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I saw a blurred out feminine face.

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Cloud dragon and rainbows

I saw a family living in a village, their house was always clean, well organised, and it was modernly furnished. Out of all the family members I could see only mother and her son. The kid was hiding and escaping from something all the time, there was something he was afraid to say to his mom. She knew that he had some kind of a problem and they were constantly arguing about it. One night the kid ran upstairs to his room in a hurry, his mother followed him and suddenly they were teleported away from their house. They ended up on a cloud, there were many cloud islands and rainbows were linking them like bridges. The mother shouted to her son: "What have you done this time?!" and then suddenly a dragon composed of clouds flied above them and said "I brought you here!".

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WBTB Attempt

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Wedding, shootout and "Shogudan" immigrants

I woke up in my neighbor's house, put on shorts and slippers, and then left the house. It was a bright, sunny day. As I passed the street, two girls noticed me and started laughing upon seeing me almost naked. I ignored that and moved on to my house. The place was extremely crowded, two kids were about to marry each other and it gathered a lot of people. I went inside my house and spoke with several people, when suddenly kidnappers appeared and took the kids! I took a pistol out of my pocket and ran outside. The time of day abruptly changed to night and I wasn't in my house any more, but in some kind of harbour. I shot at the car a thousand times, completely destroying it's tires, but it still drove away. After a while police appeared and arrested me. Next day they opened the cell I was held in, one of the officers said: "All right, there's no place in our country for terrorist Shogudan immigrants. You will be deported!", but then another officer appeared and shouted at them: "What the hell are you doing? You've just arrested our best agent!", then he gave me a badge and a gun.

Morning of January 3, 2018. Wednesday.



My dream begins in an undefined setting. I do not possess any conscious self threads other than a vague association with Nimbin and Tuntable Falls (which I had written about in a recent entry). I am outside, though there are ambiguous shifts where I am also inside at the same time at certain points.

An unfamiliar male of about thirty is present. Apparently, the police are following him, believing him to be carrying drugs. He has a large backpack and some sort of oversized balloon. Eventually, the balloon grows larger and proves to be that of a dinosaur, a tyrannosaurus (though there is no implied threat as it is just a balloon).

Until the last segment, I am not implied to be a direct part of the scenario. However, I am curiously linked to the dynamics of the balloon. When it expands and grows taller, it seems my dream self is also growing larger and taller, though not implied to be seen by the other dream characters.

Somehow, another balloon is present and expands. I believe it is meant to be a rabbit, though there is not that much focus on it.

A third balloon begins to fill with air and grow large and tall, but this time it is a reindeer, somewhat anthropomorphic. Again, I am linked to the balloon, feeling myself growing larger and even hitting my head on the ceiling (though it is not painful) as I watch the reindeer’s head bump the ceiling to my left, even though we are also implied to be outside.

From here, I am annoyed by the presence of RAS (the police) via the preconscious. What started out as the usual return flight waking symbolism (as a flying reindeer is a flight symbol, which truncated the rabbit symbolism of which symbolizes being deeper in sleep) to vestibular system symbolism, triggers an odd level of semi-lucidity to where I am ready to shoot everyone (which symbolizes real-time RAS mediation of the dream state). Bumping my head on the ceiling means a part of my mind is holding me in the dream state, though as I am only semi-lucid, I am unsure of my waking space status and physical orientation. Still, I shoot about six officers in the forehead. They are ducking behind some cover (some sort of flat vertical structure), but I get them one at a time in my semi-lucid waking space. (As I have written in past entries, the association with the man possibly carrying illicit drugs is a dream state potential reinduction factor, as they relate to altering the level of consciousness or unconsciousness.)

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I'm in Mexico with someone, visiting his family. I want to take picture. Pull out my 2 extra phones I brought with me, when I see that my mobil's battery is getting low. But they both don't have a memory card.

One of the people in the house drives me to the store. They would charge my phone but they don't have a charger, and there is some issue with batteries. As I'm looking at my "iPhone", i realize that's not it, it's my old, red phone. I can't figure out how did I make such a mistake.

