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Original journal entry dated July 7th, 2002:

A lot of people, including me, were going to this one medieval fair thing, and we all had to dress up and stuff. It was really more like a medieval fantasy deal so I was dressed up as a wizard, or something. Anyway, there was the outer fair, which was free, and then the inner fair with all of the special events was behind a wall, and you had to pay a lot of money to get in. I had a sort of miniquest thing where I had to collect various issues of Dragonball, except that I kept getting the same issue over and over again, and it was very frustrating. There was this mad scientist type guy who lived in a tower and he had an issue I really needed, but in return for giving me the issue I had to live there forever. So I figured I'd take the issue, and then run away. Then S__ and everybody else wanted to go to the inner fair and left me behind because I didn't want to pay that much money. A group of people and I tried to sneak in by crawling along the rooftops to get over the wall, but for some reason the old principal from Highschool was chasing us, and we had to get down and hide. So finally, I gave in and bought a ticket, although the real reason for it was sort of different, because in my dream I had this boyfriend (and hell if I remember what he looked like, it was just one of those things that you know when you're in a dream) and I knew this one other girl was after him, and it sort of pissed me off. I got into the fair and she was hanging all over him, and I got mad at another friend of mine for not doing anything about it since he was supposed to be my friend and look out for me. Then the dream sort of shifted and I had to enroll in a school there, and in order to do that I had to get the old crazy scientist guy's signature. So I got it and went to the highschool and tried to enroll but it turned out that I had to go and get the principal's signature too and fill out a form to enroll, and he had the forms, and his office was in the fair, and it was too late to go there because it was closed. But I was allowed to go to all of the classrooms and decide which classes I wanted to take. I went to the language class because a language class was required, except they didn't have spanish, they only had japanese, and I didn't know anything and didn't have a text book. And then I did something wrong I think, and the teacher made me stay after class and said I couldn't leave the classroom until she told me to. For some reason it was then that I realized that I was not wearing any pants at all, but merely had my Star Wars comforter wrapped around the lower portion of my body, and I thought about how silly I must have looked and how drafty it was. In any case, the teacher had to leave to do something, and I got bored and left the classroom anyway because I wasn't supposed to, and some kids started bullying me and took my backpack, so I got mad and beat them up. Then one of the other teachers came along and I got in a lot of trouble, but everything was cleared up and they let me go. I was waiting for my ride, but didn't see the car anywhere, and then wondered if my ride really WAS there but I didn't recognize the car...

...then, for some reason, I was at my grandmother's house. Except it was more like a church, and had pews, but they were all lined up in front of a fireplace. We were supposed to be singing hymns and she got mad at me because I kept interrupting. Then she made everybody move and rearrange themselves on the pews, and I got in trouble for goofing off because I was playing with a raisin.

Original journal entry dated Feb. 22, 2002:

Ok, to begin with, I had a nightmare (what's new?) that I lived all alone in a weird dorm with a basement that had creepy stuff in it. I had a cat, too, but wasn't supposed to. It was a very sweet cat. It was like Abby, only gray.
Then my dream shifted, and I dreamt I was a grandmother. We had packed our two grandchildren (both boys) up into the car when I noticed that one of them looked sort of funny. As in, you know. Headless. So, naturally, I started shrieking at the top of my lungs until my husband came over and showed me he was ok. Apparently, I'd been mistaken (about him being, like, headless). Then I looked over and the OTHER one was missing the same vital part of his anatomy. So, again, I flipped out. At the end of the dream, it turned out that I'd been hallucinating... not that this was much comfort.

The worst part about the nightmare was that I'd wake up, look around, check what time it was, then go to sleep and resume the same horrible dream. This continued from about 7 a.m. until 9:30.

[COLOR="#800080"]This is one of the coolest dream I ever had, So I might as well type it down just in case I forget it.[/COLOR]

