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I've been going to bed pretty late at around 1:30-2:30am recently in the holidays, and awaking at about 11:30am. Last night, I attempted to get my sleep routine back to normal as lay ins make me too lazy during the day! I went to bed at 11:30, only to find that I could not sleep at all! Eventually fell asleep at about 1:15am (earlier than usual so whatever ) and awoke at 11am, to the following dream.

I was in my local church, where I used to take part in drama groups. However, the hall I was sat in was actually the hall I used to sit in for assembly at secondary school. I was sat with a group of friends in rows of about 10 on standard plastic school chairs. The lighting was dark, however the stage lights brightened it up to the extent where I couldn't really guess what time of day it was. There were mainly kids on stage. Someone I know, Ryan. E appeared on stage. Most people burst into applause as he was our friend, however Kelly. H, his current girlfriend, strangely started booing him as if they had broken up. She was sat next to Tom. R, her real life ex, as if they were going out again. I think I'd had a few alcoholic beverages, and I had a half pint of beer in my hand, and I started booing Ryan along with Kelly, trying to get other people to join in as if it was really funny. The regulars in the church who I used to do the drama class with started getting upset and annoyed with me. I can't remember what they were saying, but they were all suggesting that I had drank too much, especially considering everyone else was completely sober. My friend Lottie, who is a regular, was getting frustrated with me and seemed embarrassed. I didn't feel like I'd done much wrong, but felt myself blushing. I apologized to everyone for "being a dickhead", explaining that I didn't realize what I was doing was offensive in anyway, but was ever so sorry if I caused offense. Jamie, Lottie's brother, stopped the performance, and started it from the start again, as "Calum was acting like a total tit" . I became angry, frustrated and humiliated by their arrogance, and kept imagining how amazing it would be to just leave the building at the end without saying goodbye to anyone, but remaining absolutely silent for the rest of the performance to spite them. I started to feel better and calm down, and began reading the church menu, which i'm pretty sure doesn't exist. It sold alcohol, cigarettes, and other taxed goods. The cigarettes were tax-free, and it only cost £2 for a pack of twenty! I wanted to tell Tom, who despite being in front of me earlier was now sat to the right of me.

[two fragments not bound together. 1: In my "dream-library" 2. Through a city in November]

1.

I walk in an house. There are three shelves with really old books. They are wrapped in plastic so they don't deteriorate by the finger of the visitors. I'm really interested in old books so I keep searching for a book, that might take my attention.
But there is no book. I'm really disappointed and want to walk to the first floor. But I recall that last time I was here, there were no interesting books either.
So I was really confused what to do next. I was searching for a book which title I couldn't recall.
I went to another room on the ground floor. There were some people working in it. They were installing lamps, electricity and stuff. It looked like it was some kind of renovation work or they were building a new room up.
I saw on the roof that there was an attic door. I want to open it to walk up. But I couldn't it was closed. I took a screwdriver I found nearby and started to loosen the screws. I wanted to open that door so I could look in this secret room locked away.
But the workers get angry.

- Shouldn't you stop this shit and help me with the lamps?

This made me really uncomfortable, so I ran out the room.
I'm back in the room I was before. I look again through the shelves but don't find any. I'm searching and searching, get angry at this stupid bookstore where there are only 3 dozens of books.


This place is familiar to me. Afterwards I could recall, that this is a place which I visit only in my dreams. It's kind of an recurring dream, where the patterns seems identical. Unfortunately I couldn't see that much of it. the dream was a bit blurry on the spots were i directly looked where clear, the stuff around it was blurred.

2.

I'm walking through a town. It looks really familiar, but I don't know exactly where I am. It's night I think, the sky was black, but surprisingly the streets where really bright.
There is suddenly a friend next to me. He's wearing pants, a t'shirt and a jacket. He complains that he is cold. I wanted absolutely to go in somewhere.
Suddenly there are a lot of people around, someone says he should stop complaining.

- I'm sorry he says, but I'm not a viking like him, I can't stand the cold. Hey it's November!

