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I was in some classroom. I was holding an assault rifle, there was a shootout within students, and some kind of ranks on how much has been killed. I was sneaking around, some students at s lesson. When I was about to shoot, the door to classroom opened and my father appeared. He was wearing only trousers and in one hand holding a shirt, in other a loaf of bread.

With pals we took a rocket and flewn to a distant planet. We had to wear protective suits as the air was filled with toxic gasses. We went out and moved up a hill, and then we saw enemies - huge, muscular humanoids in the distance. I took out a rifle and started shooting to them. At first I couldn't land a hit, but then I shot one of them, presumably their leader as when it died, others took his body and escaped. We had to go back to rocket, to refill our air tanks.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Went to bed at maybe 12:15, then fiddled around trying to find an alarm app for DEILD until I found a pretty decent one that you could change the length of the alarm and set it to turn off by itself. Then I proceeded to lie in bed waiting for sleepdom for roughly 3 hours. I fell asleep somewhere between 3-4 and woke up at 6:50ish. I then couldn't get back to sleep until 8ish and woke up at 9:10 I think. I had planned to get up earlier so I could actually fix my sleeping issue, since waking up earlier helps me sleep. I was too tired to wake up any earlier and my friend came over knocking his fist on my door so I couldn't go back to sleep anyways . My insomnia might be getting worse because of the approaching summer and intense heat we've had lately, along with the shorter nights (sun sets earlier and rises earlier).

Dream - Spec ops
I seem to be hopping from train to train at different points in the dream. Towards the end I was on a train with another guy, the trains weren't even really trains now that I think about it. It looked like a bullet train that was squashed dorso-ventrally, there were two seats which you had to lie down on your stomach to be in. I think I was some kind of spec ops unit operating on infiltrating something. The guy next to me was the actual driver of the train and he got a call from his boss and they said some name for the location which I forgot... Started with a 'P' and 'ong' in the name. I try to explain to the other that we're in a predicament, I show him there electronic dog tags that have the name on it and a little bit of history. They're some kind of organization that was going to kill us once they got the delivery to leave no witnesses. We arrive at the location (I think we went through some sort of train tunnel), which is in a desert looking area. We go 'inside' the train, and sit in the cockpit seats, it looks exactly likely the inside of a safari kind of jeep. In fact, it's almost like the whole vehicle turned into a safari jeep. I tell the other guy to leave the talking to me and step outside to talk to the an approaching man. He's wearing military gear with a rifle strapped around his shoulder. I try to act natural because I'm not actually supposed to be here. I kind of wake up after this in a haze and start becoming more conscious of the dream floating around in my head, thinking of different strategies to deal with the situation until I realize that I'm awake.

First dream - fragment

I was in school. I entered the toilet, and entered a cabin. Then I saw that there was no wall, so cabins opened to open space, from where I could see inside of the girls toilet. I looked at other guys using the toilet. They were really confused.

Second dream

I was sneaking in a mansion of a rich businessman. I tried to reach his treasury. The corridor was dark, but I could see all the great architecture and expensive furniture. When I was sneaking, I was interrupted by the businessman. To remain hidden I had to hang from the window. The fat, bald man entered a room with a young servant. I though Old sex addict. And jumped down to the courtyard.

That is when I was spotted by a general of an army. He was wearing full plate armor. I saw my associate. We were running away from the squad of knights. Then vechicle of speacial forces blocked our way. We had to escape to underground parking. We were stuck on the stairway, as we were surrounded from outside and isnide.

We found some sniper rifles, and were shooting with soldiers. My associate got killed. I shot down a few of them, when they were running from the cover of vechicles. Then I got shot. I felt strong, piercing pain in my lower body, left side.

I decided to run anyway. I shot down everyone inside, and ran for the way outside. It was blocked by some girls, which I had to kill to go away. After killing them, I summoned a game menu, and loaded a save state. The girls were no longer blocking my way in this altered universe. I ran for the surface, and escaped from special forces.

I got shot down in a dark, neaby alley.

Third dream - fragment

With siblings we went outside, and looked over the horizon. Huge mountains suddenly grown there. We chose one to climb up, and went to do this.

