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When I glance back at the titles for my dream journals I notice they seem to be sort of lacking in grammatical structure and fairly ridiculous souding. What's really happening is I'm condensing the title I already have in my DJ and making it more comprehensible, while still including key points of the dream to help me recall them at a glance. I also recorded this entire dream by typing it out on my phone because I couldn't find my dream journal. Sometimes I will use a memo program so I can keep my eyes closed and more freely describe the dream and details of it (it's pretty cool, and ends up translating waayyyy differently onto paper when I hear it later). Yay, the things I do!
Awareness:4-8
Vividness:5-7
(what I wrote under it) I actually noticed some low res/blurry textures, lots of these just before I woke up.
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I'm walking around a small shopping area (I don't know the right word for it, it has your local food store, some food places, etc). It's pitch black outside, and I'm walking with a person who I think is my mom, but really isn't (maybe a guy? I don't even know). I pass by what is a Greatclips in real life, but notice it is now a narrow but lengthy bookstore. The door is locked, but fulfilling my expectation for my mom, the person hands me a heavy gold/bronze key with some sort of ornate gemstone set into the base. I unlock the door, and walk inside (I have some companions with me and draw some comfort from their presence, but never look or speak at them, I just know they're friendly and have my back). The bookstore is well lit, and as I walk all the way to the back (the store has 3 very long shelves then shelves lining the walls and a counter to the back right) I notice the janitor crouched down by his cleaning supplies, checking a song on his music player. I wonder if he will care that I'm in this store after hours, but 30 seconds later he seems to be manning the "night shift" of the store, sitting behind the counter and speaking fluent spanish with some teenagers who are buying books and sodas. Pleased that I can understand it, I walk around some more looking for books in The wheel of time series. I don't know what they look like, but heard that they were very good. I end up crouching down to leaf through a series of florescent, ultra shiny political books (given the length, I think pamphlet would really be a better word). **DAMN IT, I knew it had something to do with congress and incompetence and/or scandal but didn't write it down in the morning because I'm a worthless bum. oh well, even my subconscious thinks congress is BLEH** I don't actualy read any of the books, just flip through till the end of one of them to see a few diagrams.


Some evil baddies are laying siege to my (greatly enlarged) house, and I have to escape by daringly wall running along the outside of our spare room. Later, we are still outside of the house facing the wall, and I am nailing in 4 nails to an elevated coffin (our sworn enemy, don't know how I know this, it's just who I was supposed to be). I think it must be an old Bruce Wayne, and the large audience seated behind me is greatly amused by this false respect for our most hated foe. I have a corroded metal nail (about 4 feet long) that I am using to bang in the nails of the coffin. As I near the back side, I can see a hole in the side of the coffin and it turns out Bruce Wayne looks like Billy Joe Armstrong (the lead singer for greenday and my favorite band in middle school). Not only that, but he appears very much alive.

There's actually quite a bit more to these dreams, but this laptop has a parental control feature that automatically logs off at 1AM, so I'll have to make this a two parter and finish it later today.

I'm in a big group of friends at my school, casually sitting on a picnic table and sinking my teeth into an apple. I'm pretty annoyed because this one girl is being super clingy, holding onto my arm and stroking my face, and her fingernails are causing pricks of actual pain to my skin. Some unknown que from my mind helps me to realize that it is time for me to leave, and I walk up to a massive pickup truck in the carpool line and get in. Inside is one of the girls who rides with me in real life up in the front, and some random woman who is driving. I wish my description of the dream could live up to the enticing title, but all I recall is driving slowly along in the car with light gray skies and a rain sprinkling the windows. The woman driver for some reason asked me a question about religion, then got ridiculously offended by me saying that I was an atheist. Things got really hazy at this point, but I remember having a surprising awareness of my surroundings, both outside and inside the car. Needless to say a rather detailed and heated debate ensued, but I can't remember most of it. Pretty much the woman would not back off, even though I tried to be a peacemaker multiple times.

Vividness: Around 6-7/15 (10 being lucid) (From the night of Wednesday, 5/8/13)
Awareness: 6/10
Sleep times 11:05PM, 6:56 AM, 7:20AM
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I am at a pool (one I am not familiar with) and there seem to be many people (indistinct blurs, I don't exactly focus on the detail here) running around the edges. Somehow I gather that there is an 'evil spirit' that transfers through contact (my subconscious can't make up it's mind: sometimes there are many and I'm made to believe that they're devouring people, sometimes just one) and chases you around endlessly. I remember running up the stairs of a mini tiki hut by the side of the pool, and getting jostled as people crowd up in the small doorless frame. I get tagged a few times, but feel no effect and immediately get someone else as the running in circles cycle continues.