Outside of the store I'm waiting for this guy to pick me up and I wonder if I recognize him. Guy pulls up and he recognizes me. We drive back to the house. Suddenly we are driving through some tunnel construction, over some metal structure, not even a road. He is like "its ok, I used to work here" . After that we stop on the other side of a tunnel, some people from other cars get together and we have some good mexican red wine.

Back at the house. Everybody leaves somewhere. Only couple of women stay in a detached white house and I stay with some kids. We get a call from them, they are scared, something is happening. We hear them scream. I take the kids and we hide on a balcony that has no access from anywhere and it looks just like a wall. A small kid next to me is whimpering and I'm trying to calm him down. Two guys are walking down the stairs from the opposite house. I don't want them to hear us. But they do. One cuts the "wall" open. I get out. They don't have uniforms, but they act like secret police or something. I ask them who they are. They tell me I'm arrested for car theft. I laugh, like that's not possible.

I was quite uncomfortable in Mexico : D

Morning of September 11, 2017. Monday.



I am walking with two unknown males, a situation of which continued from a very long previous dream sequence. I think about robbing a place, but the details are not clear yet. I eventually realize that I am carrying a Glock pistol. Soon, I “realize” that I am a black female of perhaps about twenty-five years old.

It seems late at night. I go into a small trailer park in an open field where a dense forest is to my left. An unknown black female, but of whom is apparently known to the character I presently am, complains about me being there to rob her again (though I do not recall any backstory for this). Other than that, she does not seem alarmed by my gun. She opens a couple drawers in a large chest of drawers in her trailer. There is a bundle of one-hundred-dollar bills in an even stack, partly wrapped in cellophane. There is also a roll of fifty-dollar bills held together with a rubber band. There are also numerous rolls of coins. I tell her to keep some of the money, including the roll of fifties, but she insists that I take all of it. I put everything in two bags. There are several other items besides the American money, including bottles of perfume and shampoo and small items of clothing. I leave the trailer park, walking briskly east. I see a couple others outside of their trailers on my right, one an older black male of about sixty.

Somehow, it is suddenly daylight now, possibly early afternoon. I am with two unknown Caucasian males (though one reminds me vaguely of Don K from the early 1980s). I am seemingly now a male character, though not fully myself and perhaps about twenty years old. We seem to be going west on Sill Street, having gone past Wood Street and possibly Kane Street. I decide to toss my gun on the ground near the intersection near the trunk of a tree so I am not armed if caught (thinking I would be in less trouble). Still, I consider that may not be a good idea as a child might find it. The others and I continue, but eventually turn right to go north. I continue to carry my two bags.

We seem happy until one of the males looks back and sees another male who apparently knows us. It may be that he will cause trouble or at least be annoying if he sees us and catches up with us. The male who recognizes this other male tells us all to go our separate ways. “I have to try to wake him up,” he says in an authoritative tone. He goes across the front lawns of a few houses on the right side of the street and I am still following him, unsure of the situation. He yells with frustration and waves me off, indicating to me not to follow him. The male who had been behind us is apparently sleepwalking. He has long black hair and a long black beard and has on blue jeans but no shoes, socks, or shirt. He starts cheerfully talking to the male that seems to know who he is. “I can’t understand anything you’re saying,” the sleepwalking male is told, “You’re speaking gibberish”.

I continue to go north a short distance, but then turn around to go through a very narrow residential alley back southward. I am slightly concerned that I might annoy people by going through or close to their backyards but I do not see anyone. At the end of the alley are two closed chain-link gates about chest-high, side by side. Each of the two gates is for a different house, which makes no sense, as the alley goes past all houses on the block and the gates are adjacent to the public sidewalk. Before I get to them, I have to climb quickly up over a couple large full garbage bags and some other objects. At first, I think the gates might be locked, but I am able to open them by turning a horizontal L-shaped bolt lock. The detail is very vivid and realistic in appearance (but unlike any setting I had ever seen in real life). The sense of physical momentum and touch is vivid as well.

