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01:25 GMT

Birds
I am at some place that’s neither home nor a hotel, but I am staying in a room and my mom is in the room next door. As I enter my room, I see two lovely parakeets standing on top of the wardrobe and I call my mom to come and see it. When she arrives, there’s also a cockatoo joining them! I keep my window open in case they want to leave, but instead another pair of parakeets and a little sparrow also join them. I’m thinking if I should buy cages. No! But what about them pooping around? So far, not one pooped, but will they behave that good all the time? As I think about these things, I feel my feet wet and look at the floor and it’s flooded with brown murky water. The worst thing is the incredible amount of plugs I have on the floor about to be submerged by the water. My cat is splshing in the water and I worry he will get an electrical shock. Not worried about me. I soak towels in the water and squeez it on the window to the outside. At some moment the window no longer opens to the outside but to another room and I’m spreading water all over the floor of this room. Then a guy opens the door to this room and comes inside. I say I’m sorry but he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I then just say that I have a cat and some birds on my room that might accidentally pass to his room and he says it’s ok and sits down on his sofa to watch the news.

03:15 GMT

Meditation fail
Then I guess the same place transforms into a hotel on some floating island or on a cruise boat. I see beautiful aqua blue water throughout the window. It’s a paradisiacal place. But then we’re hit by small tsunamis. Somehow I save this “boat” from turning, but many people just dove on the water and are swimming ashore. I join a couple who’s doing just that but a crocodile is about to attack us and I think I prevent the attack.
On land, we’re all staying at a big dwelling. It’s a lovely night outside, people eat and chat and laugh, under the stars, but I feel extremely lost. I think about sitting outside on a quiet place, meditating, so I go around the house trying to find some silence. But then I see a bunch of cats also hanging around and meowing and I get distracted by them. My friend Zilla comes out of nowhere and tells me I should meditate nevertheless. I tell her is too noisy, but she insists it’s even a better exercise, when there are distractions. I agree and decide to do it, but then wake up.

5:45 GMT

Attacked by dark forces and taken to mysterious city of the elite
Back on that house with the kittens. I became good friend of the couple who owns the place. They are cat lovers and they have outside really nice hideouts for their colony of cats around the house and they treat them well. But there was a female cat they truly truly loved. She one day accidentaly turned on the hi-fi and there was a certain cd on the cd player, with a certain song and from that day on the cat would put this song playing. They never again changed that cd, so she could play the same song over and over. Anyway, it’s morning and I’m going to their bathroom on the basement. I have to dispute the toilet with some other girl who arrived at same time and I offer my turn. They have a second toilet, which is not as nice, door doesn’t close well, but I go there. As I am about to close the door, two tall guys dressed in black suits just materialize in front of me and hold the door. “Come with us!”, "What? Sorry, no". They look like they are not going to let me and I’m saved by my friends, who just pop up very excited “You have to listen to this!” They pass by the guys in suits and drag me to outside. “Listen, listen!”, “It’s the kitty song!”, “But how? Where?” They had no idea, the music was just in the air. I am half-lucid, knowing I'm dreaming but not taking control over it.
I try to follow it, not caring anymore about the men in black, but then my dream is invaded by flashes of really creepy stuff – for example, when I’m almost in tears listening to this beautiful song in the wind, crossing sand dunes, I see this image of a semi-buried dead body in the sand, but as I see it, it also disappears. I try to fight this darkness by focusing on this magic and this love that was flowing before. Then I see black clouds in the sky, approaching, but I realise it’s just black birds. They land a bit further ahead in the sand, so I keep walking through the dunes, holding on to positive thoughts. When I get closer, I see these birds are giant crows, the size of a man, with beaks as large as my arms and still I don’t feel afraid. Only when they start closing me in I get a bit nervous and decide to back away. As I walk back slowly, I see my friends are still on my pursuit and getting closer to me. I tell them to back away, saying it’s dangerous. Then the birds soar and as they almost reach us, it gets darker and the sea rises. We have water by the knees, making it harder to run. Then the birds disappear but from the sea comes a kind of army of big frightening dark apes. Each of them has a monstrous version of the face of the specific person they attack. I decide to fly now to escape them, but then I see one with my face and she just jumps on me and knocks me down to the ground.Everything goes black.
I then don’t know if I am awake or still asleep, because I feel my body lying down, but I see nothing.
Slowly I realise I'm still in the dream, because I feel the sand under my body, but lucidity starts fading and the dream takes over me. I feel tall grasses all around and also warm bodies. I choose to lie still because I don’t know if the ape-monsters are still around. Slowly I start to see some shapes and then the sun rises. Through the tall grasses I see what looks like an army picking up those who are lying down. I see a wooden pathway (those to walk through the dunes) and I manage to slide to a hole in the sand under it. A girl next to me grabs my shirt and totally speechless opens her eyes wide, like totally panicking and saying “Don’t leave me here!” But I can’t help her. I see them taking her and others away. Hidden, I manage to approach their “operation centre” – they have trucks and trains to take people away in groups. There’s a small group standing in line, waiting to be shipped somewhere and I hear them saying “Those guys over there are lucky. They’ll actually have a nice life, near the elite. They’ll be able to study and have good jobs, working for them. The rest of us will be brutally enslaved.”
I then see the group they are referring to and I spot a friend of mine, Eva, among them. They are inside a train carriage and I manage to sneak in and pretend I’m one of them. I want to know more. I want to find out more. I sit by her side and she asks me what am I doing there. The others look unfriendly, clearly thinking if they should report me or not, but in the end they don’t care. I ask her what she knows about this and she just tells me she knows we will be taken to a big city. The travel lasts day and night and we pass by some city at night and we stop at a big improvised tent in the middle of some deserted area, during the day, for eating and resting. She is good at extracting information from people, so then she comes to me with a list of names of places we will be going through until our final destination and they all sound Egyptian-like and I can't recall them. All I do remember was that final destination was Anunaki.