1st. So this game was based of Minecraft although it isn't from anything to do with Minecraft which confuses me. It was kind of like this pre-game challenge to enter a new world. It involved lots of little rectangles, I actually had no idea what I was doing and was just moving mine randomly but I somehow won. This spawned me into a Minecraft based world without the pixels. I walked around a bit taking in my surroundings. Soon after I appeared someone else did too! He had a rifle. He shot me.
The health system also worked the way Minecraft did, so this time it killed me and I had to re-spawn and do the whole puzzle puzzle competition thing again. When finally won and appeared back in the world the man was nearby and this time I ran although when he shot me this time it shot me way over the world at a really high speed. I ended up on some mountain, even though I was far away I still felt the need to keep on running, eventually I found an awesome house that I stayed at and called home… for 5 minutes. I’m pretty sure that the bedroom on the second floor blew up and alarms went off, so I began to hustle out of town when a wild animal appeared and started attacking, I’m pretty sure that was the end of that dream although at some point I may have gone to Uncle Duncan’s house in Omeo

2nd. All I remember from this dream was driving on a semi-icy/ wet road. Shayla was the driver and Mum and I were in the car too. This dream involved driving up several hills, and going around roundabouts. Scary at the time.

I walk into a baseball park, walking next to a beautiful huskey, unleashed, that isn't mine, and I didn't know the name of. We walk to the back of the fields, the dog sniffing around and such, then it looked up in the direction of some woodlands behind the fields. A strange black goat, with flesh hanging off in spots, and with no eyes, comes sprinting past out of the woods. It passes us quickly, then collapses at the closest sidewalk to us. There was no blood around the animal, and nothing chasing it. And even stranger, the goat didn't look as if the wounds were inflicted on it. They seemed to be.. a part of it. The husky walks off, paying no attention to the animal. I examine it a little more though. Then in the next instant there is a boy next to me that I didn't know either. I had never seen his face before. He never gave a name, and said nothing at first. After glancing at the carcas, he told me to watch out for something, but I didn't catch what he told me to look out for. It seemed my dream wouldn't let me hear it, because when he repeated it a little more urgently, I still could not understand.
I called the dog over using a name that I didn't know, and couldn't hear. Like the boy, I couldn't hear or think the name I called out to.
The dog ran over to me, and just as he neared me, and man in a car pulled up alongside the sidewalk, a rifle in hand. He said nothing as he drove past, only looked at me and the boy, but I got the feeling if pure terror.
I ran away, with the dog and boy in tow. I called out the boys name, and again could not understand the name I had called, and told him to run faster.


And that was were it ended. But fast forward four and a half years, I have the same exact dream again. This time, I knew the names of the boy and the dog. I could call them out in the dream. The boy, I met in my second half of freshmen year, highschool, and he turned out to be my boyfriend in my sophomore year, Sam.

I have yet to tell him of my dreams, and we are still together to this day.

As for the dog, it turned out to be the boys dog (Sam's dog), Chaga.
(Pronounced: Cha-Sha)

The goat and the man are still a mystery to me. As well as what Sam was trying to warn me about. That is still not clear.

I'm not sure if I should let Sam know about my dream, or not. I have no idea if it has any significance. But when I had the dream, I did not know him then, and had never seen him before. We lived in different states altogether.

The reason I didn't recognise him from my dream the instant I met him was because somehow I had forgotten about the dream completely until I had it again a few days ago. Then I woke up and remembered everything.


Is there anything anyone can explain to me? Maybe why I dreamed about someone I met four and a half years later? Or maybe the significance of it if at all?

Sunday 11.24.13

Last night, bed around midnight. 3rd night in a row meditating on bed before sleep. 3rd night nice, interesting dreams.

DR
Going through a futuristic building with my futuristic rifle. It has a small screen, laser sights, and a few control buttons. I'm leading a group of people out of there.

I take up a position behind some concrete blocks, with my back to the wall. I take an aim at the distant door on top of short stairwell. We are expecting the enemy. The door opens and enemy soldiers in black, shiny uniforms walk cautiously inside. I see my gree laser dot and stream is on them, but my rifle had shot down. I fumble with the controls to turn it back on.

Sept. 18, 2003:
I had this dream that I was back in my aunt's old house, and there were all of these zombies everywhere. And they weren't stupid, shuffling zombies, even though they were all nasty looking, they were cunning and intelligent zombies. They'd plan traps and pull all kinds of tricks and stuff, and this made them far more dangerous than your average zombie. And of course, the old standby - get bitten by a zombie, and you turn into a zombie.