He pointed towards me. I look down and see that I'm wearing really short shorts one would wear to swim (not a swimsuit, but those trousers), sandals, a white t-shirt

Suddenly I drive around in an horse-cab with 4 people. They seem drunk and preoccupied. One of them doesn't seem really absent minded. He's staring like he's blind; The others try to shake him awake but it doesn't work.

Suddenly he starts saying that he's got stuck in the 4 dimension, but can't leave, cause Peter didn't let him.

[really weird lol]

1:30am Fragment: Victorian Loose Woman Getting Drunk

Disclaimer: Both the drinking and the promiscuity is completely out of character for me, but I was not myself, so ...

I was not my self. This was set in the Victorian era. I had the sense that I was a fairly loose woman who had been with many men. in this scene I was in some sort of formal room with two finely dressed gentlemen. We had known each other before, but had lost track of one another, but had recently become reacquainted. One of the gentlemen was pouring vast quantities of alcohol from a bottle into my mouth, and I was drinking it up eagerly. I knew that I was going to have sex with both of them soon after, and I was becoming very aroused in anticipation.

Failed WBTB attempt:
2:15am WBTB intension - plan for next lucid dream: I will go back to sleep in a few minutes. I will remember to realize that I am dreaming. Is this a dream. When I become lucid, I will reality check and focus on my hands to stabilize, then I will get chocolate from my pocket and eat it. I will then turn around, find a door, know the Taj Mahal is on the other side, open the door, and then I will fly to the Taj Mahal or through it and out of it if I find myself in it when I step through the door.
Result: No lucid, just the following fragment.

Another fragment: work database related 6:30am I remember dreaming of a sample database. Also some questioning by my boss of how much it would cost DBAs to check who used the system when, and DBAS responded that it depends on whether the most competent DBA is given the task or the most incompetent that the price will be different.

Second failed WBTB This time all I did was write down the above fragment, and go to bathroom,and will try to WILD in a moment. Result: Couldn't fall asleep for a while but when I did, all I got was the following fragment.

Fragment: if delete something, would help dream? ok this fragment was either confusing computer and mind or using computer as analogy for mind. It suggested that if only I could delete something (don't remember what), is would help with my dreaming effort somehow.

Pretty fragmented dream recall from non-lucid naps, also was lucid for a few seconds at the end.

There was something going on about GTA-like game and in game there were some military characters that were saying something about forever being stuck in military. Later there was cook character that was saying that he's forever stuck being cook and that he had to make 95 cakes per day or something.
After that i went to kitchen but it was apparently restaurant. There was lot of very expensive tableware, partially made of gold. The owner of restaurant suggested me to drink alcoholless champagne and gave me one for free. I drank a bit and got completely and utterly drunk, everything was wavy and i could not even drink properly. I somehow got lucid from that, knowing that i am in dream, but was still drunk, also my pants disappeared( ). Dream faded out shortly as well.

Worth noting that i haven't been ever drunk IWL.

12/14/2012
11:30pm

I am at a party in a large warehouse and people are dancing. It still a pretty big room but small by comparison. There are disco lights and smoke. There are several groups between me and my girlfriend who I see dancing and having a good time. I am extremely tired and because of the setting I started to feel drunk like I haven't been in a long time. Next to me is a really cute girl dancing and she starts to flirt with me. I'm too tired to participate and besides I have a girlfriend. I lean up against the wall. I close my eyes and start to slide down the wall till I am lying on the floor. I didn't want my girlfriend to see me drunk but still was wishing she would come take care of me.

I fall asleep for a bit. When I wake up the lights are out and everyone had gone to sleep where they were. A giant quilt covered the whole room and only the people along the wall could pop their heads out. Most had paired up but nothing sexy had gone on. I wondered why my girlfriend hadn't laid down next to me. Instead, the flirt was next to me and she was playing with my hair and starting to cuddle up. I was way to tired to move and so I let her do her thing. Our legs were touching when I sat up to see where my girlfriend was. I couldn't see here but thought that she was probably one of the lumps under the quilt about 15' away where she had been dancing.

