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Dream #1

I was at "my office," which was basically two cubicles set in one of the product islands at a discounter store like a Kmart or a Wal-Mart. I sat in the left cubicle. My co-worker S sat in the right cubicle. There was an aisle for a walkway between us.

I had been doing some kind of work, but now I stood up from my cubicle and walked into the main part of the store. I had probably been thinking about my bad handwriting.

I looked in the distance. Hanging on the wall or hanging from the ceiling were two signs, as big as the signs that might usually advertise products, like in a Target. The signs may just have materialized as I watched them. They mimicked my handwriting, making two whole pages out of little scrawls. The two pages seemed to be slightly curled and almost touching each other back-to-back.

I thought that described my handwriting really well. I was now walking back toward the cubicles. I walked past some sort of exchange counter, which was just a smallish, fake wood counter which may possibly have stood before a dressing room. A kind of big-framed, kind of muscly woman with very short hair stood before the counter. She wore a white tank top and blue jeans.

The woman was trying to exchange something that looked like a classical statue of a chest and head of a man. The sculpture was in some kind of grey, slatey material. The back of the sculpture was completely flat. It hadn't had any features carved into it, but there were all kinds of apparently accidental scratches made in it.

As I headed back to my desk, my co-worker CB, a peer to my boss, walked up behind me. He had completely shaved his head, and he looked a little more tan than before. He wore a green shirt with white woven in, so that it looked like it was inside-out, and some blue jeans.

I was afraid that CB hated me. I also knew that my boss wasn't around, so I figured CB would try to make trouble. So I tried to hurry and sit down at my desk. But, for some reason, CB kissed me on the head. He said something nice to me. He may have asked me to help him with some issue he was having with a project. I was relieved that he didn't hate me.

(Although in waking life I don't think I'd appreciate it if he kissed me on the head.)

Dream #2

I was in a dark hallway that was made of big, stone blocks. The hallway was tall, somewhat wide, and almost completely dark. I was apparently taking a break from studying.

Just for fun, apparently, I decided to bounce upwards off the walls. I bounced from wall to wall, bringing myself higher and higher. I was finally almost to the ceiling. At this point my body was horizontal, as if I were floating and laying on my left side.

I thought I should probably get back to studying. But I figured that what I was doing now was also educational, as well as fun. So why not keep doing it? I decided that since I was basically floating, I might as well fly through the hallway.

I flew through the hallway and into some dark room that was kind of like some classical study in a mansion and a messy, suburban living room. My mom may have been sleeping on the couch.

There was a sliding glass door at the back of the room. It had a thin, light brown curtain on it. As I flew toward the door, I thought, I can only fly in my dreams. I thought, Well, I don't think I'm dreaming, even though I'm flying. But I thought, Well, if I'm dreaming, I should be able to go straight through the closed glass door. I should try.

So I flew at the door. I may have felt myself pushing through the curtain and the glass. I may have thought, Well, I guess I am dreaming.

I find him with some girl who looks like Rhianna, complete with bright red hair. She's crawling on top of him, licks his chest then goes in for the kiss, at first he responds, but then realizes I am watching and pulls back. I come out of the shadows and call the bitch out, telling her to come down (from the loft bed of some sort) and fight me. My man asks if I am seriously going to fight her and I tell him for sure I am, and that I will probably lose.

I get ther first sucker punch in and she looks surprised. I land another hit and she's hurt. Seeing that she's losing, she calls in some burly looking men to help her. There is a Flash forward to me and her and her men at some sort of door. They are all squished up against eachother as if there is no space. I warn them to stay back or I will pull the fire alarm. They seem a bit freaked out by this, then they actually point out to me that I don't have my hand positioned correctly, and show me how to do it properly.

I am at a campsite near a lake. I am poor and have few posssessions and I think I either live there or am staying their until I move on to a new place because I am essentially homeless. The roads and campsite grounds are mostly gravel, with tress scattered here and there.

I keep to myself and mostly stay on my site but for some reason a group of three adolescent boys start throwing small rocks at me. I ask them to stop but it only provokes them and soon their are five boys throwing handfulls of gravel and rocks at me. People on surrounding campsites do nothing to help and only stare. My tent offers little shelter and it collapses. I suddenly remember that I have an archer's bow and I go and get it. The bow I find looks like it was constructed of plastic and duct tape and I only have three arrows. I try to fire an arrow at the boys as a warning shot, but it turns out my bow IS made of platic and duct tape and it falls apart.

A vagrant old man suddenly appears and hands me a dart gun and some darts, telling me that this will be much better. Suddenly something happens (but I can't remember what) and the boys throwing the rocks suddenly stop and run away. I have not fired the dart gun so I don't know what scared them off. I am exausted and sore but my tent has been destroyed and the only possesion I have left is a blanket, a sleeping bag and a pillow.