A few police officers approach me and look in my bags and ask me where I am going. I see that there are a lot of rolls of coins in them. I insist that everything is mine, but they seem condescending. While pretending that I am totally innocent, I am eventually able to get away. One policewoman seems to think I am okay and seems to see me as being victimized by the other officers. However, a chubby male officer seems determined that I will be caught again and found to have robbed someone, or possibly a bank.

I somehow end up going through the second floor of a business building. There are a few times when I fly after getting outside again, but I end up walking again, as my two bags are heavy. I somehow end up back near Sill and Kane and recall how I had deliberately thrown my gun there (at the northeast corner) but I do not see it. It is daylight at this time.

I am now briskly walking south through the north side of La Crosse (except that it looks more like the south side) and it seems to be night once again. I somehow have my gun again without contemplating that I had gotten rid of it. I am the black female character again. I make sure my gun is holstered in the front of my pants and unseen. I am thinking of finding the Loomis Street house to hide out even though that does not make sense as I am supposedly someone else. I vaguely recall that my sister had died but that my brother-in-law may be there (though they had actually moved prior to my sister’s death, though I was living in Australia by that time). I continue to carry the two cloth bags of money and other items, one in each hand. I notice that about eight people are running towards me, though not directly towards me. I think they may have attempted to rob a closed business but none of them are carrying anything. Police cars go by but they curiously do not stop. (The scene of these looters, including their appearance, was very similar to something I did not know about until after this dream and seeing it on the news, so I am considering this part as prescient.)

I cross the street (which may be a distorted version of Loomis Street, though too commercial) to my right and turn right down a very narrow alley with tall commercial buildings on each side. The alley is not wide enough for a car to follow me through and is at least two city blocks long. However, nearing the opening ahead, I see a puff of smoke going past the edge of a building on the left side of the end of the alley at about head level. It is the chubby policeman, who is smoking a cigarette, who had vowed to catch me. I knock him in the head with my heavy bags and knock him over. The police woman, who seems to be on my side, is possibly going to help me escape now.

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The preconscious modelling itself artificially, or mimicking itself, in needing to wake another dream character (instead of me) is about as surreal and unusual as it gets (even stranger than a false awakening where I am writing down or telling someone about my previous dream). The threads of my dream self identity changing a few times (without any focus on that dynamic) is rather odd as well.

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Morning of August 30, 2017. Wednesday.



My dream’s setting is a unique composite as always. (I have never non-lucidly dreamt of the same setting more than once, even in tens of thousands of closely studied and fully mapped non-lucid dreams for over fifty years. This aspect of non-lucid dreams is due to the incidental real-time dynamics of being in non-lucid REM sleep, where reflective cognitive capabilities do not exist as in lucid dreams and even more so in apex lucidity where automatic conscious control of the dream state is achieved.)

The back area of our house is modeled after our present home, (our backyard south of our house), except that the area between the short hallway to the back door and the minimally-rendered kitchen has no dividing layout (and is all an open area). The implied east side of this rendering (assuming our present home) is loosely modeled after the north side of a previous home on Stadcor Street in Brisbane (though the driveway more like the Gellibrand Street apartment in Clayfield), the third-from-last house we lived in. The front of my dream’s house, implied to be oriented northerly, is modeled more accurately after the west area of the Stadcor Street house, which was also the front of that house.

For several minutes, my dream features the recurring event of me taking supposed public money out of a device in our home (that is, a device in our home which is apparently used by the public and the money going elsewhere, which makes no sense from a waking life standpoint, especially as the public would not otherwise have use of our home, the only way to explain this being real-time symbolism related to receiving thoughts from other people via the collective unconscious which was validated long ago from “receiving” from Zsuzsanna long before we met in reality). There is no backstory on what purpose the device serves. It may be some sort of unlikely vending machine (though is too small to serve that purpose). The device is about the length of my hand and looks like a miniature vertically elongated cash register. Zsuzsanna is present and so is Marilyn (older half-sister on my Mother’s side who died in 2014, though I have no memory of her death here and she appears as she was in the 1980s). I make three attempts to get money out. My second and third attempts make no sense as I had already gotten all the coins out in the first attempt, by shaking the device upside-down, yet many more come out on my second and third attempts. The sound of the clinking coins, the movement and momentum of my hands, and the movement of the internal parts of the device are rendered very realistically.