So I'm holed up in this house, and there are zombies everywhere, and of course houses are not terribly secure, especially old ones. And this person busts in, and I think he's a zombie so I try to kill him, but it turns out he's one of the few people left who's still human... his name is, of all things, Sniper, and he's a sharpshooter. He's also a total asshole, but that's beside the point.
The problem - we have several guns (Sniper's are very nice and very deadly, mine's a worn out rifle and a pistol) but very little ammunition. The odds that this house has ammunition are slim to none. If we go outside to get it, we're toast. I have a feeling that Sniper sees me as a minor annoyance/possible human shield, at best. Especially since I have a habit of forgetting to reload the shotgun and running out of ammunition at the worst possible time.
Anyway, we secure the house as much as possible, you know the drill - board up the windows, etc. Except we're gonna run out of stuff to board windows up with, so we decide to secure a smaller but tactically crucial section of the house. By this point we're running pretty low on ammunition, although I've gotten a few chances to prove that I'm not completely worthless. Just mostly.
So once everything's secured, someone knocks on the front door. Sniper opts to open it since he has much better aim than I do. So he cracks the door open, and there's a woman standing out there, and she's obviously a zombie. But she pleads with him a little bit, says she only wants some money, that she needs to feed her kids (who are little zombie-lings by this point). So Sniper, in an odd fit of human compassion, opens the door to pass some money through, and the two evil children attack him. He shoots them before they can bite him or anything and the mother runs away, dropping a pistol that happened to be fully loaded. So we're like “cool, ammo”.
So then I had to go down into the basement, I don't remember why, I think it was to look for food and see if there was any ammunition down there (even though odds are, there was not), and I get freaked out when I see this zombie (the one from earlier) trying to get in through the basement windows... she can't, though, because there's a metal grating over them. So I grab what I need (no ammo down there) and run upstairs again. And that's when the dream sort of faded out.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

--7-31-2013--

Darkness light on the stage:
I can't type much for this dream. The main reason being that the plot of the dream jumped all over the place, you could say it was super random. But i will list the bits i remember.

I'm fairly certain that i had no clothes on and a bunch of girls walked into the room i was in. Then there were some bits of me practicing with my percussion section in an auditorium. Then the last bit was me in the auditorium, no lights were on, it was dark, i had a small light, i was looking for at least some one from my section but i could find none.

Help- regression, obsession , I can't keep away from her touch
Leave no doubt, to find out , It's calling me back to my home:
I was lost. I was in asia, somewhere rural. There were forests, rivers, and small towns scattered all about. I always had the feelings about where i needed to go, and i followed those feelings, only to find myself lost again.

I arrived to a dusty old town. I looked around. I felt to go to a church like place. Once there, i decided to leave. I found a car as i moved through the town. The car wasn't operational. That night, i crept into a house located on the edge of a cliff. The house had a hostile and noble feel to it. As i crept into the back part of the house, The room suddenly flipped upside down and i saw a man with a sword. I was certain he was going to attack me.

I have a rifle, i'm walking along a road. It's still night. I'm trying to get somewhere, however, i'm being chased. Maybe i'm being chased by some law enforcement, why would they chase me? I think i hear shots up ahead, or maybe it was pure impulse. I run into the woods on my left. I see dead bodies of innocent people everywhere. I run. I'm about to get out on the other side of the woods when an armed police man appears, he moves his rifle into position to shoot. I get my rifle but the clip is out. I reload. I wake up.

As i look back at this dream, i realize i'm where i need to be. Home is still home, at least for now, but now is fine enough.

--8-1-2013--

The Will, Desire, Curiosity , Idea, or even Chance to walk and break structured load:
I'm in a car accident. Something of the sort. I find myself after with two seemingly broken legs and a broken wrist. I walk into a store with crutches and a cast on my right hand. I see people i know, it's sort of embarrassing i think, so i decide to walk without the crutches. After making that decision. I drop the crutches and free my right arm. Sure, it's a little weak, but i was walking fine and i could move my right wrist. Hehe, incredible.

That's all i feel like logging on here right now. I'll likely post some more tomorrow.