I leave the campsite to find a slab of concrete near a building to sleep on, but other vagrants have picked spots around the building and space is scared. I don't know what the building is or used to be and the windows and doors have been boarded up. There is a road that either leads deeper into or exits the campsite and it runs right only where all the vagrants are trying to hunker down for the night. Many people shout unkind things or throw garbage at us and it is near impossible to sleep. I become so frustrated I go for a walk and when I come back a blond haird man has stolen my spot and is sleeping in my blankets.

Suddenly I cannot cross the road because it is a deep chasm filled with a raging river and I feel depressed and tired and want to throw myself in.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I walked up something like a wooden ramp or a wooden deck that was in front of some kind of run-down beach house or shack made of wood. I may have been in a line with people.

I was now in a classroom. The desks in the classroom seemed all crammed together. We were all preparing for some kind of test like the SATs. I looked up from my study material and saw JW, my old friend from high school, studying for the test.

I made some kind of weird comment in a weird voice that I thought would remind him of our high school days. JW recognized me, but he only ackowledged me briefly and reluctantly. I was a little hurt.

Some voice called from behind me. I turned around. Another friend of mine, who I didn't recognize, was trying to get my attention. This guy was from some more recent time in my life. He may have been overweight, with tan skin, black hair in a ponytail, a goatee, and glasses. I was kind of put out that JW wouldn't talk to me, while this guy would.

Now the test was about to begin. The teacher was doing something. I made some kind of immature joke. The class' and teacher's attention were drawn to me. The teacher may have asked me something. I may have responded with a dumb answer that was a smart alecky way of saying I didn't know anything.

The teacher said, "What a disappointment. I thought you were one of the bright ones. I was looking for someone to give a presentation on how to take this test. I thought it was going to be you. But I guess not, now."

Apparently, we all had to go somewhere else to take the test. We were all walking through some area.

Later, I think I had decided not to take the test after all. I was somewhere that was half outside and half inside. I stood on some barren soil. A pit as long as my body and a few feet deep was dug into the soil. I sat down into the pit. I began pulling the dirt down onto myself.

I buried my legs pretty quickly. I started to wonder if I would suffocate if I managed to pull dirt all over my body, which was, I think, my objective. I may have gotten afraid. I may have pulled myself up out of the pit. As I looked down at the soil, the soil may have seemed disgusting to me, like it was feces.

Dream #2

I was in a high school, walking down the steps of a stairwell. A white kid kind of dressed like a gangster came up the steps and punched me in the face. I dropped my books. The kid kept attacking me, but I tried to ignore him. I picked up my books and walked the rest of the way down the stairs.

I got around a corner, into some place like a classroom. For some reason I looked back out around the corner, into the stairwell. The kid punched me in the face again!

Dream #3

I was in my bedroom. A strange, white animal was crawling across the floor. It was moving somewhat quickly. I thought it might be a mouse. But it had such a strange look, like a slug.

I was interested in the animal, but I didn't want it in my house. It seemed to be heading out the door of its own accord. I watched it as it approached the door. But just before it got to the door it turned back around.

I now got on the floor and tried to scare the animal away. But I only seemed to make it curious about me. It came closer, so I figured I might as well try to learn what kind of animal it was. It turned out to be very much like a white mouse with grey ears. But something about it still looked not quite right. I wondered if I actually wasn't looking at a baby rat.

I was a young boy, and I believe it started on a bus. Me and a teacher, or just adult helping out, were the last two people on the bus. He either threaten to attack me, or attacked me, the beginning of the dream is a bit fuzzy. In any case I spent the whole dream trying to not find myself alone, because I knew he would kill me. I thought about telling someone else, but I figured he would just kill them to.

For whatever reason, the group I was in spent a ton of time on ladders. Putting stuff on shelves, changing lightbulbs and what not. (probably because I am a facilities worker irl.) Some ladders were really tall, none of them were a normal size.

He tried to push me off a few ladders sending me crashing into (luckily) random piles of non-lethal things. I finally refused to go up a ladder without someone else with me. One of the teachers began to realize I was acting strange and got me to tell her what was going on. She decides that we should go and confront him.

We go to his house and knock on the door. He opens the door and without another thought shoots me in the chest. I go tumbling backwards. It was then that I realized that guns and shot were two of my dream themes, and that I must be dreaming.

I suddenly was the teacher, and began to walk towards the guy all terminator style. He continued to shoot, but they just ricocheted off of me. I said "this is a dream, you can't hurt me."

I forget exactally what happened, but I destroyed him.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking through a street in my old neighborhood. I came to a three-way intersection. The left road went past my old elementary school. The right road went past a grocery store.