I am eventually aware of a police presence in our backyard. There are at least seven officers standing around on stakeout, though not for us, but a criminal who lives in the area. Still, I am concerned they might see the various coins lying everywhere on the floor. I make a quick attempt to kick sheets of paper and parts of clothes over them. I also slip some into my left pocket. They ask me through the back door if I know a certain man or had seen them and I say no. (I do not recall the name though I know it did not sound familiar.)

At one point, I notice that an unfamiliar female police officer is closest to our house. I also notice that the screen is torn down the middle from the top of the screen door, about three-quarters of the way down. (though we do not have a back screen door in reality.) She pushes it towards me from outside as if to draw more attention to it, almost slapping me in the face with it, but not intentionally. There is an additional partial horizontal tear in the screen (lower down) of less significance and which seems to have already been there for a long time, but this vertical tear was apparently done recently by the authorities, supposedly for my benefit and theirs regarding their stakeout. I find it puzzling but I do not comment. In a short time, my brother-in-law Bob makes his first appearance in this dream (mostly as he appeared in the 1980s). From the left side of the solid wooden back door, he closes it over the screen door (and it closes from the opposite side as in reality). “This door can be closed,” he says cheerfully though informatively. I question if his act is thought out very well, but I do not comment.

In the next scene, I am going to the front of our house. Off to my right, through the windows of the adjoining room I am walking through, the criminal first makes his presence known. He drives rapidly (north based on our present home) over our driveway, the car’s tires loudly crunching and spitting gravel and dust (the driveway of which our present home does not have as such, as it is just a very narrow side yard in reality, though, as mentioned in the second paragraph, this seems based on dynamics of when we lived in Clayfield on Gellibrand Street despite the room being like the one on Stadcor Street, though my dream’s house is at about ground level, unlike in reality for all three locations). This event makes no sense at all, as he is suddenly driving rapidly from our backyard, directly from where several police officers had just been standing. I wonder if they even noticed he was there.

In the front room of our house (which again, is now of the Stadcor Street house) I look out the front windows. Our front doors (screen door and main door) are both open. The criminal has come up our high front steps (despite our house being implied to be low-set a couple minutes previously) and I politely nod “hello” to him through the doorway even though I do not want his imposition. He has a scruffy beard and light red hair. I eventually notice that he is coming in and there are at least two females with him, one pregnant, though otherwise very slim and wearing tight clothes (this character being directly modeled after a contestant on the Australian “Family Feud” game show very recently).

I suddenly change my mind about welcoming him (which is based on a subliminal desire to sleep longer) and now I am not even sure what good the police presence is doing. I boldly tell him to get out. He becomes very angry. I notice that he is carrying some sort of rifle of illogical appearance. Instead of doing anything to me from near the doorway or even approaching me, he leaves the house to go into the street and starts shooting at our house. The noise is very loud and puffs of white smoke (dream state indicator) are floating everywhere like little clouds (this scene partly as a result of real-life environmental noise). I head towards the back of the house, which once again is more like our present home.

As illogically large bullets are now firing through the walls of our house from the front and the back, the female police officer (still near the back door) advises me to get down. I get down on the floor and wake up in the exact same position I had just been in my dream. I then realize that the police officer seemed modeled after an additional young version of Zsuzsanna.

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This dream entry is probably too long to include a full decoding, but I will note a few details. Emergent consciousness and preconscious factors seem to be “after” each other here and I am (as my personified subconscious which again has no reflective cognitive capabilities despite the bizarre but popular disinformation) caught in the middle, which is amusing, but very atypical, though we did watch two episodes of “Cops” just before sleeping (though this is probably also related to news about North Korea, hopefully not prescient). The torn screen of the back door is a known dream state indicator, which represents a growing metaphorical opening that otherwise divides preconscious from emergent consciousness as a “screen”, though this is more about Zsuzsanna’s emergent consciousness “sending” to mine in real time. (As such, I am surprised that I did not become viably lucid, especially at least semi-lucid, though my dream did noticeably vivify past this point.)