7:00 GMT

P vs D
I'm in a video game. It's a futuristic shooter. I'm just wandering through a spaceship when I come upon two teams fighting a match. One team has the clan tag P, the other D. P makes me think of Protoss, and for some reason I think D means Terran. The players where space suits like the marines in Starcraft. D's suits are blue, P is red. They aren't shooting each other though. They are playing a sport where you throw a ball, a bit like basketball but more like water polo without water (which, interestingly, is nothing like the game we call polo, but I digress). The glowing blue ball is in the hands of a player from the D team. The game is stopped and the two sides are arguing about something. Something about one team being rude. Then something about old forums posts for a clan called 3DM which later turned into D.

The Girl in the Window
Method DILD (false awakening), DEILD
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control C
Short lucid here. Still got sex on the brain lately. Don't recall before, but start with a false awakening. I quickly realize I am not in my own room so I become lucid. I seem to be in a hotel room. The bed is near the window which is unshaded. It's sunny and bright outside. I look out the window. I figure I am on about the third or fourth floor. The window overlooks a swimming pool area which is surrounded by more hotel rooms on all sides. Down one floor and to the right, I see in through the window of another guest's room. It's an attractive young woman wearing just a towel. She sees me, we make eye contact. She smiles.

I step out through my window and directly to her balcony, all the way across the pool courtyard. It's as if the scene through my window is just a flat painting and I violate the fake 3D perspective and just step the short distance in 2D space. Does that make sense? Anyway, I somehow unrealistically get to the girl's room. Once I am in, things return to be more realistic. She is laying on a bed, still wearing just a white towel. She is brunette and nicely tanned. She smiles at me seductively. There's another bed in the room and another girl who I don't really pay attention to. I flirt with the girl in the towel:

Me: I'm the guy from the window.
Her: (laugh) I'm the girl from the window.
Me: Did you just get out of the shower?
Her: (nods, she stands up, walks behind me, takes my hand and starts to lead me away)
Me: (now aware of the other girl) Your roommate won't mind?

Then I wake. Damn it. I DEILD back. I'm in the same room, but the towel girl is gone. The other girl is still here. The towel girl had left my field of vision while I was looking at the other girl, so I guess this kinda makes sense. The second girl is blonde and pale, quite the opposite of the other girl. She walks to me and says nervously: "I'm not as good at this as she is", referring to the other girl who seems gone for good. We start to have sex but I'm still thinking what happened to the first girl. Dream fades. I try to DEILD again but no success.

Good morning, everybody. These dreams probably all occurred in the early morning, maybe after 2:30 or 3 AM.

The first two dreams had a weird visual quality, as if I were reading them or half-reading them. I think this comes from the fact that last night I read Oe Kenzaburo's story "Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness, in which one of the characters is a boy who can't see very well.

The emotional difficulty the boy's father has with this and other things is so vivid that I think my unconscious tried to put me in that boy's position in one way or another.

Dream #1

I was half-reading and half-watching a story about a man and a woman at a hotel. The man was in danger, and the woman was trying to protect him. The man and the woman were both spies. The man had probably gotten caught in the act.

The woman had brought the man to the hotel for hiding. She may now have been explaining to the man that he was a spy. This may have come as a surprise to the man, who didn't actually want to be a spy.

The woman may then have made some sort of flirtatious gestures or comments to the man. The man may have understood that the woman wanted to have sex with the man while they were at the hotel. But the man didn't want to have sex. The woman may have, reluctantly, gotten the point, after which she turned to talking about some "serious" topic with the man.

Dream #2

I was reading an email from one of the bosses of my department, M. M's email was written in regular black text, except words and phrases that he wanted to emphasize, which were in bold and colored brown.

The first part of the email had to do with the fact that our larger company was getting to celebrate some royal wedding from a number of decades ago. An old, royal couple would be visiting the offices.

I could see the couple in my head, as if looking at a photograph from the late 1800s. They woman was dressed in a Victorian dress. The man was dressed in a military suit and medals.

M wrote that we had to treat the royal couple very nice because they were major investors in our company.

M's email then went on to say that M was going to be let go from the company in just a little while. He was going to stay on to make sure a couple of big events were taken care of. He wasn't bitter he was getting fired. He understood.

I now saw a tall, thin, old, white man in a lonely office hallway. The man stood before a copier that was set into a niche in the wall. The copier had a strange-looking top. It looked like some kind of animal trap, covered over in a metal shell and painted the same color of grey-beige as the copier.

I knew that, to make copies, you had to drop the papers onto the top of the strange device. The papers would then fall into the copier, as they would fall into a garbage can.

Dream #3

I had been in a room full of people, mostly women, doing some kind of small workshop or conference. The room had emptied out largely, with just a few people around. Now, even though I stood in the room still, it was like a number of months had passed since the conference.