I'm walking up my grandma and grandpas drive way. It's long enough to fit 11 or 12 cars on it probably more, and it goes uphill. My cousin appears behind me about 20 feet away, he has a semi-automatic rifle of sorts, and is chasing me up the drive way and shooting at me. He some how misses me each time even though the bullets are flying so close past me. I hear his feet steps getting closer behind me, so I decide I'd better turn around & fight him off. When I turn around he's right behind me and he aims is rifle right at me, but I quickly grab it and pull it from his grasp. I aim the rifle at him and shoot at his right arm, my bullets hit him through his right arm, but his arm just turn skinny and gimpy, no blood or pain or anything. Then he grabs a small hand gun from out of his pocket and swings his gimpy arm up, with each arm swing a bullet is shot towards me, so I decide to continue running to my grandmas house. He is still chasing me, I run into the open garage, then I sloppily open the door in the garage that leads into the house, my grandma is cooking something in the kitchen, I run up to her and tell her that my cousin is chasing me and trying to shoot me, then he to enters the house, only now he has morphed into when he was like 6 or 7 years old, he was a crybaby, so now he runs to his mom who is just standing in the hallway, I'm confused as to what she is doing here, because she has been divorced out of the family & has done horrible things to my family so why would she be aloud in this house?? I run up to her and tell her that he was trying to shoot me, then she asks him if it is true, then he bursts into tears trying to get sympathy or something, he tells her that I was the queen and that he wants to be the queen. I just walk towards the door that leads to the garage and tell my grandma that I'm gonna go to grandpas to get more ammo because I know my cousin will go after me again when people aren't around, she says alrighty and kisses my on my head and I make my way. When I get to my grandpas door he answers and hugs me, I tell I need ammo to fend someone off, he goes digging around and brings me this homemade looking ceramic jar, it has 6 or 7 bullet in it, and two weird looking rings, rings I feel are important to my grandpa, I wonder if he knows they are in the jar because surely he wants them, then I wonder if he is giving them to me for protection and luck, I don't know. I make my way down the driveway in a baby blue 57 chevy, then a black car pulls up slowly beside me, and it's my enemy but it isn't my cousin anymore he turned into somebody else, he tells me he gives up and will leave me be, then drives ahead of me and I drive behind much slower until the black car turns to the right in the road, I usually come and go from the right, but when I got to the end of the driveway I see the black car pulling away from a car that is just sitting in the side road dirt facing me just waiting, so Instead of going right as usual I take a left, as I do this my chevy turn into a mountain bike, and I know I can't get far on bike in a car chase so I look to my right and see this black road go into the brush that I'd never seen before, I turn onto this road and the car sees this and goes off roading on the land before this road so I decide to get off the bike and run away on foot, and I run on the road side through nature still going left. For now I seemed to have lost him, but now I suddenly am on a black Harley Davidson with my niece holding on to my waist, It's getting quite dark, the sun is almost completely down, while riding on the highway my niece points out this place to the left of the road that is full of lit up jumpers with kids playing. I pull in to let my niece play in the jumpers for a little while. I tell her we can't stay for to long because I feel we are still being pursued. I go into a jumper with her, It's amazing, usually jumpers are just square shaped and although these jumpers are pure white, they have stairs, holes, tunnels nooks and corners. While admiring the jumper I notice that all my pockets are empty, I panic and tell my nice that I've been picket pocketed, and then she just gives me a smug look and pulls my wallet and stuff from behind her back, and I snag my stuff obviously not amused. I tell her it's time to go so we walk to the motorcycle I see that my rifle was just left in a leather pocket on the side for anybody to just take it, and people where there checking it out, but I tell them to fuck off and me and my niece get on and drive off. I see that across the street is a gas station, I decide to pull into the gas station for no reason and I take my niece into the store and I tell her she can get something, she runs to the makeup section and she picks up a little container of dual color lip gloss and asks if she can get it so I tell it that is fine and we go the counter and I put the lip gloss on the counter and tell the woman I want to purchase this item, and she says we can only purchase the lip gloss if she puts some of it on everyone, I tell her I don't want wear any makeup and then she chases me and pins me down then smears a lot of the goop into my lips, now they're a horrid purple, and the woman puts some on my niece, and some on herself and some on all of her co-workers. I try desperately to get the lip gloss but it spreads all over the more I try, now it's covering my arms and it's all glittery. My niece isn't even moving like she doesn't mind. Then the dream scene changes suddenly and my niece is gone, and I don't know where I am, I walk and I see three girls hanging out and talking between what looks like a narrow alley entrance, the two building they are in between are blank and completely white like a cartoon, a very generic cartoon. Even the ground is completely white. I go down the alley and walk passed the three girls who are preppy and stuck up. I walk all the way to the end and it turns to the right and continues to a dead end with a door and two other doors across from each other on the side. I then realize this is a school of sorts, and those three girls are students. I go and lean against the wall between the end door and the door on the left, I accidentally lean on the side door and it makes a noise and an older man with a uni brow and dark hair and eyes opens it obviously annoyed and tells me not to lean on his door for it will distract his students during their testing. I slide a little closer to the end door and wait for the bell to ring so I can go into the class and learn whatever they are teaching. While I'm waiting a girl walks up and leans on the wall next to me. She has black hair and is shy, we give each other a shy smile and just stand there awkwardly and I'm nervous because I'm attracted to her. The bell rings but nobody comes out of the classroom, even though I heard them earlier through the doors. Me and the shy girl give each other a confused look, then just slowly and cautiously open the end door and peek in. We hear voices coming from behind us, so we look and its those three girls and they walk into the door that the guy who yelled at me was in and they slam the door shut. So me and the girl walk into the end class and shut the door behind us, in the classroom is no students desks, just a long white bench that goes along two walls, there is a older blonde woman at one corner, and boy with brown hair and a big nose sitting at the other end, me and the girl sit in the middle next to each other. The blonde woman seems to be the teacher, but she looks like a porn star or something. She is talking to the boy and when we listen into their conversation we hear him say that he likes to eat toilet paper that has been between a woman's vagina. The other three of us give each other a weirded out look, and then the teacher has toilet paper and wipes her self with it then tosses it for the boy to catch and it has a pink hue like she had her period and she says sorry but the boy says he eats toilet paper like that too, and begins to eat it in the most barbaric way, and it gets awkward in the room so me and the shy girl get up and leave the classroom and we never spoke to each other but we had the same energy wave so we didn't need to. I am disappointed that I didn't get to learn anything, It's like I craved new knowledge. Then the dream scene changes again and I'm on a clipper ship with a crew and none of them I know and they already know what to do, it is very dark, the sky is black I can't see a moon or any stars, the ocean its black and it scares me, the light I can see is from the dim lanterns and candles on my clipper ship, and the lights from the civilization on the nearing dock. We finally get there and my crew stays on the ship, when I get off I wonder why I even have a ship so I go to this man with White hair and ask him if he can help me sell my ship. He laughs at me and tells me nobody is going to buy my ship, confused I ask well why not? and he says that all the people are horrified of my ship, I again ask him well why? and then he says because your ship is forever followed by sharks, and I become afraid, and I think there is no way I'm getting back on that ship, so I abandon it and just wander the dock looking at all the lights and faces wondering what I'm to do.