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It was night and I was on a bus, right behind the driver. The driver was completely nuts, and rammed several cars off the road. After a bridge, I got off the bus, and realized I should flee, as I heard the police coming. I sneaked away and started running as fast as I could. I could feel gravity decreasing, so I naturally took to the sky and started flying. The whole world felt like it took place on a circular artificial floating island. I was running on the outer "edge" of the platform. Beyond that were more buildings, and then the ocean.

Date of Dream: SUN 3 APR - 2016



Dream No. 74 - Accusations Ahoy

I'm only writing the segments of this dream that I can remember... So, let's begin!

To start off with, Taylor Henderson was bound to perform on stage somewhere with a group of 4 or 5 other girls. So they did their thing but when they finished, there was a fairly large riot and people who claimed to be the police were also involved. Now almost everyone was fighting and arguing, all except for me who was trying to break up fights between couples and small groups, and Taylor who was just standing there, looking quite scared and unsure of what he had done and if he had done anything at all.

One of the police approached Taylor and and actually accused him for being involved in a crime with the girls he performed with. When Taylor left to go somewhere, I approached the policewoman who had also told Taylor of my supposed crime, saying “and look at the girl over there”, pointing to me, “she's also guilty of something”. I had a piece to say to her! I said, “Excuse me, but you don't do that alright?” and as I was saying that, I noticed Taylor watching from within the fighting crowd. I then continued, “Just look at all these people, and you make accusations of the ones who are innocent. They're all at fault but Taylor and I did absolutely nothing. You look at yourself twice!” and I think that was enough to make the policewoman shush up.

Later on, in the same location, there was one row of seats facing another row of seats. On one side was Taylor, his mate and then his “girlfriend” who was actually light blonde in the dream. Then in the other row, slightly diagonal but more on Taylor's end was me and then a few seats away from me, there was the police woman but she did not move or speak... It's like she was zoned out or a not a “significant figure” anymore. I looked over at Taylor's side, noticing that they were paying no attention as though this side of the chairs was not there, so I say to myself, “I hope it's not true that he thinks I cease to exist”.

Just then, they all get up and move to my side with the girl, then the mate and then Taylor sitting next to me. Just then, Taylor turns to me and says, “I'm really proud of you”, as he spreads his arms out to give me a massive hug and I'm not joking when I say massive. It's like he pulled me really quickly towards him that my left shoulder went up against his chest with quite an impact (but it was a soft landing). His chest was quite “hollow”, as if someone had dug a trench through the middle of it but this made it so my shoulder and that part of him locked in perfectly. Then just as I start to “relax” and almost actually fall asleep in the dream while he's still holding me, I bloomin' wake up! Much to my disgust and disappointment...

Thought I'd start posting one of the most spectacular dreams I've ever had... It's the highest degree of lucidity I've had too!



Date of Dream: THU 6 APR - 2017



Dream No. 93 – A Beautiful Adventure
(Lucid Dream 3)

Part 1
Although I'm no longer at Killester (my high school) in real life, I went to attend one of the assemblies and was sitting in the students area. There was this special needs boy beside me (Killester is an all girls school in real life) and he would always come really close to me and try to hug me. At the same time, there was this strict teacher behind me that was constantly telling students to move to their correct year level area. Then I was talking to Mr H (male) about something but I forgot what it was... I do know that it was something about music though. Then apparently the vocal group were going to perform but there only 6 members on the stage and they were all wearing fluro green vests. And then my attention turned to the back of the hall to see where the rest of the vocal group members were... I managed to catch sight of EO (female) and WB (female). I went with WB outside to one of the balconies linked onto the hall and there I saw the most beautiful tree ever. It was literally glowing a very bright green and the flowers on it were these vivid, light purple tulips. WB didn't do anything except stand there and gaze at the tree with me... That's when I all of a sudden became aware I was dreaming!! The dream tried to fade out on me but I asked it to stay... It worked the first time. But then a few seconds later, the dream tries fading out me and my request for stability does not work.