I was looking for somebody to celebrate "the holiday" with. The holiday was like Christmas, but it wasn't Christmas. I asked a short woman if she would like to celebrate the holiday with me. She probably said she couldn't. But then she remembered that another girl, an Israeli girl, was looking for someone to spend the holiday with.

The Israeli girl called me on the phone. I could see the girl in my mind's eye. She was short, with olive skin, and long, black hair. I was really happy I was going to get to go out with her.

The Israeli girl told me something like there was no way she was going to be able to get back home "to West Tel Aviv" (I'm not sure if people make such an explicit distinction as "West Tel Aviv" in waking life). I thought of Tel Aviv and told the Israeli girl how much I wanted to go there. One of my favorite psychologists, Erich Neumann, spent the final years of his life there.

I told the girl something like she must hear people say stuff like that all the time. I told her it must get annoying to hear people talk about her home like it was so perfect, when it wasn't actually very easy at all to live there.

I (false) remembered a conversation I'd had with a woman from another country. The woman had told me about how naïve she thought some foreigners were. They'd say how much culture they thought her country had. But they didn't understand that it was really a scary place to live.

I was now in a big room, sitting on a couch so that my legs were propped up on the back and my back lay on the seat cushion. A pretty, blonde college girl stood before the couch. The girl was tall, thin, slim, and tan, with blue eyes. She wore a pink sweater and dark blue jeans.

The girl was giving a speech about different media-propaganda campaigns made by certain regions of the world to make other regions of the world look bad. She was giving a lot of really interesting examples. It sounded like dangerous information to have. But it also sounded like she was referencing Hollywood in almost every example.

I tried to pay closer attention to the girl's speech. But there were a bunch of girls getting up and leaving, walking between me and the girl and making such noise, talking with each other, that I couldn't get what the girl was saying. Her last example had something to do with New York carrying out a smear campaign against Chicago.

Other than the girl and I, there was only one woman now in the room. She was like a professor and like the girl's mother. She was working at a big desk off in the corner of the room.

The girl now flopped down on a couch near mine. We were something like good friends. But I was now really sexually aroused by her. So I rolled off the couch and crawled over to her couch.

For some reason, I asked the girl, "So now what are you going to do with you life?"

The girl's belly was a little exposed from under the sweater. I had intended to roll up and see if I could get away with snuggling with the girl on the couch. But, seeing the girl's belly and waistline, I just decided to stick my hand into the girl's jeans.

So I lifted up the girl'ls waistline and began feeling her. I was surprised to discover that the girl was wearing a baby's diaper. This didn't worry me too much. I moved my hand farther down toward the girl's crotch.

Suddenly the girl demanded, "What are you doing?"

I thought, Oh no! She doesn't want me touching her. I was so embarrassed that I woke up.

Last night I had a mix of dreams that when I woke up, didn't seem super worth remembering so I didn't push myself to recall all the details:

I was in a hotel being invaded by zombies. I remember going into a room with my ex girlfriend (who gave me a vibe that she was there with another man) to warn her. I remember going into the basement and it looked like my local shopping mall.

At one point, I became lucid. I was walking down one of the hotel halls and a guest or hotel worker was walking by. As she did, in the corner of my eye, I noticed she had a shadow. I thought: I bet I can turn her into a different person by pulling her through her own shadow. I grabbed her and pulled her through her shadow and she became someone else, but not anyone I recognized.

Another dream, there was a trail of ants entering my bedroom. It was massive. I looked closely and determined it to be made of ongoing, and oncoming traffic. I counted about five lanes moving in each direction.

Good morning, everybody. I had no dream recall over the weekend. But I recall three dreams from last nignt.

Dream #1

I had been looking through a series of photos, possibly with my mother and an unidentified male. The photos were either of people who had some kind of congenital deformation or who had been tortured and mutilated. A lot of the victims in the photos had bloody eyes.

My mother asked me if I wanted to see the last photo, which was apparently the worst. I tried to see it, but it was now like I had to walk through a series of white bedsheets just to get to the photo.

I had an image in my head of a young, white man with lightly tanned skin and long, curly, blonde hair. I told myself, He's gotten so deformed, he's even growing fingers out of his head.

I was afraid to see the photo. But I may finally have seen it. The man had bloody eyes, just like the people in all the other photos.

Dream #2

I was in a dark room that was like a bedroom but was also like some kind of big, back room that might be used for storage in a shop or theatre. I was floating around, possibly disembodied, possibly only a couple feet off the ground.

I was imagining or remembering a conversation I'd had with an Asian man who had just auditioned for a rock band I was starting up. Apparently there were a lot of similar auditions going on. I had asked the man if he had made any plans to be in any of the other bands, as if to say that being in my band would be his second or third choice. By this, I seemed to imply that he would really only be my second or third choice.

The man had replied that this band was the only band he was interested in joining. I was disappointed. But I also felt bad for making the man feel like he was only my second or third choice. I probablly decided, while floating around, disembodied, in this dim room, that I would have this man in my band. I may have felt at this time that the man was in a dark bedroom off to the side of this room.

I may have floated up a wheelchair ramp toward the front of this dim room. I may have seen the exit to this room. The door was open, revealing a hallway that looked like a hotel hallway.

I floated back down toward the back of the room. I started singing a rock song that I was making up on the spur of the moment for the man. The song was about how hard it was to be in a rock band, but how, if he wanted to be in my band, he could.