[SIZE=3][COLOR="#800080"]I'm in my apartment with my family and I suddenly have a heart attack(That was so damn random). I die and leave my body into this grey shadow.I look at my body laying on the ground in horror. I see my dad and my sister in those shadows so I realize they died too. I find out that my godmother died too so I started crying because she was one of the persons I always believed in, told all of my secrets and I also got very good advice from her. I cry desperately and I ask my mom when she will come to us because I wanted to be together with her, she said she couldn't come only in 20 years when she'll be old enough to die. I cry and get really depressed.I try to posses my own body and realize it's working.I get back to my shadow form(Whenever I switched from shadow to human form I felt like a jolt in my upper body) and I tell mom that there's no hell or heaven and that I was right when I told her that god doesn't exist(Last night I had a conversation with her about the existence of god and she refused to even think about it). I ask someone if I'm able to walk while possesing the body, I get no answer but I try to do it and it works.I then think about visiting my grandmother and my grandfather. I go into my grandmother's room and I look around when I notice some shadows and I ask them about my grandmother and grandfather.One of them says that they are busy and they will come later but I keep insisting on meeting because I really wanted to spend time with them.My grandmother appears and she seems like she doesn't want me to talk with her, she just tells me she's busy and smiles. I put her in a.... pokeball.... and throw her on the ground. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#800080"]Dreamt I was coming home from high-school when I suddenly see my grandmother laying on the bench from the front of our apartment complex. I look at her confused : [COLOR="#008080"]What is she doing there? She's dead, It's a dream! I did RC and noticed 5 fingers at my left hand and 7 at my right hand. I for some reason didn't wanted to be lucid so I kept banging on glasses and yelling : I want to wake up! I calmed down and walked a bit when I saw a car and remembered to stabilize. The dream becomes really clear and I see a girl with a bicycle and I sit on her front wheel and I let her lead me somewhere random. I jumped away and thought that I should spend a bit of time with my grandmother. I went to her and I kept asking her a lot of stuff I don't remember, she doesn't respond but smile. I saw a box of my grandmother's favorite foods on some nearby stairs. I ran to it and frantically look through it to find some chocolate. I found it and ran to her to feed her it but the dream ends.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

I can't remember what was going on before I became lucid, but just before it happened I had run into this restaurant. I yelled something at the man behind the counter, then went into a back room. It was here that I realized that my perspective of things in the dream (POV) was "off" compared to reality (similar to first person in a video game; it's just not quite right). After this, I looked around and tried to bring my tulpa, Thel, into the room. I wasn't able to do it though, but I was able to hear him talking to me.

I continued to try to look for him, and kept attempting to bring him into the dream. I went through a second doorway into a large hall that wound around in a circle. There were various swords and Japanese armor hung up along the walls. At some point while walking along this hall I lost my lucidity.

The next part I remember took place at my dad's house. I got in an argument with my grandmother over my being an atheist. The argument went on for a quite a while, and then the doorbell rang. These people filed in holding various asian foods. They said they were from Taiwan, and had come to take me on a trip there. One of the people went into my dad's bedroom, where our dog was taking a nap. I came in to see the dog growling threateningly at the man, and I slowly tried to calm him down and get the man out of the room before my dog attacked.

Date: October 15, 2013
Method: MILD WBTB
Total Sleep Time: 7 (ish) hours

Dream 1
I was at the beach with my nieces and my kids (back when they were babies). My grandmother (who is deceased and never met my children in RL) was there also. We were just enjoying each other fishing and playing on the beach. Then my grandmother decided to take all the kids with her so she can by them some new clothes.

Dream 2
I was with a man and he was washing and styling my hair...I looked beautiful! He had an amazing talent in hair styling..almost magical and I wish I could find this person in RL to do my hair .

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]I was in the front of my apartment complex when I see a tall thing(Whatever it was) And there were things written on it with the color green.After this,I see a group of boys walking down the street with Pewdiepie in the middle of them(The people were kind of nerds,some of them were holding laptops) and I run to them but then I stop and wave and people looked at me like I was doing something weird and then guys were looking behind at me,one of them turned their head away but the other one kept staring.The dream skips in a place with red tubes and nets. We were about to play tag. Pewdiepie just stayed there and watched everything.I asked who is the one that needs to tag,A guy said that it was me. People kept saying I suck at this game and I kept laughing and tagged a lot of people.The dream skips in my godmother's house :| . I was there playing on the computer with PewDiePie.He keeps saying I'm beautiful and I kept saying he's beautiful too,he then tolds me that I look like one of his favorite characters from a game.[/COLOR]

Dream fragment: [COLOR="#800080"]I was in a place I dreamt of before and I gave my sister as a gift(Because it was her birthday somehow) some ski boots.[/COLOR]

Dream fragment : [COLOR="#800080"]I remember something about my grandmother.[/COLOR]

Another dream fragment: [COLOR="#800080"]I cried uncontrollably for some reason I don't know(More like happiness than sadness though)[/COLOR]

This is obviously a very small dream...But I'll still write it because yes.