Part 1 Exit (Transition)
I am now so fully aware that I am in a dream rather than something I know completely nothing about. I find that the dream has taken me to “the void” which was mentioned on a video I watched in real life a few days ago. When I was in that void of blackness and emptiness, my head was reciting the exact words that the guy said on the YouTube video. But the dream was forcing me to open my eyes so I would wake up. I was fighting with the dream to try and keep my eyes closed but in the end, I lost the battle and ended up becoming awake.

Waking State (Transition) – Non-Dream
I have opened my eyes and am aware that I'm in the waking world... But I say to myself, “Don't even look at the clock” and I closed my eyes again instantly.

Part 2 Entrance (Transition)
Although I was awake for about a second or two, I found that I was actually still completely, consciously aware of my dream surroundings when I came back into them. The first thing I did was a reality check where straight away, I noticed that I had six noodle-like fingers on each hand. The sight was terrifying but at the same time, this actually confirmed that I was in a dream.

Part 2
I don't remember what I was doing in my house but I ran outside due to the excitement of my dream awareness. At the top of the court, I consciously started calling out for WB and continued to call for her while walking up and down the court. Then these cars started coming the court and so I decided to see if any one of them would possibly be WB. There were two shiny looking cars that passed by and didn't stop... But then there was third car, a small dull black one that pulled up in front of me. Out of the car came WB wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with her hair straight and tied up into a bun... WB had a very strong masculine look about her. Then WB said to me that she brought LB (WB's younger sister) along with her to keep me safe. She hinted to me that someone was out to get me and my mind depicted that WB was talking about my real life parents. So out LB hopped from the car. She was wearing a light blue police uniform and she had an extremely feminine look about her, even more so than in this world. At this stage, I was really excited and so went and hugged WB, who really tightly hugged me back. I then went up to LB, gave her a small hug and kissed her on the forehead. She didn't pull back but she didn't return anything either. WB then explained to me that LB wasn't really good with affection.

After that, WB told me to get into the back seat of the car. I asked her if anyone was going to be sitting in the back with me but she said they were both going to be in the front. I did question WB but then she said to think of them like my second parents... Supposedly with LB being the mum and WB being the dad. She said then something about sitting diagonally from the one I favour more. When I got into the car, I found myself sitting behind WB and diagonally to LB but then I didn't find that the “diagonal” reasoning agreed with me. I consciously chose that position in the car because that was the side next to the nature strip and also, I take that side of the car in waking life. WB then drove off and we ended up at a video rental store, Video Ezy! They don't exist anymore in waking life! We didn't get out but rather remained in the car, this random video just suddenly appeared in LB's hands. I asked LB why they got that video and she told me that I was coming home with them.

That's when I got to about the most excited I would ever be the dream. I got so excited that the I noticed this dream was trying to fade out on me too. So as we're driving though the area of Dandenong South, I'm looking out at the opposite window, at the blue sky above the buildings. I'm constantly on fast repeat, going “stability, stability, stability, stability” like a broken record. As I do this, I notice that WB and LB are giving me strange looks, maybe thinking to themselves “are you okay?”. I sadly can't fight the dream fade and wake up.

This was last night. Bed 10 pm. Watched The Town movie, where bank robbers have a shootout with police in riot gear.

Long and detailed. Took 2x300 alpha gpc.
So I'm in a building with others. Trying to escape. Get to a huge room, size of a hangar. We are high up. Looking down, the room continues to the left. Blood on the walls. It's some kind of a killing room and same was suppose to happen to us. Long heavy chains are hanging by the walls from the ceiling. I'm thinking if I could climb up, swing the chain, grab another one, all the way to the exit. But they are too far from each other.

Someone comes and opens locked door, let's us continue escaping. Going through corridors and rooms. Now in a residential house with group of escapees. We have a long way ahead of us. I'm looking through cabinets to find survival gear. Finding clothes, plastic forks, tupperware, items for personal hygiene. Packing them all. We see police in riot gear sneaking around the house. Watching them through the window blinds. Then I hear my mom yelling outside the window if I am there. I get out through another window and meet up with her. Now some people from my original group walk by. I tell them to watch out for police car on the corner, so we turn and walk other way.