As I sang this song, I floated around a small pile of junk on the floor, then back up to the front of the room.

Dream #3

A young man was living in some gigantic apartment building. He had gotten mixed up with some young men who were starting up trouble in the building.

The young man had a friend who was keeping away from the troublemakers. The troublemakers had decided to hurt the friend.

The young man was torn by this. He wanted to be part of the troublemakers' gang. But he didn't want to hurt his friend. He'd thought the gang had actually stood for something. Now he was starting to wonder.

The young man went into his aunt's apartment, which was little more than a bed-sized room. The aunt, who looked like Aunt Bea from Andy Griffith, sat, maybe on the edge of her bed, using a sewing machine. Her "sewing" project was a series of colored strings that ran, like a spider web, up to the ceiling, then back down to a white sheet hung on the front wall, beside and over the bed.

The young man had to walk on the bed to get from the door, on the left side of the room, over to the side of the room. As the young man walked over, his aunt gave him a big speech. It was about where the young man would have to live if he went to prison, and particularly to death row. The aunt would have to follow this man wherever he'd go. Apparently this might even involve going to "the Gulf Coast of Mars."

The aunt said she didn't want to have to move to some new apartment building on Mars or anywhere else, so the young man better just shape up.

The young man finally understood that the troublemakers were just criminals, and that they didn't actually stand for anything. He decided to quit the gang and try to save his friend. He walked back over the bed and out of his aunt's apartment.

I was worried for the young man, his friend, and his aunt. I thought for sure the friend would be killed. But I also could imagine a scene where the aunt's sewing project was destroyed --vandalized -- by the gang because the aunt had taken a stand against the gang.

I used to Lucid Dream when I was a child. It felt like I was living a different life. Things were so surreal but they made sense in that strange dream-logic kind of way. I stopped having Lucid Dreams after I was about seven. I started getting loaded up on sedatives and other tranquilizers that either suspended brain function or just turned me into a dreamless sleeper. I stopped taking them about 5 years ago and still hadn't had any really memorable dreams.

Last night, I attempted to induce a Lucid Dream using the WILD method, like I had when I was young. I told myself I would dream of my friends and I would recognize that I was dreaming. I had several very short non-lucid dreams where the instant I knew I was dreaming, I woke up. I tried about three times.

I started to count backwards from 100:
100, will dream of my friends tonight.
99, I will dream of my friends tonight.
...
I reached 81 before I entered my first dream

The first dream, I was in a world with little more than unintelligible block shapes for other entities and I knew this was a dream almost the moment I entered. I immediately woke and continued to count from where I had left off.

80, I will dream of my friends tonight.
79, I will dream of my friends tonight.
...
I reached 76 before I entered another dream.

The second dream, I was with a group of people I did not know. We all had masks on and we were hiding? robbing? I'm not sure. I knew my pulse and breathing were elevated. I felt tension and anxiety. I wanted to look down at my hand but couldn't. It felt like my eyes were on rails. I couldn't control where I was looking or what I was doing.
I forced myself to look down at my hand. After a few moments of straining, I saw just black filber, like a sock, where my hand should have been. No fingers, not even a hint of digits under the cloth. I knew I was dreaming and was forced out of my dream.

I remained in bed for a while, unmoving, concentrating on the faces of my friends.
I counted backwards from where I left off.
75, I will dream of my friends.
74, I will dream of my friends.
...
I lost count a few times around 71 and started over from 75. I eventually slipped into a dream around 63.

I was standing in a very nice Hotel Lobby. A dark and rich wood siding covered the walls and all the counters. There was a soft yellow lighting behind the checkout counter. Track lighting with amber cones and yellow bulbs hung over the desk. A brass chandelier hung over the lobby, directly over a few leather couches, a rosewood or mahogany coffee table and a few expensive looking chairs.
The Man behind the counter was young, bald, and had a goatee. He was tall, about 6'5" and had a thick gold earing in his left ear. He wore a white or light beige dress shirt with a tall collar and a black vest/waistcoat made of silk/satin. When he smiled he showed large, rounded teeth that seemed too large for his mouth. This made his mouth protrude a little from face.
I was able to observe for a few moments before my body began to walk toward the check-in counter. The man behind the counter uttered a few words in a language I could not understand. It sounded like three different voices were talking at once. I realised immediately I was in a dream and tried to hide the expression on my face.
The man noticed something about me and seemed like he was asking me something before his face went blank. He pulled a large knife from under the counter and thrust it into my solar plexus, his arm stretching farther than it seemed it should have. The knife pierced my body painlessly and I woke up again.

I did not try to induce another dream that night and instead stayed awake, concentrating on remembering what happened that night in my dreams.

Me and my Brother were killing zombies FPS style!!!

Game/dream Style: It was like a video game and in the style of a free video game. We did a lot of running and shooting and actually were both killed a few times but when we got hit or bit we just fell to the ground and could no longer control ourselves and could move around in third person while the other person was left to fend for them self. We never even acted like it was real and when were up close to zombies we kept this sort of calm sense like nothing was wrong but occasionally we would freak out and shoot our guns inaccurately and waste our scarce ammunition in a state of panic.

First round:

Not easy to remember but it was mostly walking out in the open and melee weapons like 2x4 boards and baseball bats but not much ammo for our guns. We were overcome by zombies quickly and lost miserably but I do not remember how we died...