[COLOR="#800080"]I was in my room(It was night outside) and the window was open.Me and my sister played some kind of game.I go check in the hall for some kind of monsters but then realize there is nothing.I try to call my mom but she doesn't respond to her cellphone and there are some kind of green things on the telephone.Then I ask my sister to call her,instead,she goes in the hall and checks for monsters and she comes back inside laughing saying : I saw a shadow. I desperately try to call my mother but when I type her number I hear a scream in the telephone. I ran to the couch and jumped on it and there is my grandmother asking me to call her again.I say no and I start to yell at her. [/COLOR]

That's pretty much it :|

1: A small fragment at my friends house. 2: A dream about getting drunk at a party in a big house. 3: A dream about weed, a trumpet bong and a homeless dealer. 4: A dream about me working in a mobile library.

• I am with two good old teenage friends of mine. The dream is not about back then, when we were younger, but we are as we are today. The front door of my friends house reminds me of an apartment that we had lived in earlier in my childhood. It is very neat and clean inside. We have a big hangover and we talk about the previous night, where we drank a lot of alcohol. One of my friends talks about how much money he spend that night.
  
  The house was purely dream fiction, but it had some interesting familiar features. We often used to hang out together on hangover days back in my teenage days.
  
  
• I drive a big black car. It feels new and comfortable, some good old friends are with me and some other friends follow us in the little blue car of my grandmother. We drive down a small curvy road through a forest.
  
  There is a parking area down in the valley and I decide to stop, because we are looking for a nice place to rest and to do our barbecue and camping, we have everything we need in the trunks of the cars.
  
  My friends from my grandmothers car seem upset, they say this is not a nice place to stay, they want to go further. But one of them had spotted a big party as we were driving on the hill, so we decide to leave the cars for now and take a look. So we walk upwards again on the small curvy road through the forest, where we came from. The walk is about 1 km and we take our time, we are not in a hurry at all, it feels like we all have summer holidays and this is our big vacation together or something like that.
  
  We finally get there and there is indeed a big house with music and a lot of people. Somehow they are of course strangers, but it feels like we are all friends and we are definitely welcome at the party. We start drinking a lot of alcohol, the party is held throughout the whole house including the second floor and the garden, there are people everywhere.
  
  At a later point we are all drunk and I gather my friends to tell them that I need to go down to the cars to get something. None of them wants to join me, they laugh and are clearly drunk and so am I. I think 'f*** it, I'll just go by myself'.
  
  I try to figure out where we came from, so I walk around the house. I almost choose a wrong path, which leads to some fields with high grass. Suddenly I remember it, and I turn around and walk across the street and towards the small curvy road through the forest that leads to the cars in the valley. As I'm walking, I think that time moves so fast when I am that drunk, while it is slowed down, when using weed.
  
  The big black car was cool. The dream had a nice summer holiday feeling with the good company of friends instead of the everyday worries. It is astonishing how well dreams can simulate the state of being drunk or being high. Also, I find it interesting how socially active I am in my dreams, like I was some years ago. Nowadays I choose to be socially more isolated, not that I don't like people, I still love them, but I am just rather by myself at my current stage. My dreams do certainly not reflect that.
  
  
• I am with a group of 10 people around my age. They are a mixture of friends and acquaintances. It is early in the evening and we walk and relax together. We gather on a playground and just hang out and talk.
  
  I have a black friend and we go and sit on a bench at a bus stop. He pulls out his bong, which I know he had for a long time and that he uses it quite regularly. I listen to the familiar sound, as he uses it and at that moment I think to myself, 'funny that I don't smoke anymore, it's been a long time already'.
  
  As I watch him with his bong, it occurs to me that it looks like an old trumpet. He must have somehow build a bong from a trumpet and some dark glass. It looks nice and stable, though. I ask if he cleans it every now and then, because I imagine it must be very hard to clean that thing, it is so unique. I get no response, he just smiles. I find it is a delightful sight and sound to just watch him handling it. And yet I find that I have no urge to start smoking again whatsoever. I am allowed to inspect the trumpet-glass-bong closer. I suck on it (without weed, just for the feel and sound) and I immediately get some water in my mouth, I spit it out and give him back his trumpet bong.
  