It was night and dark. There were no streetlights. The sky seemed purple, as if somewhere in the distance there were lights.

There were a good amount of people walking around on the street. Nobody, including me, was acting as if there was no power and light.

I walked along the right road and crossed the street to get to the sidewalk in front of the grocery store. As I did, another man walked behind me, continuing along the sidewalk I had just been on.

The man was on a cell phone. He was bragging really loud to somebody about having arranged things with the people at his work so that he could alternate work between New York and Atlanta.

I knew the man was trying to get my attention and trying to make me feel like he had a better job than I. I tried not to worry about the guy, although I did think that being able to live in one other place as well as New York would be pretty cool. Atlanta seemed pretty far. I thought Boston might be nice.

There was a tree in the middle of the street. It had fallen, but the trunk was still connected to the stump. It didn't seem too wide -- maybe only 33cm or so in diameter. But it was like I was walking below it. It was completely blocking the road. I had to get past it. I pushed against it, but I don't think I actually lifted it or moved it out of the way. I was then past it.

I was on the sidewalk in front of the grocery store. There was a pretty girl somewhere. I may have thought about telling her something about how I live in New York and Boston.

Then I started seeing black butterflies. They floated at about waist height, occasionally coming up to my head, and they flew very slowly. They were about 15cm wide, and in the dark they looked like living shadows.

I walked under the canopy of a scraggly sidewalk tree. There were more black butterflies. They were floating through what seems now like either the suckers of the tree or some kind of barren shrub.

I was shocked by the strange sight of the butterflies. I told myself there was no way these things could be butterflies. I told myself that butterflies didn't fly around in the dark. I thought they were bats. But they flew too slow to be bats.

Eventually I told myself they must be moths. That seemed more reasonable than their being butterflies, although not as mystical. But, still, I told myself, even for moths, these things have such a strange appearance.

Dream #2

I was in an area like a hallway for a smallish performance and rehearsal space. The place felt warm, warmly lit, and nice. The ceilings may have been high up, even though the space wasn't big.

I sat on a stool. I sat before a doorway. The door was the kind that has a split halfway up so you can open the top or bottom half only if you want. The bottom half was closed, and there was a ledge on it, which I was using for a counter.

A pale, white man stood on the other side of the door. Behind him was a room with dimensions like for a performance space, but filled with stuff like for a living room or bedroom. This space also felt warm and nice.

The man told me about some special cocktail he had made. I could see it in my mind's eye. It was very colorful. It had green in it, and possibly yellow, like pineapples. It may have been topped with whipped cream and a cherry.

The man offered to make me a special cocktail. I didn't feel like drinking, so I declined. But the guy seemed really intent on making the cocktail, which he seemed really proud of. So I finally accepted.

Dream 1-- Airplane theater

In an airplane with mom. We sit down in a very large craft, I think I am in an aisle seat. After a short while, I start walking around to see what is going on in the plane. As I turn a corner, the plane turns into movie theater and I am walking towards this giant screen in an open area. There is a U shape of seats surrounding the screen, but the seats look like the ones present in the gate when you wait for a plane. There are various people scattered around in the seats and they all seem preoccupied. None of them are looking at me, but I am looking around at them a little bit. I notice the ground is grey and there are windows out to the left of where I am walking. As I walk away from the movie screen, I see my mom sitting down in the second row of seats and I sit down next to her with a rationale that she is in a decent seat and we can watch the movie together. She is typing on her laptop, which is this small black computer in the dream. We don't talk. I go into PassObs and the dream ends.

Dream 2-- Fish City Grill

At first, I think I am driving my car into the Preston Royal shopping center in Dallas. This is my local neighborhood and I would go here all the time to eat, shop, and hang out. I am making a left turn into the complex from Preston road, and when I turn I start to go really slowly because I notice the entire lay out has change. It seems like everything has expanded and evolved from when I last remember. There is WhichWhich in a huge grey sign and a white arrow at the bottom pointing to the store. This sign hangs above a red sign that indicates another restaurant in the same location! As I find a place to park my car, I'm in autopilot, and focused more on looking around at all the changes. I tried to intentionally keep in my memory all of the names of the restaurants, but I can't at this point. I remember that the store right in front of me had a window in the front, and a dark red sign with it's name in white letters above the window. The corner store, that used to be Royal China, changed it's layout and there were glass doors that I could see through, and I saw this spiral staircase that appeared to go upstairs. In my mind, I felt like it had been replaced by a library. As I am walking forward, I see that basically everything is different, FCG is even in this new place, which is across street from its normal location.