Second round:

Okay so I don't remember this round much but it was in a booth like from zombie land but it was similar to the turned over train in the train yard from Uncharted 2 when you are surrounded by Juggernauts. We died quickly and were torn apart.

Third round:

Okay so me and my brother fought zombies in a mansion that had rooms that looked like rooms from a hotel. We both were on a little platform that had ramps on the sides and walls on the back and front in the middle of a hotel lobby (it looked like a mansion on the outside but was a hotel on the inside. We fought back to back and walked out in the open looking for guns occasionally and the guns were all from Halo Reach (which isn't surprising because I played just about all day yesterday). After many zombies were killed and many shots were fired, we were barely making it through wave after wave and then a miracle happened. I found a Rocket Launcher with 4 shots. We used it to blow up the zombies on the staircase and make it upstairs to hold them off. We fought wave after wave in this hotel room at the top of the staircase and had plenty of ammo to last us a long time. There was a bucket of band-aids for ammo. The weird thing was that the ammo wasn't in clips, but band-aids... We just shove the band-aids into the side of the gun and it was reloaded. After a wave was barely won, we knew this could be the last wave. Then, a friend of ours, (who was a zombie) came in and said we were about to have a very rough wave coming and that they were not going to show any mercy when it started, they then showed us a helpful idea that said we could have one person on the room's balcony and one inside to lead the zombies to the balcony door so we could spread the zombies out so we had time to reload. But then my brother didn't reload at the right time and had zombies all over him. I had one zombie to fight and it happened to be our friend who had told us about the balcony. I saw that my brother was done for and that we had no chance of making it in that room. I made a break for it and ran out of the room and the dream went black and I could still hear the zombies and my brother yelling for help as I slowly woke up.

Odd how I don't have zombie nightmares anymore, just zombies and guns in action packed dreams.

A typical scene: a school+hotel (not dorms), but strangely vivid for something so mundane. I was kicked out of one room as I was about to take a shower. Apparently I had stayed too long. On leaving, I forgot my key, which looked more like a car key than one for a door. At this point the building became a school.
There were 4 floors accessible by at least 3 elevators. Joined by some past acquaintances, we entered elevator #3 and headed for the 3rd floor. As we ascended, the elevator swayed. It came to a stop so that half of the exit could be seen. I jumped across and the others followed with some help. We called management to tell them about the error. Later, a repairman spoke to me and told me that due to some mechanical wear, had we not alerted him, the elevator would have shut its doors and fell, trapping whomever was inside. I remember noticing that the repairman was surprisingly intelligent -- not for his occupation, but for a human being in general. As I listened to him, I felt he knew something important that I did not, but should.
There was more but it has already faded - a sinus infection broke my sleep into small unsatisfying sessions with dreams less memorable.

I planned to not record my dreams this night. I just wanted to get a solid night's rest. So no recall in the first half (the usual reason). And for the first couple dreams I didn't write anything down. By the last two, I realized the dreams were worth writing down so I did so.

"Do Nothing"
Lucidity: C
Vividness: C
Control: C
~0800: No written notes, so this is spotty from memory. I don't recall how I became lucid. The first thing I recall is doing a nose plug RC. I'm sitting at a campfire circle. It's dusk. It seems like I'm in the giant doorway of an abandoned factory or airplane hanger. A few other DCs are around the fire. They look like migrant workers. The scene made me think of movies like The Motorcycle Diaries and Mi Mejor Enemigo. I remember my plan: "Do nothing", practice reality checks, focus on all 5 senses.. For taste, I lick a rock on the ground and it tastes like dirt! I vaguely recall that I did things for the other senses. I think I had double vision and that frustrated me. I try to talk to the DCs but I don't recall they said anything.

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~0915: C. No written notes, so this is from memory. First thing I recall is a false awakening. I sense there was more before but no detail. I'm in my own room. I get out of bed and look at the time: 1:30pm. Crap, it is really that late? I get up, take off my Zeo headband and dock it in the bedside unit. It gives me a sleep score of 42. Really? I thought I slept better than that. Wake up for real. It's only about 9. My Zeo score for the night ended up at a more respectable 83.

Unfocused Lucid
Lucidity: C
Vividness: C
Control: D
1100: Just a few notes so this is mostly from memory. I'm in a classroom. It's a art or shop class so all the students are standing at work tables. In the dream, I seem to be distracted or sleepy. The teacher is a woman and there are one or two girls sharing my table. The first thing I recall is the teacher scolding me for not paying attention. So I become aware of what we are supposed to be doing. We have a piece of paper with a drawing on it. On top, we have a piece of tracing paper and we are supposed to trace the drawing under it. The drawing is an architectural sketch of a colonial era boat, I think. So I start tracing but there is a time limit. The teacher is nearby, watching me. She thinks I won't finish in time. The other girl at my table is done and she is also watching me. I feel nervous but I act confident. I think we do two tracings like this. The next task is to trim a large piece of meat. It's really thin, more like a the hide than the flesh. The tracing paper has become butcher paper. I move to a larger table and spread this gross sheet of meat over the paper.