Still exhausted I plop back down to the floor. The flirt plays with my hair some more and then I hear my girlfriends voice saying something along the lines of "WTF...what is going on here.. you letting her..."...I don't have an explanation. I'm to tired to give an explanation. Being as tired as I was would have worked but I was to tired to even think of that. For those few moments my GF was pissed but then she became totally unconcerned.

Apparently she had been loving the huge climbing wall in the next room and was climbing alone while everyone slept. The flirt and I followed her there as she put on fall protection and a hard hat (like I have at work). The climbing wall covered every wall of this part of the warehouse and extended across the ceiling. There was also metal scaffolding and walkways above the middle of the floor.

I felt concerned that my GF had been climbing without someone to watch her. Trying not to sound too bossy I ask her not to climb by herself because it is dangerous. I say something about needing to go home but GF says that we don't exactly have one of these at home and wants to keep climbing. As the dream fades I see more of what is in the warehouse. There is heavy industrial extrusion dies with eye hooks on them. Climbing rope and chains are run though the eye hooks...............Wake up

[Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012]
(No dream recall. That's what happens when you get drunk and stoned before bed. AND stay up too late. Like always, I'll try to nap later around 5-6PM.)
(Gonna try to use 4 dream signs today...)

Last night, I remember nothing. I don't just mean dreams, I mean my general night
I went out with my mates in the woods like antisocial teenagers and we had a lovely bonfired with some beers, was great! Anyway I got really drunk on Scrumpy Jacks and made my way home at about 1am and passed out in my bed. Next thing I know, I wake up in the middle of the night to wetness and nasty smells. Yeh, I pissed the bed. WORST THING that could have happened. I flipped the mattress and would have washed the sheets but was scared of my mum finding out but she hasn't noticed, so I'll just have to put up with a urinated bed for a couple of days

So, last night I had my first ever lucid dream. While I did not anything I wanted to do (not for lack of trying) it was still a pretty trippy experience.

Before I went to bed I had gotten drunk (buzzed, not smashed, but still drunk), and I'm not sure if that actually helped my lucidity, or if it hindered gaining control, or maybe a little of both.
Yesterday was my last day as a sophomore in college, and today was my first day of summer vacation. So, I went to a party last night. I turned 21 five months ago, although including last night I've only been drunk three times in my life.

I also had a job interview at 1 this afternoon. Well, in my dream I "woke up" to discover I had overslept - it was 2 in the afternoon. I start stressing, wondering how I slept through the multiple alarms I had set, which should have had me out of bed no later than 10. I then glance at my clock again, and it's 10:15. Using this to clue me in to the fact I was dreaming, I gain lucidity and attempt to exert some control (and, I'd be a liar if my first attempt at control wasn't to wish a hot celebrity into my bed.. heh). Instead though, everything started spinning and blurring and falling apart, at which point I wake up.

Dream 1

There is a fete. Myself, my girls and my Dad went. It is now time for us to leave so we all have a walk back to my house. On the way home my Dad stumbles because he is drunk and his lower leg comes off! I see that it is a prosthetic limb which I didn't know he had, anyway I laugh as I pick it up and say to my Dad "do you want this?" he also laughs and says "yes just stick it back on" so I do.
We are now home, I'm getting changed and my Dad walks in on me..he then quickly walks back out and shuts the door and he pretends that didn't just happen. I now go into another room and there is a plastic carrier bag on top of the dresser. I look inside the bag and take out 3 bars of chocolate..they are all sticky and melted, I take out 3 other things but can't remember what. I place all the stuff on the side and go downstairs. My Dad is in the kitchen, I go in to him and he sits down at the table and says "your Mom sent the bag of stuff for you" I think to myself "I bet some of that stuff is for my Brother and Sister but screw them!" ((lol))
The kids are all playing in the garden and my Dad is still pissed up and then I wake up.