As I am ready to open the door, my mom is next to me and she walks in with me. We go through the door, A PERFECT TIME TO RC (but I don't), and walk in. I feel very uncomfortable and I try to look to the left at the menus in order to avoid eye contact with the people behind the counter. Without really paying attention that the whole layout of the restaurant has changed, we continue to walk forward when I hear Mary, the manager, say hello. At this I get a fake smile on my face, almost automatically, robotically look over and say hello without even thinking. We walk over to her and chat for a little, it's the standard stuff. She is behind this wooden counter and I can see the chefs cooking stuff in the background behind her. We talk about college a little and I feel uneasy because I think I want to say something bad, but I have to hide it with a happy face.

We continue walking the whole time and go over to a table. This table is wooden and glossy, near the side wall of the restaurant. I can see a stony wall to my right, and some other people scattered throughout the restaurant. It's like I have extras in my dream or something to make it realistic! Then I go into PassObs because of the conversation with Mary and the lack of one with my mom.

Suddenly, we are outside the restaurant in a totally different parking complex and appear outside an ice cream shop with my dad, mom, Kaola, and another guy. My dad, mom, and I are walking to the car when Kaola and him go into the ice cream store while we wait. I shout something to Kaola about chameleonizing, and my dad talks about the antakarana in response. I say flatly, and curtly (which is really unusual for me, especially with my dad) "No, the antakarana isn't used to chameleonize," he just repeats the word, antakarana with a huge smile on his face as he sways from side to side with his hands locked in front of his groin. This is his habitual stance, and I apparently have recognized it's repetitive nature! I repeat firmly, without hesitation, that "no it's not used to chameleonize" and then I turn my back to him, something I have yet to do in real life.
They come back out, and high five each other but I put my hand up and don't get a high five. I feel bad. They don't even look at me it seems like. They walk around to the other side of the car while I go into the near door.

Dream 3-- Dying Cat

In my house and kitchen specifically. I don't really know what I'm doing there, but I decide that I want to feed the cat and fill her bowl up, so I start looking through drawers. One by one, I see they are filled with a layer of water. They still have all the normal contents in every drawer, except that the contents are floating on a layer of water! One drawer has a bunch of plastic containers to be used with the Magic Bullet blender, which is the first one I opened. I wonder why no one else can clean this up, and I start to get angry. I think about how we have a maid and she should be doing this work, and I think about how my mom is always trying to get me to clean stuff but can't keep her own house organized and something along the lines of "Why do I have to do everything to get things done."

As I am looking through the drawers, my cat walks in, meows, and I start petting her. She stands there purring. First I pet her shoulderblade and back. She turns her head and licks my hand. Then I go down to her neck and upper chest
I reach one of her "nipples" or something, and get a little nervous like she will bite me or react bad. She actually puts her head down to lick me instead. I can tell there isn't fur where I am petting so I feel like there is a difference when I pet this area from when I pet her back (I don't know if this is true in real life at all). I continue to pet her there and she raises her paw that's closest to me, I pull my hand away and she keeps her paw up without moving it at all. I continue to pet her. My mom walks in and starts talking to me, but I don't look up at her at all or even pay attention to the words she is using. (She is in a lot of my dreams all of a sudden). I am at the ground level and then I see another cat walk in. This cat is pure black if I remember right.

As I look back at my original cat, she is changing colors. Her fur is falling off, turning white, and where all the fur has completely fallen her skin is turning black, along with her eyes. I tell my mom "The cat is dying." She has this scary, holographic glow to her. Her eyes are black and green, and her whole body seems to look like the negative of a photo with the white and black being starkly contrasted. I have all of these thoughts about how my cat is dying and how it's sad. PassObs, wake up.

Now I'm worried that I just prophesied my cat dying! That sucks. I need to spend more time with her over Christmas Break if I can.

Dream 4-- Master of consciousness

This dream was rather long, but I'm reading a lot of book about consciousness right now. I can't remember most of the dream but it is similar to the dream I had two nights ago where I was writing an essay about consciousness. I was in the audience attending some lecture. Once again, there were people scattered throughout the auditorium. The curtains behind the wooden stage were red and all the chairs were red. I was sitting a little off center to the right, pretty far back. There was a speaker on stage who kept repeating that there were two key rules. The first was "Find and establish your presence" the second was "You have two bodies that dream of each other. You are both and can go back and forth."
I saw these two rules written down in text form on my iPhone "Notes" app, but I don't actually have my iPhone or anything out.