Skip. Now I'm outside in what seems to be a school campus but it's unfamiliar. I'm walking up a grassy hill. There are many other students around. It's bright daylight. I see a girl who I recognize as a high school classmate, Beth. I'm not sure but I think this must be what made me lucid. Her hair is weird, kinda like dreadlocks but also kinda like bananas. Anyway, her face is recognizable. Lucidity and control are low at this point. I don't RC or stabilize. I just march up to her, say hello, and demand a blow job. She starts doing it but soon turns into a weird creature and I stop.

I walk away and I'm starting to get my wits about me. But lucidity, vividness, and control are still pretty low. I try to think of my tasks. The only one I can remember is flying barrel roll. I hesitate because my recent flying has not been good. But I can't think of anything else to do so I jump and spin. It works! I'm able to hover horizontally a few feet off the ground and a spin multiple times. (Wikipedia tells me that this is actually an aileron roll, not a barrel roll) I fly around spinning for about 30 seconds. Maybe I popped out to third-person a bit. My lucidity was fading away.

Skip. Now I'm in a building. The school gym or theater maybe? Maybe I lost lucidity for a while and then regained it here. A troupe of clowns is performing a circus-style act. I am in a corner back stage, near the exit. I see a door but I want to try walking through the wall. I try a few times but fail. I try to convince myself that I can do it. I know this is a dream and that I can walk through the wall. But no luck. Dream ends. In retrospect, this attempt at control was too forced.

Dream Within Dream
1130 C. This was a combination of false awakening and false memory that made it feel like a dream within a dream. I sense that I am out of town for work (this is the false memory). I'm staying in a hotel and I'm sleeping and dreaming. In the dream, I am in a WWII-esque battle among the ruins of a bombed city. I'm with my childhood friend Collin. I only have a tiny pistol in this big fight. I see an enemy across the way and fire a few careful shots. The gun is very inaccurate but I manage to hit him in the head. Everyone is happy and celebrates me as the hero.

I have a false awakening in a hotel room. In the dream, I think that the war scene was a lucid dream and I remember the two real previous lucids. So I congratulate myself for 3 lucids in the night.

Skip. Now I'm back in my apartment. Combining the war dream, the false awakening in the hotel, and the false memory of traveling for work, this all creates the dream within the dream phenomenon. So anyway, I'm home in my apartment but it looks totally different. I sense that, as I returned from traveling, my roommate has just left. I see that he has left a bunch of books and devices about lucid dreaming. He is just starting to pratice having lucid dreams. I go in the bathroom and see that the faucet has been left on just a drip. But over several days, the drip has flooded the room with an inch of water.

Real life Dream Lucid Dream Sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Mechanical bottle dream
Something about this mechanical bottle that automatically opens and closes.

Family and the ring dream
Fragments. I remember staying in this awful hotel, which no one else recognized was awful. I couldn't even see to the bottom of the three foot pool, it was so dirty, yet my whole family, including my cousins and aunt, played in it. I made excuses not to, of course. I remember going to places. Sometimes it was stormy, but it was always dark. I had some important ring I couldn't lose for some event. ...And I lost it in the pool.

Dream #1

I was in a big house. The house was set up so that it stretched along narrowly. I don't know where any of the rooms were, The place just seemed like one big corridor.

The house was dim, with perhaps only one light in the place, and that a dullish, watery fluorescent light.

I had left my bookbag on the floor, probably strewn with a lot of other stuff that wasn't mine, like blankets. I now came back to my bookbag to discover that my laptop was missing from it.

There were a bunch of kids in the house. They were all pre-teens, maybe not even 10 years old. I don't think I ever actually saw them. But I was pretty sure they had stolen my computer.

I ran all through the house in panic. I was looking for my mom, who was apparently in charge of the kids or who had done something like take them into her house out of kindness. I figured my mom could make the kids give me my computer back.

But I was also looking through some other backpacks that were lying on the floor, strewn in with a bunch of other stuff, like blankets. I thought I might just find my laptop and take it back.

I was really angry now. I was running at an unbelievable speed. I could tell it was lightning and thundering outside.

I wondered what would happen if I beat up the little kids. But I figured it would be no use. I wouldn't get my laptop back through violence.

I also wondered if there were some kind of buzzer device on it, like for car keys, where you can press a button and make your laptop buzz until you locate it. Or a device where you could track where your laptop was through GPS to catch the people who stole it. But I knew I hadn't gotten any features like that.

I ran through a bunch of junk and overturned furniture. I was now back at the front of the house. I was in a little, dark area near the front door.

Near me, my mom's ex-boyfriend J was working at a desk underneath a half-toppled mattress. He told me he understood my frustration.

I may have been standing on another mattress or between a could of half-standing mattresses. I said, "It's not the expense of the computer so much as--" I started shouting, "I had all my writing on that thing! How am I supposed to get all my writing back?!"

Dream #2

I was walking along a sidewalk at night. The sky was dark blue. I felt like I was in some country area, but I must have been in a big city, because there were lights around me like on a big, Fifth Avenue building.

I walked up to a huge SUV limo from behind. I then walked alongside its driver's side. The SUV limo had a light brown or dark beige color, with glitter-like flecks in it. Its windows looked weird: slim, long, and completely black and seamless. The SUV also seemed to have no doors.

I felt nervous all of the sudden. I had a feeling that some law or authority figure was going to try to get me in trouble for being near the SUV.

But I also had a feeling that I was here for a meeting, and that some high-up work associates of mine were in or near this SUV.

I was now with one of these associates, whom I could not see (I also have no idea who it would be). We walked back toward the back of the SUV.