At some point I'm at a pool I used to go to as a child, and the water level is a few inches about the floor (so the entire surface of the pool, concrete and all are covered with at least 6 inches of water, the pool parts going down to 14 feet). I am splashing along the edges of the pool and seem to glimpse sharks near the bottom of one of them. I notice that the water is very sparkly and pale, and the concrete has a bleached look about it. This was the middle dream, then the pool location switches back to the first.

More running around, then (about 453632626 hours later my mind realizes if I'm getting chased I can actually LEAVE the premises) the focus switches to there being bombs in either the pool or one of the cars in the parking lot (a flat gravelly area with dense foliage on all sides, not a place I recognize). I'm trying to think about where to go, and glance over at the suddenly enlarged entrance to the pool to see a mass of people trying to leave and drive away. I notice my dad and mom, and as I do so there is a movement out of the corner of my eye and all the cars drive away, leaving one empty white SUV conspicuously parked near me (at least the passenger side was). I usher my parents out of the building, and I recognize slight fear and confusion on my dad's face as I single him out in the crowd.

I'm at the pool parking lot still, but deathly afraid and run along the gravelly path that makes way for a cheap asphalt road. Here I am very aware of some of my limbs, and glance over my shoulder every few seconds, moving my neck quickly. I can see a great amount of detail, with flickering lights shining through the leaves behind me and giving off beautiful shadows on the ground (I almost never notice shadows in dreams). There appears to be some pulsating 2-D shape moving along the ground and emitting a strange 'eeeeeeeeee', but my mind deems it nonthreatening and I stumble onwards. I make turns aimlessly and don't really recall the scenery, just the fact that I need to run away and I'm lost. I finally am running down a extremely narrow, lineless road that heads towards a coffee shop I sometimes go to on the weekends. As I run, I meet up with a misleadingly innocuous girl, slightly shorter than me with an average, unattractive face with brown hair and eyes. I somehow learn that she is a vampire (my disoriented brain is trying to tie in with the spirit-monsters from earler) and mistakes me for one as well. We talk briefly, but as we reach the entrance of the coffee shop, she realizes I am a human as a bulky, lumbering male companion of hers steps out onto the road to meet us. She says how they bite thousands of humans every day, and I feel an immense relief, not having realized how scared I was that if I were to get bitten, it would hurt badly (thinking I probably had been bitten before, and either I didn't remember it or it was not painful). I start to run back down the road, and she lopes gracefully after me. We swing our arms at each other, and I block a quick secession of blows with the sides of my forearms, somehow hitting a combo to disable an attack buff (...? even I don't remember or know what I'm talking about here). We exchange some deadly hand to hand blows, and then I have NO IDEA what happens next. Talk about crazy sickness-induced dreams, eh?

Damn it! I had already written 4-5 paragraphs of this when it got deleted. I don't feel motivated to go into my dream snippets with as much detail and gusto, but I'll try (yayyy enthusiasm ). To summarize, I have 4 dream fragments, some of which were chained between waking, and I remembered more but they faded before I could record. I promise it'll be have mas detalles manana. Until then, adios

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I am walking in a planetarium/mall, with train tracks looping across the floor, and planets of various shapes and sizes hanging from the ceiling. At some point, I am on a tour, but am ignoring the annoying, overenthusiastic tour guide to play with a piece of red lint on my jacket (much more interesting, I know). I eventually wander off and make it into a room with a giant, rancor-like monster situated in the dead center. There are oblivious pedestrians streaming past him, and he is growling menacingly to deaf ears. For some reason, I can drop a tab down over him, listing his name and "level", which is 594.

I am in a public bathroom similar to one at my soccer academy in waking life. As I walk past the vacant urinals (with no dividers, for some reason), I stop near to the end, taking a piss. As I do this, I notice a young couple studiously swapping spit in the dead center of the bathroom. Not thinking it odd, I zip up and leave (dream germs are dangerous too, kiddies).