Dream 5-- Apartment Party

I am in this extremely large apartment alone. It's late at night, and I am relatively bored. I'm walking around thinking about what to do and where I am. I am sort of in shock at how nice this place is. There is furniture, various large rooms, and I walk into the bedroom. I call up my parents while I'm in the bedroom, but I don't remember even saying words to them I just remember putting down my phone at the end. I walk toward the front door, and I am in the living room, noticing that the floor is wooden, there is a carpet. On top of it there is a white couch and glass table with a wooden frame, with chairs on either end of the table. Looking past the furniture, I see Max, and another guy. I get relatively confused at first and so I walk towards to them to ask what's going on. As I walk, I look in the kitchen and see about 5-6 people having a good time. One guy has a couple of champagne bottles in his hands, there are a couple hot girls with glasses. They all have their hands up in the air and are shouting. I walk through the crowd and they don't even notice me, and I walk up to Max and ask him what's going on.

Him and his friends are leaning up on this counter to the right of me, and we are talking almost directly in front of the door. At this point, I don't think he told me anything directly about the party, but somehow I kept gathering information that pointed to that conclusion. We talk for a little, but I can't remember the dialogue, I think I got sidetracked from my original point by trying to act nice and not offended that he was taking over my apartment. I walk away from him and look around for a second thinking about everything in my head, then I walk back to him and ask how many people will be there
He walks over to this large chalkboard, crosses off 185, writes 170, and points to it. I notice that the number is written under LLL. I figure LLL is the acronym for the party, like LaLapaLooza, and I think 170 isn't that lage, immediately starting to imagine everybody in the apartment.

As I turn around, I am suddenly walking outside in what seems like the backyard of the apartment. It's this HUGE open area with a pool and grassy fields. There are cement walk ways also. Various scattered people again, doing their own thing. There are guys and girls just hanging out, and a couple of naked girls in the pool. As I look at these girls, suddenly, I am naked, and I have a purple dress in my hands. I decide that I should wear it as I walk back into the apartment to get some clothes. I don't feel nervous or embarrassed or anything actually, I am actually trying to think about what else to wear. As I am walking there is Josh from Drake and Josh to the left of me just staring and laughing. At first I try to ignore him, but I see him following me with his gaze, and I get really angry and look over at him and yell "WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME, LOOK AWAY" and he actually does it! I feel proud of myself, but wake up.

Dream Fragment 6-- Pull out couch

This was a dream from last night that I didn't get to record because of finals.

I am walking into a hotel room, and I approach a couch in the center of the room. There is a black TV to my right and normal blue couch to the left. The carpet is the same color as the couch. I have to move this table out of the way first, which resembles the table of the apartment but is much smaller. As I pull the couch out, there isn't any effort but I still hear the noise that I would habitually make if I were pulling out a heavy couch. As I pull it out I see two wooden sticks come out with the pillow at the end. This is my bed. I go into PassObs just staring at it and the dream ends.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I became lucid almost immediately at the beginning of this dream, or at least at the beginning of what I can remember of this dream. I was in my house, near the front door. The lighting was rather poor, like someone had turned the dimmer switch down a lot. I suddenly had an epiphany that I was dreaming, and shouted, "yes!"

I didn't have as much energy as my usual lucids, probably because I wasn't as aware as usual. Given the lucid/recall dryspell I'd been going through, that wasn't really much of a surprise. I plugged my nose quickly and tried to breathe; I could, so it confirmed the dream. I was about to walk out the door, but first I wanted to fix the lighting. I looked down at the floor - it was made up of big square pieces of medium brown hardwood, and there was no carpet like there should have been. "Dreams do tend to mess things up..." I said.

I looked to the right, now standing almost directly in front of the door, and saw an arcing floor lamp. It was all silver, and had a circular marble-type base. The end of it was shaped like a half circle, which could swivel to direct light. The bulb, just a plain halogen bulb, wasn't on. I looked at it and commanded, "turn on."

Nothing happened.

I didn't want to spend the rest of the time trying to command the bulb to work, so I spoke directly to the dream. "Dream, make the light work."

The bulb turned on in an instant. It didn't affect how bright the room itself was, but the bulb itself glowed just like a normal bulb.

October 4, 2005

I was in a school, not the one I go to but I was supposedly writing insults about the principal. I didn't even know him or what he looked like. So everyone was after me. I quickly ran to the nearest elevator, and usually when you get off an elevator in real life it leads to a hallway. This one went smack-dab right in the middle of the library. It was a pretty big library with a ton of computers. There were people at the desk of every computer there and the principal was after me now. (I don't even know how I knew that) So I crawled under all the desks of the computer until someone spotted me and shouted, "Hey! You're the one who was writing insults about the principal!" Then everyone's head turned and looked at me. I ran to the door to get out but it was locked. Then I woke up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