As we did, one of the windows opened, revealing my old boss and friend E inside. I said, in a happy, "cool dude" kind of voice, "Hey! E!" I immediately felt I shouldn't have been so easygoing, that I should have shown him some respect, because he was so rich now.

My work-associate and I were now both standing before something I can't quite get, logistically. It was like the side of the SUV, but it was also like the inside of a building.

E was inside. He pointed out a couple of small, cubby-hole-looking things. He said these were rooms. One was for him, and one was for his wife (who sat in an SUV seat, only a couple feet away from E).

E then displayed a chest full of amenities he had been given by this "hotel." The chest looked like an entire drug store. There was so much stuff. But E seemed to be singling out only two trial-size tubes of toothpaste. I also seemed to be impressed that this "hotel" would give you trial-size tubes of toothpaste.

Like yesterday, several short dreams mostly late in the morning. I woke up more times and recalls some other tiny dreams and hallucinations but didn't write them down.

Fire Breath
0328: D. In a movie/video game. Stars David Duchovny and Jennifer Aniston. Though sometimes I sense the female character is my mother. Fighting hordes of evil demons. I choose one weapon and it's fire breath. It's super effective. Something about smelling like Patchouli oli.

Frisky Girl
0449: C. I'm in a hotel room but it's really big. There are four queen-sized beds lined up. It's dark. I'm on one of the center beds with a laptop, playing some classic game. A couple stumbles in and gets on the other middle bed next to me. The girl is Asian, the guy is middle-eastern or Indian. They start having sex. I feel a bit awkward. I watch for a bit, then turn away. I turn off the screen of the laptop and try to sleep. They finish and then the girl jumps on my bed. She's really friendly and frisky. She straddles me. Again, I feel weird but start to go along with it. The other guy doesn't seem upset. The girl and guy push our two beds together. But the guy lays in his bed while the girl lays with me in my bed. I'm showing her something on the laptop. Then I want to turn it off but I have trouble pressing the right button.

WBTB 60 minutes, B-Complex vitamin

Chasing Game
0753: D. Watching Ben play a game. He runs around a sports track chasing a monster. He is a deer. It's overcast and the ground is covered with snow. He quickly taps one button to speed up but he keeps accidentally pressing the Start button which pauses the game and breaks his rhythm.

Stationary Tactics
0835: D. I'm in the game Counter-Strike. The old one. The map is Office. I'm CT. I think I'm just playing with bots. I don't move. I just stand in the spawn and wait for the bots to find me. When they do, I headshot them with my pistol.

fragment
1102: F. Some cultural debate about Europeans?

September 25, 2010

Synopsis: My sister's forced into a movie, and then she wins a prize, a hotel flooded with lava! Non-lucid

Note: I've been lazy with my journal, trying to get back into it

Lava Rising
Me and my sisters watch a movie in the bedroom, with all the lights off. Suddenly theres a knock on the front door, which is kind of freaky because its like 2am! Sister L peeks through the peep hole, and refuses to open the door. We go back to the bedroom, when sister V notices a man outside our window! We try to hide from his view and pretend were asleep.

After that weird episode, we turn the tv back on. Hey! There's a movie featuring sister V! Film taken from just moments ago as the man spied through the window. My sister seemed pretty fed up that her privacy was violated and no its all over tv!

A letter slips through under our door. Its a threat. Either my sis keeps quiet or they will kill her. They sounded serious! They gave one more option, my sis can keep quiet and accept their prize. Their prize was a new job at some fancy hotel. Well that sounds promising!

We head over to the fancy hotel, fighting who should get the new job. But just as soon as we get to the hotel, the lowest level splits a part, and lava bursts through. The hot lava slowly climbs its way up through the levels of the hotel. Crap!

Me and my sisters run for it! Climbing stair case after stair case. I kept looking back at sister V, who was dangerously close to the lava. Can't she run any faster?

We make it to the top level, which was hard because the staircase was actually just a ramp, a slippery one. Up here there there was an arcade game area that seemed really attractive. But the lava! Some of the people hop into an elevator thats going straight to the roof. But I imagined that elevator, with all the lava underneath it, was an oven.

My oldest sister L leads the way, and she finds us a staircase leading to the roof. Just on time, the lava is hot on our heels. The staircase to the roof becomes trecherous. Narrowing, gaps, sometimes we had to jump a long distance to reach the next step. It was terrible! We make it to the top, but it's a thick glass roof! We have nothing to break the roof with, and the lava is gaining on us.

Suddenly strong hands pull me up. Constructions workers on the roof pull us out. Except it's not the roof anymore, it's street level! As if the entire hotel was underground. The men explain that only that hotel erupted with lava, but the rest of the city is fine.

At this point my older sister gives us all a big hug and a sisterly kiss, happy that were all safe and alive. I also magically had a nonexistent brother. We decide to run for it before whos ever after my sister strikes again. We run into a bad side of town. We pass by a house and by the look of the silhouette in the window, a young girl is dancing seductively for an old man. Sis comments that she's just a dirty whore!

But then we step into their front yard, where the carcasses of young women were on display as disfigured artworks. He's an abuser and a murderer! Holy crap! Now were really running for it before he sees us. Towards the end of the dream, we camp by a tree and eat what ever we carried with us - peanut butter.

