him, bu not to meet him, just to know that he is keeping an eye on me.

Deathmatch - revolutionary TV show

Local television created a new show called Deathmatch. They picked up random people, used chemical substance turning human in a mindless killing machine, and dropped them in their arena. It was made as a farmland at the late evening. I was one of the picked up people. Everyone i saw was deformed, and looked like monster. I was fighting, killing everyone trying to stop me. When I was alone with a granny and her dog, the countdown timer started. I quickly ran to her, and killed her and her dog. Then the show was over. I was standing in the middle of arena, surrounded by piles of bodies and dancing a winner dance.

Family meeting

I was in my aunts home. We were sitting near the table and talking.

A trip to the Greece - DILD

With my siblings and friend we drove to Greece, to the family I was guest once in the past. We were sightseeing in the big city. The streets were crowded, but the was no gridlock on the road. We were crossing the streets in dangerous places, often jumping in front of cars, and sat on the bench. We then decided to go to the church, where famous greek singer performs. We entered the church. It was built in baroque style and rich in ornament. There was a coffin of a hero there. We sat on one of the benches. They were hanging on the chains, so you could swung on them. After a while, the singer appeared on the balcony, high, close to the roof. She was a beautiful, slim and tall woman. She was brunette, with full red lips. She was wearing a black evening gown. Her voice was as beautiful as her appearance. I couldn't control the bench, which swung like crazy. When the performance ended, we wanted to go to the shop, but we were attacked by zombies. I was trying to beat them with my fists, but they were too strong. Luckily someone helped us. We entered the shop and wanted to buy some snacks, but there was a zombie woman, who after time became more and more normal, tough aggression stayed. I was escaping from her, and thrown random objects at her. She was still chasing me. While running near the shelves with wine, I grabbed one bottle and thrown it at her. She catched it, and ran after me. I finally come closer to her, and told her that it's best to stop, chosen a snack and went to pay. The cashier told me that it cost 11 euros. I could buy that, but 11 euros for a stupid snack?! I went back to the shelves with snacks, and took another one. I payed 3 euros, and opened it. It was a pack of white chocolate balls, but inside there were miniature tennis balls.
I became lucid, and told myself It's a dream, and I could've taken something better. I thought to myself that there was a wine stand nearby, ideal occasion for basic TOTM!
Suddenly I heard alarm clock and immediately woke up.