  There is a man coming to the playground, he looks old and homeless. The group of friends and acquaintances gather around him and he pulls out a big zip lock bag filled with marijuana. He starts selling nice, green and round buds to everyone. I think, 'wow, what an intelligent disguise for a dealer. A homeless looking old man with a bag of weed, which I estimate to be worth some thousand euros. He is not old and poor, he is smart!'.
  
  I know that I have money in my purse, so I take it out and look at two 5-euro notes. Another close friend of mine takes out 10 euro as well and we decide to buy something, just because it has been so long time since and because we can. We go after the old dealing guy, who is about to leave the playground.
  
  This is MJ calling for me once again. I had many dreams about cannabis when I stopped using it completely more than a month ago, this dream is like the final residue of that. I never had a close black friend, but in my dreams I often do.
  
  
• I am on my walk home. It is daytime in a residential area, but it is totally quiet. Then there is this big bus stopping at every corner and honking and calling for the people living there, but no one ever responds. It is the bookmobile trying to get peoples attention.
  
  I think to myself that I can maybe get a ride home or I could even ask for a job. So I speak to the driver, and surely, I may join. So I walk around in the back of the bus, which is filled with books and neat little reading corners, the mobile library has two floors.
  
  We drive around in the neighborhood and the driver calls the people by their family names, apparently he knows them all. No one ever gets on the bus, which I think is sad, because people don't realize what a great thing they are missing out on. I decide that I will just make the best of my situation and find some interesting books to read, while I'm 'working' here. I am excited, because there is so much variety to choose from.
  
  The bus drives into a grocery store and parks between the shelves filled with canned food. It starts to fold out and to transform into a temporary stationary library section of the grocery store. The shelves start moving as well to make space for the transforming bus. The process does not seem random at all, but very well planned and well-orchestrated.
  
  The driver takes out 10 waffle irons and tells me that I have to make waffles for everyone who visits our mobile library, there should be people coming soon. I am overwhelmed with the whole situation and I find it weird. But on the other hand it is a creative idea, I think. So I begin thinking about how to manage that task. Shouldn't be that hard, I think, there should be cooking books among the books and there should be all the groceries I need somewhere in the store.
  
  A nice, creative surprise by my subconscious.

In my dream my mother and stepfather came to visit me at the university campus (in reality I graduated from college more than a decade and a half ago).

I was parking the car in the parking garage of the hotel on the college campus (there really is a hotel there). I did a very poor parking job.

I spoke with the parking attendant or security guy about threat to life of a professor of mine. The professor dismissed it, but I believed there had been two assassination attempt on him already. The guy I was talking to said he would look into it.

My grandmother could not come for health reasons (in reality she is no longer alive), Christmas was coming - I wondered whether I could instead make a brief visit to here (in Poland) but I was worried because I have a cold and might pass it on to her.

My mom had brought a puzzle that required one to find a clue in a library on other side of campus (the layout of campus was completely different from my university's campus, and so was the library). It was like a scavanger hunt. We walked through the cold campus (it was winter in the dream.)

The puzzle / scavanger hunt led one to constructing a paper or cardboard box with art design. I was disappointed, and I let my mother know that this kind of thing did not interest me, that we could have skipped the step of actually going on this scavanger hunt and could have just read about it. My mom was disappointed that I was disappointed.

In reality it is true that my mother and stepfather are coming to visit soon. I am no longer in college, not since over a decade and a half ago. My grandmother is dead. There are no assassination attempts of course. It is not winter / Christmas. I do however usually do a poor job parking my car.

Notice my dream signs: car, my mother, college.

3 dreams and one fragment. The first is about a getaway from a threatening situation or people, the 2nd one is the fragment, it is about motocross in a forest. There is much more to it, but I can't recall more details. The 3rd entry is a pleasant dream about flirting with a married woman (I forgive myself, she is beautiful). The 4th is about coming home:

• I am together with my brother. We run away from something or someone, it is a threatening situation and I run for my life, I am very fearful. We are in the ground floor of a building with narrow corridors and white walls. I have the impression that my brother is not really aware of the danger of the situation, so I yell at him to convince him to move faster and to follow me.
  
  We come to an elevator, 2 or 3 people are waiting for it and I decide to move upstairs as well, as it seems to be the only way to go. But there is no time to wait I think, so I chose a narrow circular stair to the right of the elevator and run upwards, while again reminding my brother that we have no time to rest, or 'they/it' may get us.
  