*I wake up at this point, get some water, and record the first two dreams*

I am back outside the bathroom with some friends, wanting to investigate a scream. When we go in, we see the woman has been brutally murdered, and there appears to be a teeth-shaped cavity in her arm (nope, no zombies, sorry). For some reason, I think suspicion might fall on me, and eagerly run to a table that has appeared in the middle of the room and hold up my axe (apparently I own one), to show it is clean and unbloodied. I then point to the man from earlier, holding an bloody axe and standing over the woman's body, blood dripping from his mouth.

*At this point I wake up again*

I have somehow learned that the man is similar to an x-files monster of the week, and in addition to being a cannibal, gets most of his energy from electricity. The bathroom lights are out, and when I run outside, the door leads out of my house, and I am in my neighborhood. I run out into the cul de sac and scream at each of the neighbor's driveway in turn; "Turn it OFF", as they comply. I do this with 3 houses, then get up to the house where a quite attractive girl lives. We've had an on-again, off-again relationship, and seeing her in the dream is apparently enough to make me completely forget about the crazed, electrically charged cannibal that was running behind me moments before. As I approach her driveway, I see her and her dad going to get the mail. I run up and talk to them a bit, and somehow we are all sitting on the pavement by their mailbox, limbs all tangled together improbably. At this point, my alarm goes off, and I realize I'm knotted in blankets.

The night is fairly normal, with me having gone to bed later than usual, and falling asleep on the floor...It is not until 7:30AM that I wake up and recall snippets about a misadventure in Iran, but I don't record and the recall fades. I get some water then go back to bed. I am jumping around in a Chernobyl-like setting, with very uneven, coral-like ground. I know I am on a mission, and walk around for some time, investigating the weird monsters strolling the dilapidated streets. At some point, a partner joins me, and we head up an open air staircase attached to a hotel. Once at the top, he grabs a crowbar leaning against the concrete of the stairs and priest open the rusting metal door with a deafening screech. As we step inside, I notice an oriental carpet with a long, narrow, dimly lit hall and gas lamps lighting every 10 feet, ensuring patches of pure darkness. In the middle of the long hallway, there is a group of about 20 people in nondescript clothing, attempting to get into a room that I realize is mine, and holding various knives and concrete chunks as weapons. I begin to sprint towards them, gaining speed as I flow in and out of the visibility of the lamps. As I near them, I take a colossal step and leap over their heads, only to be grabbed by the thumb and halted in mid air. The one who grabbed my thumb, "M", smiles and says "You're dreaming, and that's the best you can do?"

There is a soft roaring in my ears, and a faint murmuring chorus from the heavens, one of my dream signs. I suddenly feel claustrophobic, the assembled bodies of the invaders crowding in on me. Recognizing the song playing, I get an inkling of what to do. yelling "WHOA" as loudly as i can, I blast the group away, and run for the door at the opposite end of the hallway, wanting fresh air. Once I get outside and there is an icy breeze on my face, I calm down enough to stabilize, with falling snow gently coating my hand as i examine it. I have 5 seconds of peace doing so, then someone roughly shakes my shoulder as the music gets louder. "IT'S COMINGGGGGGG!" he shouts, grabbing my hand and pulling me back inside. I *****At this point I feel in danger of losing my lucidity, and ignore him, telling myself once i gain control, I can handle anything that comes my way. As I begin to focus on my hand once again, the collective voices from the heavens reaches an all time high, and I realize what the song is, knowing what comes next. There is a great whooshing sound from above, and the scuttle of claws on concrete as something lands on the roof of the hotel, shaking the building and causing dust to fall from the ceiling while the oil lamps shake and tingle on their strings. There is momentary silence as everyone who was in the hallway looks up, and quickly, quietly, the ceiling starts to bend upwards, metal rods and concrete bending and breaking as it does so. I catch a glimpse of thousands of darkly glinting scales and two red eyes as a head slowly snakes through the hole and stares directly at me. I grin and rub my hands together. "Hello, big boy"
I reach out a palm and touch the dragon's snout, as fire engulfs the hallway.
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Yup! That's it. Sounds pretty epic, but unfortunately I woke up straight after that point, never having been 100% in control of the dream. I'm pretty psyched about the clarity of this dream, and the fact that on my first night attempting a MILD/DILD, I had one. Definitely going to keep working on it, and tell me what you think!
Also, the theme song was from Skyrim, that's how I knew the dragon was coming. It's pretty cool, check it out! The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Main Theme - Real Full Version -HQ - YouTube