21:30 GMT+9 – sleep

My biggest fear
On some strange shop (like some Japanese shops I’ve been at) with really attractive cakes and sweets, but I couldn’t really tell if that’s what they were. Then a guy on the shop is taken down a corridor and told there’s a test to him. Behind a big door at the end of the corridor is the scariest thing that has ever haunted his dreams. In his case he says he used to play a game with his friends in which they’d hide and seek and the one seeking the others would incarnate a scary character they’d call the fog-man, a mythical creature that would take away the soul of the one found by him – and then this kid would replace the fog-man in his role. The man said he used to have nightmares with the real fog-man taking his soul. Then the people overseeing this test told this man that whatever he’d find behind that door would be his own mind’s creations and therefore if he was certain of that, they wouldn’t possibly harm him, but if he failed to recognise that... The door opened and out of it came a dense thick fog. He entered and the door was closed.
I also wanted to play. I opened the door and there was still fog but no signs of the man. The fog disappeared. I tried to think about what is that scares me the most and had this vague feeling of something unknown and scary coming out of the darkness and attacking me but before it would materialise I decided I was in the control of my mind and therefore no fear would take over. Then all the fog and light darkness dissipated and I found myself in an empty room with a mirror and a door. I positioned myself in front of the mirror, saw my reflexion. I was dressed in white and yellow and although I looked a bit strange it was still my normal look, no monstrous face or anything of the kind. I’m semi-lucid and I dance a little bit both to increase lucidity and test my image on the mirror. I manage to prolong lucidity but it is still weak in terms of control. Not sure about what to do I decide to summon all of the people I know through the door. Soon I start seeing people from my past, present acquaintances, family, “enemies”. I can’t tell if everyone is there, it would be impossible, but soon they start interacting with me.
I lose lucidity. I am with my aunt India and my friend Zilla. Zilla decides to call my old friend Mara, whom I don’t see since her wedding. Her brother answers the phone. Zilla doesn’t say a word and he gets upset. He hads the phone over to Mara in the hope the person will talk to her. She asks “who’s there?” and I can see both people on each side of the line now. I tell Zilla this is a stupid game and I don’t see the point of it. Mara then thinks she knows who can be and gets very worried. She says “don’t worry, I will come for you. I’ll help you.” Obviously she thought someone in distress was needing her help. I tell Zilla to please stop it and just say something on the phone!
Then I am engulfed by a lot more people I know and there’s this lady, who’s my opponent in my work and hates my guts, among them. When I see her I remember we were both at a same party some past time and we talked to each other when we were so drunk already and our hate transformed into attraction and we had kissed. I was wondering how could we still be mad at each other after that. We had been stripped down from our divergences and connected as human beings, but here we were still as enemies.
Then I’m outside in some big city with skyscrapers and neon lights. I enter a van and someone else is by my side. Zilla is on front seat by the side of the driver. She hands me over a synthesizer she bought but I already have other things on my lap I also bought and she feels angry with my refusal to take up more stuff.
Then on some kind of mall I see a lady doctor famous in my country who is giving an interview about birth and how women should embrace hospital methods instead of this trend of natural child birth at home, cause so much can go wrong and they need medication and blah-blah. I go to her and make a phenomenal speech to counterbalance – not radical, but very well balanced I refute her ideas that seem to approach giving birth as being seriously ill. Then my friend Zilla and others come with a more radical attitude and start making hate speech and mess up everything. I later ask why they did it and they said I sounded to compromising. I told them I had simply used skilful means to pass the message across without conflict. By then I have a group of followers and admirers but among this group there are a few who don’t understand my way of doing things and always create a fuss. I’m on some high room with view over some kind of inner court. People are down there celebrating the result of some football (soccer) game and I comment loudly about the frivolity of such celebration. They get upset. They accuse me of being peaceful and moderate to the outside but quite radical inside and that the radical activists that are around me just reinforce that I am a secret extremist. As I seek to be alone to digest such accusations, these two radical friends of mine follow me and I scream at them to leave me alone, that it is their fault people think such things of me. Walking down a street I encounter another guy that went to school with me. We talk and I conclude the big issue here to be solved is if I am becoming what my father said I would become or the opposite of that. Am I an extremist under disguise or am I really becoming moderate and if so, am I moderate in the sense my father preached (which resembled too much with conformity) or am I moderate due to wisdom and maturity? As I wander through these philosophical matters, I conclude, after all this dream sequence, that my biggest fear of all, is to become like my father or the person my father wants me to be.

03:00 GMT+9

Cat stapled
My cat is showing some discomfort. I cuddle him and find a staple on his belly. I take it off gently. My mom is upset and worried and I search for more. I find lots of staples on his skin. We don’t know how this happened and feel sorry for the poor fellow.