  I tell him 'don't worry about grandmother, she will be alright as she has always been. She has lived most of her days happily, just leave her behind and let her go'. As I say that I feel that I myself also have trouble leaving her behind and letting her go, but I force myself to do that and to continue running, so that I am a good example for my brother to follow.
  
  On the second floor we climb out of the window and slide down a slanted roof. I think it's fun to slide down here, but then the fear of the people/thing following us takes over again. We land in the garden of the house, where I find an air pump. I pick it up, just in case I could use it as a weapon. We encounter a gardener, who is raking leaves. He says something, but I don't trust him, he might be part of the complot (after all, I didn't even know exactly what we were running away from). I consider piking up a rake lying next to me and just beat the gardener to the ground, but then I decide it's best to just leave. We walk out of the garden and the fear wears off.
  
  I don't know what I was afraid of and running away from. But I was scared, that is for sure. I don't know what the passage with our grandmother means. I rarely experience fear in dreams, but I appreciate it afterwards, when I do, because it makes the dream very vivid and detailed, as the fear forces me to be completely in the moment or situation.
  
  
• I am riding a motocross bike on small forest paths. There is dense vegetation and small hills. The bike is light, but strong, so that it easily rides on almost any terrain. I ride in a group with some other people, I have a lot of fun.
  
  I find myself on a broad road between some fields, riding the bike. I have lost the group, which makes me sad and I try to find them again. I ask some hikers to help me, they direct me to a small house in the forest and they claim that this is a sort of meeting point for hikers and bikers. So I go there and I am happy to meet 2 people from the group to rejoin. We go into the small house to rest a bit and maybe to find some others.
  
  I know there is more content in this dream, but this fragment is all I can recall. The forest paths were beautiful and the bikes were really cool, I had a lot of fun.
  
  
• I have a conversation with a beautiful, young, blond woman. We are on a small hill under some big and wide trees, the scenery is very calm and relaxing. We are with some people we both know, but I only talk to her.
  
  We are in a bus, I sit in the back end of the bus at the left window, the blond woman is in the seat in front of me, but she has turned around to talk to me. She has a cute face and short blond curls, I think I am in love with her. But somehow I also know that she is married, so I am not sure how to behave. I decide to ignore the beautiful landscape outside the window and to look beyond my morals and doubts straight into her eyes. As I force myself to do that, I find that it is not at all uncomfortable, but rather it is the most natural and pleasant thing to just rest my eyes in hers. Suddenly my fears of being hurt and my doubts about the moral situation seem ridiculous and I give her my undivided attention. Wow she is beautiful, I think, while she talks (I'm not really listening ).
  
  I want everything about her, now, there is no doubt. I sense that she feels the same way, but that we both are unsure how to express that. We walk along the ocean between a forest to the right and a beach to the left. She takes my hand and we just walk, saying nothing. I think, wow, I almost forgot how good this feels!
  
  I had several dreams about cute, blond women recently, but I don't know how to relate that to my waking life or why or where it comes from. I guess I have just been single for a while and maybe I am just ready for someone new? In any case it was a nice experience, I am certainly open for more dreams with her
  
  
• I am in a residential area and I walk on small paths between tall houses. A boy, who looks Korean/Chinese, walks past me. He makes some clicking noises behind me and as I turn around, he suddenly has a bike and he rides away. I wonder where the hell did he pull that bike out? But then I just move on. I decide to turn around and go to my mothers place.
  
  The apartment door of my mothers place looks a lot like the door of my room I think, as I stand in front of it. There is light and noises coming from the workroom, so I figure that my stepfather is at home. There is no door handle, though. So I investigate the door further and I find out that it is opened by a little light switch. I am now inside the apartment in the hallway, but all doors are closed. I know that everyone is at home, because I can somehow sense their presence, but I don't want to draw attention to myself yet, so I go into the kitchen. There are 3 burned pizzas in the oven and the oven door is open. I sit down and enjoy the calmness, peace and idyll of the situation. Smells and feels like being home and everything is alright as it is.
  
  The bike coming out of nothing should have made me more curious or even lucid, because I noticed it in great details and even wondered about it. But somehow I just went on with my walk. The apartment is not the real one, but purely dream fiction. It was a pleasant dream nevertheless, it had the comforting feeling of being home.

There are some deep (And "Above") Ones here this morning. I do hope you accept them as what they are, For that is what I posted them for.