Dream 2

I'm in high school, I look in my bag for my time-table to see if I'm in the right class but I realise that I haven't got one. I look at the people in my class and think "I don't recognise these lot". There are 2 other classes next to this one so I peek inside them both but I don't feel like I shoul be in either of these other 2 so I go inside the class that I was first at and decide this one must be the right one.
I have my baby pigeon with me because she hasn't been very well. I have a female teacher and this teacher loves my pigeon, the teacher calls out to one of the pupils and says "ring ((whoever)) and tell her she's ok now!" she then starts cuddling my baby pigeon. I say to the teacher "she's really loving" and the teacher replies "they are very loving birds". The teacher now shows me her necklace, it's made out of her dead pigeons beak and has a red diamond at the top of it, there are also what looked like 2 small teeth on the necklace aswell which hung either side of the beak.

On holiday for a few days with the fam, with pretty shoddy recall apart from this first night, where I remembered two:

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2/4/12

I'm going to a rave, but make a stop at my mate's house [though it looked nothing like it]. Once inside the club, I see various friends, old and new, and begin to get drunk. By the end of the night, I'm dancing with a girl I used to know [but in no way find attractive] but in an old fashioned, no-touching way. Any sudden advances I make are quickly parred away, as if it were the 1940s, so I stay back and skank unnecessarily to the jazz music being played. I'm wearing sunglasses at this point, looking like a complete fool, and it doesn't come as a surprise when I think I hear people laughing at me.

It's nearly the end of the night and I'm getting frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement I've been getting, so I spin the girl round to face me in an attempt to bring her in closer. This doesn't work, and instead I get lightly told off. Conceding, I peck her on the lips and leave the club - but not before someone from my old school walks past me with wearing no underwear.

All my friends have left at his point, and the night is coming to an end. I can't remember any of the night, despite not being that drunk, and I realise my mistake at not finding something to drop. I return to my mate's house, but it's empty. I ring my friends to no avail, so go to bed. Suddenly, one of the friends I tried to ring is in the bed next to mine, and starts talking.

What's really interesting is that the room was the same as the one I was staying in that night (on holiday) and on waking up in the morning, I still believed my friend was in the next bed for at least 2 to 3 minutes. A reverse false awakening of sorts.

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I'm in a kitchen of a flat in my uni accommodation with a friend of mine and several random metalheads. We're eating pizza, but not just ANY pizza, this pizza's musical. Each slice corresponds to a section of the song that's playing in the background, and you're restricted to eating only the corresponding slice when it's played.

When everyone leaves, I begin to flirt with a girl I've never met about cheese. I'd love to know what I said specifically, but whatever it was, she was loving it. I go back to her room briefly, and put her block of cheese on her windowsill [no, that's not a euphemism], still flirting strong.

Once I've left, I walk up some stairs to the main part of uni, past a huge crowd of people returning from a football match. My old head of sixth form begins to give a speech on a stage in the middle of the crowd, which soon gets overrun by students in a flash mob. Almost spontaneously, however, some pick up guitars and begin to play together.

Woke up for my lecture this morning, wrote down my dream, fell asleep, woke up again with another dream in mind, realised I had missed most of my lecture, got some more sleep and finally woke up with a third dream - which is a great result compared to my usual 1 per night. My second and third were particularly memorable, so I'm glad I gave myself a lie in
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12/2/12
I'm home from my lifeguarding job [which I was fired from a long time ago] and my house is busy with dozens of random people. I look for my boss's wife to give her something [curry, I think it was]. Later, as I play with my dog, Reggie, he nibbles along my arm, leaving some sort of yellow dye [which I, for some reason, dismiss as normal] . I go to the living room of my house, where my dad and sister watch a rugby match, which a strange man proceeds to parachute onto.
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I'm on a beach in a film, and some guys nearby are annoyingly throwing sand. As I approach them, and the hole they're standing in, they leave. In the hole is a folder full of papers, which I throw away. However, a phone nearby rings and tells me to retrieve the folder, as well as to destroy the hole. Without question I do what I'm told, yet the tide begins to come in fast.