Friends and relationships
I’m in the middle of a crowd who’s watching a movie on an open air cinema. I am by the side of two old girl friends from school and all is fine until it starts raining. At first it’s ok, but my friends start complaining it’s raining too much and open an umbrella. Then not even that is enough and they want to leave. But I’m just fine. The rain is not really wetting me and I say it is just dream rain. Still they leave and I decide to go along. Didn’t go lucid.
Then sitting around a wooden rectangular table with my friends. One is Mara and she says her husband calls her names and I assume he is also violent with her. She asks for advice and I say she needs to get away from him, but she doesn’t want to. Then he also joins the table and I change subject but she says we can go on, that she doesn’t want to make it a secret. My other friend present doesn’t understand this, thinks he’ll get mad and beat her up later but I say maybe she wants to confront him but can’t do it alone, so we should help. He says he likes her, but she didn’t reveal to be the woman of his dreams and so he gets angry sometimes out of frustration. I ask him why doesn’t he simply leave her and go look for that dream woman? I say if my dream guy was Brad Pitt, I would go after him, no matter what and not beat some other guy for not being Brad Pitt. He feels embarrassed by seeing the ridiculous and we laugh together.
Then my boyfriend comes up and he insists on having sex immediately. I don’t think it is appropriate and also I feel like he wants to force me like a punishment for something. He drags me to some room and rips my clothes off but I get really upset with his attitude and I escape from him. Outside I meet this guy who I had a crush for in highschool. I am happy to see him and I follow him. He is climbing some steps to go inside a house. I go to. It’s like an antique shop but with rooms. I lie down on some sofa, my friend who was with me on the wooden table before is here now again and notices my interest in this guy. She says I should go for it right now but I feel bad, I just said no to my boyfriend. Then the guy comes to me and ask if I have some deodorant. I find that question completely dislocated but my friend says he is really into me and wants to be fragrant for me. I feel yuc!

06:00 GMT+9 – wake up

This is my first day when I tried to recognize, I'm in a dream.
I had 3 dreams and I remember 2 of these.

I don't know what happened in the first one but when I woke up I said something like: 'I've bought a ... for my sister.'

The second was a really strange dream. I was in Paris and spoke French. I can't speak French in real life. I was travelling on a train with the mysterious guy I've spoke about. Then I arrived to Budapest, the capital of my country, and my best friend was waiting for me. Then suddenly we got home. I don't know how. Then we got some three wheeled bikes and went for a little trip. As we went home I missed the way home so we got lost. Then we got home. There was a film shotting and... uhh it's soo long and it has got no story. So go on the next.

The third dream. I remember this dream well. There was me, in my room. I was after a shower so I was naked. There were 2 doors in my room not like in the real life. One opens to a corridor, the other to a step. I heard my sister's speaking so i grabbed a towel and try to hide my body. Then she came in with my 2 year old niece. I told her to go out. She send my niece to the corridor and shut the door behind her. Then she wanted to stay. Successfully i send her out. When she shot the door it turned to transparent. I've learned yesterday so I tried to put my hands through the door but when I nearly reached it it turned back to normal. And that was the and of the dream.

I don't know if they have a meaning or not. But I hope I will lucid-dream in the near future.

Have a good night everybody.

PS.: Ohh and sorry for my English I'm Hungarian. Please correct me if I messed something. Thanks.

This night my streak came up from 3 dreams to 6 dreams in a row. Had I taken the time to write them in the middle of the night, they prob would be more detailed.

Dream 1: Phillippe shows me a big garage door in the middle of the school yard. Its a secret door noone can open until a certain class but we manage to open it and see there are chickens inside and also a weapon. Im scared, because I know we could get caught. We promise to not tell anyone.

Dream 2: I am at home with my friends. I explain to them and to my mom about the door. There is a big chunk missing here, and I just cant find it. I think I run in a big busy street, I show a pokewalker to someone and I talk about how the weapon is only for girls. There was also vampires and bats in it at some point, since I remember very well a single image in my head.. All I know is that at the end Julien comes to me when im playing a Mario game (Sunshine?). It is on pause. He picks a controller and I explain him how to run, jump and such. The level is some kind of Bowser level. I jump over electric rays connected through balls.


Dream 3: Now it is time for the famous class in wich they show the chickens. It is very rainy and dark outside. Phil talks to me about how he paid a dealer to open the door. Im like: What?! You paid a dealer?
Our teacher is a big black woman that is similar to Dr Bailey (Grey's Anatomy). Before going inside the school, she looks at me with a suspicious look. Im freaking out. Were busted I tell him. He answers everything is fine, he planned it all. When the class starts, she comes to us and we form a circle around her. She asks Olivier(black), who is apparently with us, how to kill a superhero. He answers correctly and pulls out a color code paper out of his jacket. The teacher takes it and thanks the guy. Then an another dude who is a chicken pro comes in to help Bailey with the chickens. We go open the doors and a ton of chickens rushes out.