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Earliest dream I recall now:

I went into the kitchen of my house and the gas stove was on quite heavily, Blowing flames out the front and I didn't turn it off but scooted past it so I'd not be burned. The water-boiling kettle may have been on too. I then went into the basement and my Father said something about a support to the building or that it was removed. Part of the floor had fallen through into the basement and there were no stairs to the second floor in the hallway now; There was a way to get into the first-floor hallway from the basement as well as the second floor, Though. I went to the second floor and there was no stairway to the third floor so my workshops were inaccessible along with the heavy tools.

Notes:

The basement seemed bigger than it is in waking life.

The house as a whole was still standing but it desperately needed repaired.

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Second dream:

I do hope this is OK to post here. I was on a **** site, Sitting at my computer with the curtain open and a thought which was "Perhaps I should close the curtain" came up and I was about to M--------e with a sock - I seriously did not realize I was asleep, Things seemed so real - And then I thought "God said none of that!" And I woke up. (This is the turning point.)

Then, I fell back asleep and the third "Dream" Happened. I'm not so convinced it's actually a dream now.

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So, I was in the "Office" room (On the second floor) and my car was there along with my dog. Later, I went into the hallway and my dog was there too, Laying on a box that may have had CDs in it. We went downstairs and my grandmother was in the kitchen - She died in late June 2012, For you readers who weren't aware - And she asked if I missed her and I said yes then she started talking to me about some things and they're not all recalled now. My Father was also in the kitchen but in hindsight he may have looked younger in the dream. My Mother was also there in the dining room at first (Which was not as clean as it could become - It was cluttered.) and Grandmother said something about Mother's van windshield fogging up and also of "Bad Bacteria" and things that look like food which are actually people. For some reason I then saw hot dogs and not sausages. She turned into my mother later and I think talked some more and I saw some deep green bananas on the kitchen counter and one had a "Medicinal" Sticker on it.

My dog was in the kitchen too and at this point I must admit I was somewhat "Lucid" Yet somewhat not "Lucid". It was as if my vision was not fogged up so much and I could see but I didn't go and start "Controlling the world around me".

Anyway, I went outside or was outside and there was a tall fence around the house. I wonder if I put it there? Anyway, I looked out around and I saw green plants and plains in a lot of places around the house and I said, "There's green everywhere!". As I looked around, I noticed that the house of my next-door-neighbor wasn't there and I was rather sad about that and I looked off into the distance but I don't think another neighbor was there either - And he goes to the same local Church that I've attended, I note - Then, I saw the equivalent of the main road that goes through the town I live in. Some people were going around in white clothes and I thought I'd wave to them and did but I don't think anyone saw me.

Then, I saw a little kid - He may have been about four or five - Standing on the fence in a corner and I thought I'd talk to him. I don't think I did but then a lot of other kids started climbing over the fence and onto it from both sides of it and I looked to see if I could recognize anyone that I recalled off the top of my head, But I didn't. Then, I was a bit confused as someone stuck my fingers in her mouth - And somewhere at about this point, A short-haired girl talked to me and I also looked towards the house and saw some people by a door, One who was sitting - And I don't know where I got a hat from but apparently someone took it off me. I then got off the fence and on the ground and someone took off a sandal I was wearing and my foot may have touched the dead leaves on the ground and I woke up.

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Notes:

- Have you ever woken up and felt as if your vision was cloudy compared to how it was in a dream? I have, And this last dream is similar. With what my Grandmother told me in mind, Possessions also have people's hands tied in with them so how many people do you have "Invited in your room" Now through connections with stuff?

- And years ago I thought that the whole "Heaven and Hell" Thing has something to do with dreams. And, Even in July of last year after my Grandmother had died I'd been having dreams of her and was surprised and relieved that she wasn't dead.

- I changed the title from "My house is a wreck" to "My house was a wreck" on December 14 2013

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

Mojang Interview:
So i'm at this gaming convention or something. There's a lot of people there. Mojang ( the guys who made minecraft) are there. Notch steps up on this stage and is saying something or doing something. I get called up to demonstrate something. I get up there and do good for like a minute, then i get stuck in some sort of application on this device. I can't figure out how to close the darn thing. So i'm up there on the stage and everyone is looking at me as i cycle through various windows looking for the close button.

Either way, notch i guess gets mad and tells me to get off stage. So i walk off and into this room. The room has another door that exits at the back of the crowd. I walk through and see some people. I might have done some other things but i can't remember. I get out, and i see some friends at the back of the crowd. I talk to them and then go to the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet and theres this slab of wood in front of my attached to the ceiling. I wonder what the heck it's for. So i pull it down and it becomes like a screen. Neat!.