Soon the water is neck-height, and I search around for the folders (of which there are now two) with the help of my mum and sister. As we struggle against the waves we lose a lot of pages, before finally reaching the back wall of the beach. It's then that I realise all of my stuff is underwater, much to my frustration.
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At uni, me and several friends run for a bus to take us to a gig. Once on, everyone takes ages sorting out payment for the bus, making the driver wait, due to high levels of intoxication. Chemical Fires by Tides of Man comes on the bus's speakers [which would be great in real life] and I began to sing along. Very loudly.
http://youtu.be/JEW5gMqhid0
Everyone seems to enjoy watching me drunkenly sing, and sometimes shout, to the rest of the public on the bus. As the chorus is in a 3/4 time signature, a girl begins to waltz with me. At the end of the song I scream the final words and, suddenly worried I'll be kicked off the bus, return to my seat.

Two friends (one from uni, one from school) provide the follow up act: one beatboxes a strange mixture of banjos and club house, while the other dances frantically (and almost dangerously). This act of extreme inebriation is enjoyed immensely by everyone on the bus, until the two performers collapse on top of each other and throw up everywhere

In this dream, I took note of what I remember each time I woke up. Thus it is far more detailed than most other dreams, even though the memories faded pretty quickly.

Watching a video, or maybe being part of one, on Youtube. This Asian girl with long hair was talking about "How not to get kicked in the balls", or rather WHY. However, at the 4 min 26 second mark, she says "how not to get kicked in the budget".

My old bedroom, chart paper at the side, window at the back, cupboard at the right. I see a white poodle trying to get into the video scene. It gets stopped every time, getting mad, but I grab it, apparently unafraid.

The dog tries to enter the scene from a pile of paper, first from the side, and then diagonally. Unsuccessful after the third or fourth time, it runs out the door. Somehow, this dog rather resembles a human character.

In fact, this Dog, or whatever it was, was to be charged with a repeated drunk driving offense. Later, it runs, or rides, up a sheet of white furled paper.

There's an announcement from the blue. Somebody has a love problem. No idea where those details went, but now, they're gone.

A random part of my journal: "consp. causes". No idea what it indicates.

Flashback: March 16, 2009. Security camera video shows terrorists plotting to bomb a concrete pillar, somewhere in southwestern central Ontario. Maybe it was near Alliston, we'll never know.

I'm sitting at the site of a swing, or some-other place. This sandfly, part wasp, part fly, tries to fly into my nose. I ward it off, but at the last minute, it stings me, there is a feeling of spray being injected into me...

I wake up, and go on Dream Views.com. Writing about my dreams, my thoughts are rather clear, the transitions vivid, the meaning intact. Yet soon I realize this is not to be.

Waking up for real this time, it's about 3:45 am. Take some notes, go right back to sleep.

I'm in a music room. Some girl takes my flute, initials AR, and throws it toward the percussion area. It's broken, and I say "FUCK". This flute cost $70, or maybe $430. I'm afraid to tell my dad, because he bought it for me.

Sometime later down the line, there's an engine. Perhaps I'm examining how it works - I don't know.

I'm reading this book about the physics of weather, a possible flashback to my poorly-done presentation about the physics of artificial trees that absorb carbon dioxide. As usual, the book goes into a computer model simulation.

This time, there's talk about global warming not being real. Of course, I strongly disagree with that position. I see Greenland melting, refreezing, melting, refreezing again, rising and sinking above and below the waves. There are vivid colours here: sky blue, navy blue, orange, red, green, tan, yellow-green, yellow with a tinge of green, and brown. Near the Gulf Stream area, enveloping both Greenland and Iceland, a supervolcano destroys the land there in a big oval fashion. Iceland is first to melt, its people unaware, or possibly no people there at all. It's a Supervolcano, much like the Siberian Traps during the Permian-Triassic extinction era.

I wake up. It's 6:45.