This was a couple of days ago.

I'm In Peru on a group tour. Walking through some caves. Guide tells us about artifacts that can be found. We look, and sure enough, there are silver colored rings in the ground. Some are only half berried, some found after some digging. I pick some up, but then I leave them. I don't know why we were able to find them and what's the catch. When we are leaving, one male tourist says "will pay for these copies" . It made me think that guides put them there for groups and then they make them pay for it.

Another scene - going on a fast boat across a large lake. Water is very muddy and turbulent. Lots of strong currents, large waves. I'm thinking which way I would swim to the shore if we capsized.

I am at school with a lot of other people. As I am walking down the many hallways I evenetually am haulted by a police officer. He puts me in a room where I meet my brother and questions the both of us for this computer hacking they've been investigating. During the middle of his interrogation he decides to step out. This gives me enough time to talk to my brother and realize there was one other person beinbg held here. It was a woman and she seem the most confused for why she was here. As I search on the computer and my phone to see if I could have done anything, she is moving the chairs and throwing the blankets in a odd manner. I found it odd that there is a bed here to begin with.

That's when I began observing her and the my surrondings better. Things weren't adding up and so the thought of me dreaming began to surface. However there were a few problems with this idea. Everyone looks very real and the environment look very solid with no change. I lay on the ground and look on the wqindow that had words written on them. I couldn't read it but I can see it clearly it simply wasn't intelligible. I decided to do the rule look at something and then look away for a few seconds and look right back to it to see if anything would change. I did so and nothing change butfor some reason I still suspected this is a dream.

I look at her and told her you are dreaming. I said this a few times and that's when I realize I really am dreaming. Once she heard me, her reaction change from panic to amazement. However she simply disappear after that. I go to my brother in which he was using eltrical wires as new ear puds. I told he is dreaming but he couldn't hear for the first few times. Once he took it off and he heard me but while I was telling him I could see myself leaving the dreamworld. I wake up

It was a really early morning, late winter. I was a bit anxious about what I'd drive with to my school. I decided that I'd borrow motorcycle that belonged to my pal. I was almost ready to drive, but then I reminded myself that police can be a trouble on the way if I'll drive without a helmet. I went back to pal's room (as he's staying in our home for the time being), he was still sleeping in bed so I took quietly took the helmet and left house.

I was driving to school, it was early morning. It was really cold. I took route along main road instead of my usual side path. I parked in some forest, far away from school, and then realised that it really is too far. I got back on the road and then I heard police sirens. A long police convoy blocked the road in front of me, then let me pass only for a truck to get in front of me.

Monsters

I saw a biome border between temperate grasslands and barren wastelands. I saw a huge hill forming a slope coming up to the height of sun as seen on the sky. People in that area wer living in cavern-houses and modest outside cottages. There were horrible monsters roaming the area, leopard-like predators made of bone and rocks with some fleshy bits in between and more creatures mentioned by people. I walked up the slope and then slid down to a huge valley and started escaping. The monsters were chasing me, I only had my bare hands to defend. I ran up to some volcanic rift, and decided to run back to safety of grasslands. I reached it and then place changed. It was a cold, early spring dawn. I went from behind my barn towards house, trying to avoid angry dogs on the way, and then suddenly turned to chicken pens. I reminded myself that I had to do something there before coming back home. I opened a gate, but one of roosters tried to escape the pen. I managed to stop it, saying "Don't leave the pens rooster, there are dogs out there that might eat you!"

Working abroad

I was sitting in my living room with some random people and my family. There was an old, bald man with a moustache that seemed familiar, his wife was as old he was, she was a redhea. There also were my two sisters and parents. I spoke with the man about some work we have to do and I started preparing, taking on layers of clothes and high shoes. It was something to do abroad. With younger sister we prepared and left the house. It was a warm morning, we sat on a wagon and set off after a while. Only then my sister told me that we're going to a working camp to become slaves, but everything was prepared so that we can get out of this. Just before the wagon left my possession, police appeared and stopped it, then arrested the old man and his wife.