Shotgun

I got off of a bus. I have a man at gun-point. I step off cautiously with him in front of me, and then at the back of the bus, I see a guy with a shot-gun kneeling down.

I say to the guy I'm holding at gun-point, "Is he your protection?" The guy says, "Yea."

I see the other guy at the back, and I see him as I look underneath the bus. I back into a building with my guy in front of me and I say to the guy with the shotgun, "Come on! Let's go! Come and get me!"

In the building, I shoot the guy and run. Shooting my pistol was not vivid, but I did make the decision to pull the trigger, and he was no longer with me after that point.

I ran through the room and found another room. It was poorly lit, and had old, makeshift wood tables and not much more. They were well built, but not store bought. Here comes the guy with the shotgun.

He comes in and he shoots me on the left side of my stomach. Damn! I can feel it, but it isn't as bad as it would be if I were really shot (obviously?). I'm not bleeding, but I have some sense that I'm hit, and that that isn't good.

Shotgun guy is now doing something on the other side of the room, and he is with a buddy of his. I make it over to them and take the shotgun. It is as long as an old musket style rifle. It is very un-wieldy.

I pump it and I cock it. I pull out some wire thing from the front, but I have to hurry and shoot or the people will move and take the gun, so I just shoot. Click! It dry-fired.

I pump the gun and cock it again. The wire thing is still out. The length of the entire unit is ridiculously long. I dry-fire again.

I pump and cock again, and realize I need bullets. pull back a bolt action system to open a place for a bullet. This gun apparently requires every preparation device ever created for a gun. I find a medicine bottle with little 5 sided tablets. They were the size of a tic-tac, but with 5 sides and they were cream-colored. There were also these little discs about the same size in the bottle. I dumped some of the tablets in where I opened the bolt, and shut it again. I fired at one of the guys.

The tablets just popped out with no real consequence. Fuck! I had needed to push the wire thing in. Now I start to look for more tablets. I find a pill tube full of those pins with a little plastic thing at one end. I put it back. I'm screwed.