There's a vivid drawing of some sort, the details now gone. Examining currency, bills, coins and American $1 bills. They're everywhere.

At my house, time is frozen, and my mom is here. Suddenly, somebody knocks on the door, and gives her two white pills that smell very industrial. She takes them, and weird effects happen. We try to lower the dose, so that days two to five will require one pill a day only. No idea what it's for. She bikes outside, and I see some guy skateboarding outside my window, and they go down the street and it's a sunny day.

Talking to my teacher now about French. Apparently one of the old teachers came back, and nothing happens. Or rather, there is not much to talk about, or maybe, there is.

Waking up again, and it's 8:20.

At some kind of zoo, or maybe it's a video game facade. I'm on the side of the lizards, but there are also mammals, lions and penguins. For some reason, the lizards decide to hide out on the near-vertical wall, bathing, possibly reminiscent of the sphenodontians, the last remaining species being the tuatara of New Zealand. Am I responsible? 30-40 % go extinct in a few hours. A travesty.

Later, some kind of land mammal, forget the name. Every day, the lions jump over them, and a few of them get injured and die. We try closing the door, we try negotiating with Atlan, and nothing happens. Later, we storm the beach, and head outside. Success.

I'm here at a beach party, outside now, warm weather. I ask this girl whether she's still interested in going to prom with me in a few months. Yet I get completely tongue-tied, and she ditches me, preferring instead to go with somebody else. Maybe those promises weren't meant to be kept that long. For a year.

Waking up again, but forget to check the time. Guessing it's around 9:30.

Something happens prior, no recollection. An old acquaintance of mine is standing in front of me, making me read some stuff that I find objectionable. Yet I read another text, this time in faux Greek, meaning the letters are greek, but the words English. I read this with no difficulty. Yet I leave out a compound word. The text turns out then, to be about spicy food. Oh no!

Wake up for the final time now - it's 11:00 am. This dream had had at least twenty-five parts, none equal.

dreams were not as clear as the previous day's. also what is it with cartoon characters in my dreams??

6:50am: something to do with My Little Pony. the planet that the ponies lives on is shaped like a donut?? Twilight Sparkle travels to the hole in the world and jumps through in order to explore the other side of the planet. Princess Celestia flies after her in an attempt to stop her.

?am: i appeared at the very top floor of a skyscraper, which housed a high-end restaurant/bar. i was almost paralyzed with fear from the extreme height. Æon Flux (cartoon version) rode the elevator to meet me because i guess we were going on a date or something? she was wearing normal clothes and seemed to have planned this date to be here knowing that it would make me uncomfortable. i was getting dizzy from looking out the massive windows, which took up almost the entire wall, so i asked Æon to switch seats with me. after this i ordered absinthe and proceeded to get so drunk i fell asleep mid-date. when i awoke and remembered that i needed to pay, i realized that my wallet wasn't in my purse. Æon ended up paying for my drink before we left.

01/16/12

Driving Drunk
I am driving down an isolated street in the middle of nowhere at night. There are two other people in the car with me, and we are all drinking. (Drinking and driving? I don't even like to drink!) I am drinking a beer and laughing and telling bad jokes that I don't remember now. I feel drunk. I drink more of my beer and I see flashing lights in the review mirror. Great… cops… now I'm in trouble. I think I'll pull over, but instead I get the idea I can turn off the road somewhere up ahead and kill the lights so the cops will fly right by me. I speed up to put distance between the cop and me. I start going very fast and I am not able to make the sharp turn that's coming up ahead. Instead the car breaks through the guard rail and flies out into space… there is apparently a cliff beside the road. But the car isn't going down… it is continuing to fly… or am I just too drunk to know we're crashing?

Just a dream fragment: boss sent me a message saying that the reason my project failed was because of me

Note: went to bed very drunk, guessing that affects recall

Edit: Later remembered another dream fragment involved meeting Bill Hicks. I asked if he knew he was dead. Non-lucid, hoping more of this will be remembered later.