The end

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


23:00 GMT – Sleep

Preparing travel
I’m organizing something, like a travel and comparing different places/venues. I’m on a tall building and then I’m looking through the window because there’s something going on down there on the street.

Kids dancing
I’m with my mom and she’s helping me out with something. We go out and when arriving at her building’s door, a bunch of kids from school next door are putting some show on (actually rehearsing it) in the square in front of school. They are dancing samba in pairs. Strangely my younger cousin J. Is among them, although by now he is already too old for this, but I still see him as a kid. He sees us and feels embarrassed that we also see him.

Vanity
I’m going out with some group of colleagues from school. I see myself in a mirror and I look really cute, with short hair and a blue scarf on my head. Still I take some time to adjust the scarf several times to be just perfect.

3:20 GMT

Scary grandma’s house
I’m with mom at my paternal grandma’s house. We’re taking clothes from the clothesline outside. The weather is changing rapidly and really dark clouds are gathering in the sky above us. It gets really dark as night. My mom points to the bell tower close by, where we see this really creepy dark figure and we comment that maybe he’s some shadow, reflection but also that this place has always been a bit scary – we’re always seeing dark figures and feeling “presences” here. There’s another girl in the house and then a car also arrives and a guy comes out of it. Don’t remember what happens then.


Life and death situations on the mountains
I’m watching this reporter (like live on TV) in a pick up going down some dangerous road, with a cliff on his left side and I think he is not measuring the danger as he drives with only on hand at too high speed for the conditions of that road. Then of course he is thrown off the road, live on TV and everybody thinks he fell down the cliff, but then I’m transported into the place of the action and I realise he was incredibly lucky as the truck got stuck below on some rocks and we was able to get out and escape. Then I also realise he is with his wife and two kids on the truck and I am even more shocked at his irresponsibility.
As I help them climb the cliff and we’re on top of it on the road, we are caught by a flood. It’s not yet too violent, but I see a bus being dragged by the water down the road and I also see this black baby girl in the middle of the way. I just have time to grab her and get her out of the way of the bus. She is so cute and I feel that this family I also just helped will adopt her in the nearby future. Then the kid in my arms becomes just a baby head (although perfectly alive) and I think about that being odd (but not enough to become lucid).

Cat’s guts out
I’m at some hotel room with friends, just settling in. We are reading this place’s rules and it says in summer we must use an outside common toilet instead of the room’s own toilet. We wonder why and think maybe in summer with the heat, it gets smelly and that’s why they advise to use the outside one.
Anyway I go to the toilet and my cat is there. He doesn’t seem well. First he pukes and then his head’s skin starts to open from his left eye, leaving his skull and eyeball exposed. I try to keep it closed but it keeps opening more and more. I’m starting to freak out. Then pus is coming out. Then when the ripped skin is already down his back, his internal organs start bloating and coming out. Still the cat is moving, not looking healthy but also not dying. I somehow don’t accept that this is really happening so another healthy version of the cat appears and I see the two together and realise I’m dreaming. I feel relieved. Then I think about what to do with lucidity and stupidly I wake up.

6:30 GMT – Wake up

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

Notes:
This was my first dream with a DV member in it.

I was in a hotel room. This hotel had high ceilings, at least five or six feet higher than an average ceiling. The room I was in consisted of a flat dark maroon carpet, and beige walls. The door that connected the room to the hallway was centered in the wall, not to the side. On the opposite side of the room were two tall, skinny windows that each had a brown wooden border around them. On either side of the two windows were a bed, and both beds had red duvets and a brown frame, which looked a little old-fashioned. The headboards weren't solid, but instead they were an arc with round carved columns below it.

There was a mother, a father, and a young girl (probably around the age of three) in the mother's lap. They were in between the two beds, leaning up against them. They were asleep, and then I turned around to see Loaf behind me. He was wearing a pale red sweater (yes, more red), and acting as if it were cold in the room, placing his hands in his jean pockets. All I did was say, "hey," and then left the room. I did this by turning to the right, and, on the wall adjacent to the main door, was a hallway. This darkly-lit hallway was short, only a few feet long, but it led to another room. I walked through and entered the new room; it was half the size of the one I'd left, and only had one bed with the same red duvet.

I looked at the bed for a while and then heard someone walking towards me. I spun around to see my sister in a bath towel; apparently she was completely surprised that I was in the room. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, and the dream skipped to a new setting.

I was in my basement. My basement, in the dream, consisted of a light gray Berber carpet and was pretty large. There was an entertainment center but I paid little attention to it, because I was sitting on a swivel chair, at a computer desk, and looking at the computer screen. It was solid blue at first, the backlight making it appear brighter, and then my account popped up on the screen. There was a folder opened up, windows-style because that was my operating system, and the files were listed alphabetically in the same typefont and size they'd be in real life. I saw that there were a few of my own files, but most of them were titled something like the following:

47_best_buy_0098

I distinctly recall seeing the phrase "Best Buy" in the file names, as well as other real companies, but I can't remember those. I deleted the files and then closed the folder. When I got the feeling that they weren't completely deleted, I opened it up again with a single click of the mouse in the middle of the screen. There was now a sidebar on the right-hand side, along with all the files I'd just deleted, back in the folder. On the sidebar, there was a screened-out folder icon and a file name centered below it. Underneath that, it read something like "do you wish to permanently delete this file?"

I clicked "yes", because that was the only option.