Dark magic

With siblings and parents we drove to my aunt's house and entered it. The place was a strange amalgamate of my and their house. We went towards living room where TV was turned on. It was some new technology that made the TV project everything as a hologramme in the room. I saw some city with skyscrapers and thought "Godzilla?" Then something strange started to happen, hologrammes of the Godzilla and numerous mummies appeared. They were black with white outlines. The mummies hurled black orbs that on impact sent shrapnells at us and made more of them spawn. I recall that with my mind and by throwing one orb back, I beaten those mummies. Godzilla just stood there in the background, between skyscrapers. Suddenly everything turned to grayscale with blackness in the background. Strange undead or demon alike figures started to fight between themselves so they'd get a better view of me. They could've been waving to me too.

DILDs

I woke up in my bed, though my house again was a mix of my and my aunt's house. I left it and went towards bathroom. The light switches weren't working, I tried turning the lights on several times to no avail. I left the bathroom. Then I made nose plug RC as lights seemed unusuall and became lucid. I turned back and entered the bathroom. This time it was different, with rock-alike tiles in shades of brown, there was a huge bathtube in the middle of the room, with a tall mirror on the wall. The mirror reflected everything up from my stomach. I looked much younger, uglier and had shorter hair, I was wearing a camoe t-shirt. I recalled my current lucid goals - transformations and shape shifting. I took a towel that was hanging on nearby wall and obscured the mirror, then thought about changing. First I wanted to try changing into opposite gender. I used towel to obscure and reveal the mirror, changing parts of my body this way. I became naked after a first try. Suddenly I found myself outside the toilet, non-lucid. I repeated RC and became lucid again. I went back to bathroom and continued changing. Each time as I changed, my facial features were feminine and different from previous. Only thing that was in common with each of them was that my hair were black and eyes had darker shade of blue with mixture of brown. After a while changes weren't instant and I had to hold the towel in front of mirror for a while. Suddenly when I revealled the mirror, it summoned the reflection. A woman with dark hair and eyes and somewhat pleasant body was standing beside me. Curiously, only her reflected in the mirror. She looked at me, smiling. I touched her to shift into her body, and then she disappeared. I changed my head a few more times until I was good with the change, then started changing the torso. It was quite quick to get a female body. Suddenly someone approached me from behind, pointing a gun at my back. It was a blonde man in a black suit. He shot several times, but I ignored him and the shots. He disappeared after a while, his bullets not even touching my body. Then I started shifting lower parts of my body, this was the hardest as the mirror didn't reached it (and I haven't thought about enlargening it), and feeling coming with it were quite intense (more in a turn-on way though). I was trying to hold on and managed to stay in the dream. The lucidity faded away though and I stood there non-lucid. After a short while I woke up.

There was some man running around the streets of some city with a gun. Police chase him all the time but in the end they were helpless. Later on when it was evening everyone gathered by local store in my home village. The man with gun was there, everyone gathered by the store due to him. People were talking and stuff, but everyone was scared. When the gunman lost his focus I grabbed his gun and pointed it at him. Everyone sat on the ground, somewhat sad. I shouted that they only listened to him because he had a gun, which he used as argument of force to keep them there. The man took another gun, two more people with shotguns appeared. My pistol turned into double barrelled shotgun. One of the gunmen said that all these people don't want me here and that they'll cleanse the streets. I replied that I'll start cleansing them with him, then ran away, found cover and pointed my shotgun at the gunman.

The interesting thing about this dream is that I watch the whole thing from an outside perspective. The dream is about a policeman on the run from other because he helps break an innocent woman out of jail. Inside of the jail there is a ton of money and the policeman calls the governement to ask if it is okay to break out of jail. When the government says no, the two break out anyway and attempt to drive away in a black SUV. Inside the SUV there is a police radio that alerts them to the fact that the police are looking for them. All of a sudden a cop car is behind the SUV casually following. They decide to park the SUV and get out walking casually away but are then noticed by some other policemen and taken into custody.