The guy talks about how if they stay there too long, they could die. So I help him take the chickens out but he tells me we have to get them IN. I look around and see tons of chickens in cages. Some of them also wear scarfes.

In the dream I appeared as I looked at about age 11 or 12. I was with my mom and dad and we were in our old 1986 Volkswagen Westfalia. We were driving down an urban street that was lined with old Victorian and Edwardian style buildings, as well as many trees. In the dream, this was supposed to be our hometown of London, Ontario, but the areas we travelled through looked nothing like any area of London that I recognize. I don't remember many of the buildings, but one stuck in my memory for some reason. It was a three story bulding made of dark grey bricks and a black tile roof. The front door was a dark red and there were vines growing up the entire front side. This building sat opposite of a three-way intersection and I recall noticing it the first time my parents and I drove past it because my dad had to make a left turn. Though it had a unique and vaguely farmiliar look in my dream, I cannot recognize it as anything I know in waking life.

My parents and I drove out into the country, though it did not look like the country surrounding my hometown (as I know it in waking life, anyway). We drove for a long time and came to a thicket of trees which seemed to have a picnic area in the middle. My dad drove the van towards the picnic tables but the westfalia got stuck in some mud that we had not noticed before. My parents got out of the van and walked towards the picnic tables and it was then that I noticed an old man in a blue uniform. He looked like a thin Captain Highliner. I walked amongst the trees while my parents talked to the captain. I found a little stream and noticed something moving in the water, but my mom called me back to the van before I could get a look at what it was. As we drove out of the grove (and almost got stuck in the mud again) I watched the old man walk towards the little stream with a blank expression on his face. He waded into the stream before the van turned onto the road and I could no longer see him.

We drove for miles again, past farmland and forests. I noticed that we travelled fairly far without seeing a single building. Soon though, my parents spotted group of white houses and they wanted to go check them out. Parking the westfalia behind one of the houses my mom and dad got out of the van and started snooping around. I was afraid of being caught doing something illegal so I stayed in the van. When my parents had not returned for a long time, I got out of the van and went to look for them. From the window of one of the white houses I could see someone looking at me and I was afraid that they were going to call the police on me for tresspassing. I started back to the van but I suddenly heard a group of people laughing and carrying on. Following the noise I came across my mom and dad and some strangers on the front balcony of one of the houses, opening champagne bottles and having some sort of celebration. The old man in the blue uniform was there as well. Apparently it was his house and he had just won it in a sweepstakes or something (and that is why everyone was celebrating?).

My parents had one glass of champagne before returning to the van and heading home. The trip home didn't seem nearly as long as the trip out there, and I don't recall seeing the picnic grove on the way back. When we returned to London, it again was the strange London with all of the Victorian and Edwardian building. When we came to the three-way interesection and my dad turned, I watched the vaguely farmiliar dark grey, three story bulding grow smaller and smaller in the rear view window. When we were some distance away I saw the dark red door swing open, but I woke up before I could see what was behind it.

Morning of June 23, 1998. Tuesday.



I am not sure of the time but the front door to our apartment is rattling as if someone is trying to come in.

I carefully check it out and open our front door. Our (real-life) landlord is there doing something with a ladder in the hallway of the apartment house.

I say, “Oh, it’s you. I thought someone was trying to break in here.”

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A ladder usually represents an autosymbolic precursor for the return to full consciousness, which is something I clearly understood even at four years of age. The hallway setting is mostly incidental but still represents a “conduit” associated with the waking process in a similar manner as an alley.

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Either our landlord or an unknown intruder would still represent RAS personification, which represents the preconscious state. Still, as our landlord, it would suggest that I perceive my emergent consciousness as the “owner” of the dream state (at least to some degree) whereas burglars (or unexpected or unwanted intruders) suggest that I am not non-lucidly controlling my dream to the extent as in this scenario. However, in non-lucid dreams, intruders or imposers are sometimes more assertive and knowledgeable than my temporary dream self, which confirms the (precursory) essence of the conscious mind my dream self lacks and of which the preconscious only has to a limited degree. Being near a doorway also represents being closer to the waking point in many cases (though can also serve as induction into apex lucidity and full awareness and control in the dream state).

Checking a door to see if it is locked in a dream (or an event that implies potential intrusion) is usually RAS (reticular activating system) mediation, sometimes caused by a real environmental noise at the time of the dream and sometimes with preconscious concern over whether it is locked - as I once discovered that our door was indeed unlocked after getting up after a waking start from a similar dream as this one. This is otherwise a common type of waking process autosymbolism, which I label “doorway waking symbolism” (though remember that dreams are not symbolic in the way of popular misconception, and that this refers to the dream state, not waking life, and my dream’s dynamics in real-life context are literal here).

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