Enemy Objectives:
My grandmother is having some sort of party so i get dragged over to her house unwillingly by my brother or something. As i get there, it's fun and all, but i sense a deeper plot going on. In this dream, i'm playing like a spy or something. Either way, someone is killed i think and everyone gathers in a ring to collect evidence and find out what happened. I know something but i lie and don't say anything. After that, i walk into the deeper parts of their house, i meet some people.

One person is at a desk, i really want them to move so i can search through the papers and what not. They eventually move and i start searching. Nothing of interest. Eventually, this lady gives me a quest to assassinate some one. I take it. I get in my mech and i'm now on my farm. I'm fighting this other person, but i'm not doing so good so i call for backup. My backup arrives but his mech is flooding with water.

One dream about my brothers from when they were smaller (~3 years ago maybe) and one fragment about DV after WBTB:

• I am at my grandmother's house, sitting at the kitchen table. I haven't been around in a long while, possibly the longest while since I moved out from home. So I have this feeling that I am a rare and honored guest.
  
  The father side of my family (father, his wife and my small (half-)siblings) is coming for a visit, as they often do. They all go into the basement to look for me, except my two youngest brothers. I walk along the hall with the familiar tiles. I say hi to them, they look small and sweet, my grandmother sits on a couch right next to them. They don't look at me and act a bit shy, but I know this will pass quickly. It's been a while after all, I think.
  
  I carry the youngest to the big glass slide door leading to the terrace and I can see his reflection in the glass. His arms are soft and still a bit baby-like. He is wearing a sweater with black and white stripes, but no pants. I ask 'how old are you now?', while I'm guessing he is probably 2 right now. Suddenly my other brother (1 1/2 years younger than me) is there and he has to laugh at the whole situation. I ask him 'do you remember when we were so small?' and by thinking about that, I also have to laugh.
  
  Beautiful dream, thank you. Nothing odd or overwhelming, just natural. Vivid in tactile and visual experience. Definitely memorable for me personally.
  
  
• I dream about the DV-forum. There is so much to read. So much information from various sources. I browse the sections I find interesting or entertaining.
  
  The posts are somehow transferred live. I get the messages directly (by reading and telepathically), while they are written and created. I can literally watch a thread or a post while it is being formed. Some contributions are rather redundant, but others are interesting; there is a great variety. I stick to the messages of the members I trust.
  
  Can't remember any particular people, but I would not name names if I could anyways .
  
  Somehow they telepathically try to explain the mechanism of the forum. They show how posts and threads are formed around topics and they explain the best way to pose a question. They try to connect them with each other in the way it makes the most sense. They manually draw lines between posts and topics and they tie them together with bands. So there is a big and interconnected web of meaning and syntax forming in front of me.
  
  This came after WBTB. I know this is a small fragment of a big dream, but this is all I can recall from it. This fragment is the result of me reading a lot on DV the previous day. I like how my subconscious processes my daily actions and hands it back to me in a neat little picture story.

Date: May 30, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (attempted DILD)
Sleep Time: bedtime @ 1:00am WBTB @ 6:00am for 5-10 minutes, then back to sleep Awake @ 10:00am

Dream #1
I was planning on putting on a play for my mother with some people (?). We were moving several props to the center so people would be able to see them from a distance. These props included items that belongs in a kitchen and a living room (I guess like furniture). No matter were we moved these props, there seemed to be a problem and we never could get this issue quite right. After some time of moving things around, my mother had passed away in this dream (by the way...my mother is alive) and my father and grandmother had built the most beautiful skyscraper in her memory. It was so tall, the tip of the building was covered by the clouds. The skyscraper was made of pure gold with reflective mirrors all over it. The gold shined brighter than the sun itself. As the building glistened in the sun, it almost look transparent. It's beauty was absolutely awesome!

Dream #2
I needed a ride and I didn't know where I was. It was very dark and I was crying and I was scared. I went into a store and asked the owners if they new the bus route and they asked me where I was going. I couldn't tell them exactly where I was going, I just cried and told them I wanted to go home. The owner felt sorry for me and said that he will give me a ride home. I was still crying because even though I had a ride home, I couldn't tell the person which way to go. I remember passing a building in my dream that said "San Bernadino Hospital."

Fragment
A huge metal barrel I was rolling around and groceries were inside of it.