Nothing much happens from there except that I'm under this guys control. I keep looking for ways to get away. Eventually, I feel like asking if the guys holding me now could just call it even. I shot one guy, they shot me, and now we aren't doing anything to each other. Let's just go our separate ways and leave each other alone.

I woke up then.

09/02/2011
8:30am

2 guys and I were on the run and needed back packs. I had a rifle and one guy had a hand gun. Together we went into a small store next to the apartments I grew up in. Instead of robbing the place outright we peruse the shelves and hide our guns.

While looking I hide the rifle by leaning it up against one of the racks that had glass sides and held folded T-shirts. The hand gun was slid under another rack. I continued to look but couldn't choose a back pack. We where running out of time.

The store owner walked over to the door and locked it because he thought something was wrong. I instinctively made a run for it and found that the door was indeed not locked. As I leave I signal the other guys to hurry up and yell "Lets Fn' go already!!!"

Outside in the parking lot I realize that we failed to get a backpack. We ran off through the field and it became night as I remember stomping through the grass and around a mud puddle.

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

I was chilling in my house at night, the lights were off but I could still see. I had a friends with me. (random guy I've never seen before) and we went out on the deck because it was a really pretty night out, warm but not hot, gentle breeze blowing. So we were out there for like an hour, and we go back inside and these thieves have cleaned out my house. I mean they took flashlights, T.V.s guns, But they forgot one rifle. My friend is like "Man let's call the cops." But I didn't listen. I grabbed the rifle and some ammo and trail the guys back to where they live in my car, my friend decided to come along. I caught them getting out of the car and it was a family! In two cars. 2 babies, like 4 guys, a woman, and 2 more guys in the house and another 2 women. So I get out of the car and they're all laughing and stuff. I come up behind the woman and point a gun at her head and tell them to get my stuff. The guy draws a gun on me and the rest of them come out of the house, at this time I don't know where my friend went. All of a sudden everyone except me and my friend vanishes and we take my stuff back and leave. Really weird.

Second dream I was in my house again, and I felt like something was watching me or with me. So I said what I usually say when I feel bad spirits "I encourage the good to defend me, and the evil are not welcome here!" I heard like this growl... It was the creepiest thing ever. It was like a dog but as low as a bass guitar. I begin to feel light headed. So I say again "BEGONE EVIL SPI-" Before I can finish it I hear a scream and at the same time I hear the scream I feint. When I wake, my sister, dad, and step-mom are at the door so I let them in and told them what happened. They are DC's so they didn't care much. Wasn't a nightmare but it was creepy.

It was after everything changed. There was no more civilization. At one point in the dream I heard someone saying how they remembered when you could order a hot dog with catchup, so apparently we were eating rations. Maybe there was no electricity--I don't exactly know. There was a greyish hue to everything.

I spent most of the dream frustrated because there were old revolvers in perfect working order, but they weren't mine, and there were rifles, but they weren't mine.

I have enough money in waking life to buy a rifle if I want one, but don't want to spend the money right now. I carried that knowledge into my dream and was so mad because there was not buying a rifle now. Everybody wanted them to fight the people who might come around. At one point I told a friend from when I worked at K & C bedrooms that I just didn't want to become a slave in some roving band.

He said he would work on helping me find my own gun, but it never happened. I took a rifle and saw a cartoon of a Monopoly character running through a cartoon town. I got him in triple sights on a rifle, aimed ahead of him, and shot. A pretend drawing of a bullet arced onto the paper and killed the man. I really wanted a rifle then.

Then I was outside. There were a bunch of people, some on a bridge to one side, and some coming up from behind on another side. Right in front of me was a beautiful girl that I recognize from somewhere--probably a movie star or something. She was fantastically gorgeous. Her blouse was unbuttoned a few buttons.

She came up and kissed me square on the mouth. She was leaving her boyfriend. I hugged her close and I kissed the side of her breast. I actually felt her breast mush in. (Why did it have to be a dream?) She had a nice body. I heard her boyfriend telling me I better buy her two cars. I looked at her and told her I can't do that and if that is a problem she shouldn't have kissed me. She said she was only joking when she kissed me.

I told her that I had kissed her once before a long time ago, so it wasn't a joke when she kissed me now. I kissed her on the mouth again, then held her close and kissed the side of her breast again. It was vivid and wonderful.

I had taken 1 Spirulina and 1 B-Complex that night.