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I was on a hill with a lot of houses in the area. There were mountains in the distance an I was in a school. At the school, I was taking a police psychological evaluation for employment. The girl doing the test was a bitch but I managed to pass it. I got excited when I did and decided to go visit my aunt Fina. I was then at Nathan's house with some cats and Nikki.
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I was in my apartment with someone. Nikki and the rats were in the bathroom and little ghosts/wisps like the ones in Brave started appearing and playing with the cat. I took pictures and videos of the wisps. which were different colors, and eventually got mad and told them all to leave. I was then at the old apartment in Venezuela and I opened the door and gate and told the ghosts to leave.

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I was playing the last episode of a new walking dead game. I made the choice of killing the evil boy over his brother when my family said it was time to leave on our trip. I was using a washing machine that when hooked up to a pc, could manage files. I was transferring some files but since it took too long, I decided to leave. I was then in some island with a beach and a tall mountain with snow on the top. I saw 2 guys fighting with magic powers and then started watching a movie. A guy from the movie would have to swim with his bike over a freezing lake with ice on it everyday to work. I teleported into the movie and crossed the lake a few times until I looked at my watch and it showed my body temperature, which was at the apparent recommended level of 5%. I told a girl that was on some ice watching TV and she got annoyed and called someone, saying I said I had hypothermia. I could hear the girl on the other line say bullshit, we just turned on the heaters. I started to warm up and was gonna talk to her but my alarm woke me up.
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I was standing outside in my apartment complex and saw 3 or 4 people with glowing eyes standing side by side wearing bear suits. I looked away and when I turned back around, the bear suits were collapsed on the ground except for one with a sword and shield that kept looking at me. I felt a presence coming from it.
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I was in my room when I heard a man talking. The man said something about people watching and saying "It's in the walls" referring to a monster. I knew I was in a dream but started to wake up. I felt my body on my bed and fought to get back into the dream, which worked for a little bit until I woke up.
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non lucid

I remember fight with someone as they were on fire, when I noticed the fire getting out of control I help them put it out. This felt like it took some place in the south.

So it all started on a handball match between Celje and Trebnje. Celje was loosing 7 - 10 after the first half. And weirdly the first half lasted for 31min. And the score tables were just blinking and changing all the time. And even the rules were wrong.. there was a guy who could always shoot 1m closer than the others and i couldnt figure out why. Anyway while i was waiting for the next half an old friend of mine appeared. He said, why are you so silent.. scream and cheer for our team he said. I said dont worry just wait and watch . And then his phone started to ring. It was such a nice melody i asked him the name of the song.. he said it is called " convation" i tried to type it down, but i had such i weird phone.. it was all black and had funny rubber buttons. I could type on it like i wanted. i pressed one.. and i pressed 3 at the same time. Well i somehow did it, and then friend showed me musicvideo of the same song. And when I looked to his screen i was teleported into the video. new story began. I was standing next to a homeless guy. hmm.. and yes i was homeless too. It was night time and we were standing on a bridge. We had gloves on our hands probably for hidding fingerprints. And we were throwing some black trash bags into the river. I have no clue what was in. And we threw some water containers after the bags. The hommie sad.. come lets go.. he was pushing a shopping cart with nothing in it. And we came to a house. He dissapeared and went looking for him. I looked to the left of the house.. and then on the right. He was nowhere. And then garage door opens. Oh, there he is. He was carrying fresh clothes and some money. He gives me the clothes. And he says this is for you.. and later we will find something for me. I get changed into normal clothes and we are walking further. He was still pushing his cart.. and he said. What do you think? does it look weird if people are seeing us together. One is civilian and other is homeless. I replied. Well if someone comes.. act that you are drunk and that you want something from me. Then it will not look suspicious. A good ideaa he replied. So we walked further trough a new build tunnel for pedestrians. there were like 30 workers there, but they were french.. so we said they dont know us .. its ok. LAter more people appeared. There goes a priest .. but we dont go to church anyway.. there is no way he could recognize who we are. And then i said to him.. well we could pretend that i am a journalist. And I am writing an article about you. I just need to write something liitle.. and no one could figure us out. The hommie agreed. Later we got to a gas station. But there were 2 of them. One next to the other. I went trough the left one, and the homeless went trough the right one. We were trying to avoid security cameras, but we failed at doing that, because there were too many of them. And then a vision appeared in my head. There was a really beautiful blond girl with curled hair and some brown stripes in her hair sitting behind a table. Her eyes were so colorfull.. something between green and blue, and really colorized. On the table there was a flower, who had all the colours in the world in her petals. And the girl was chanting some words without meaning. She was combining two words she had.. and made a new one. It was still not understandable. It was something like " tarakahara" and she said i got it now.. this is a city where my husband is.. and she meant me. She paused for a second and said.. well i never really wanted to go to the old continent.. but people say.. that first to come is the first to serve..

This dream is set at night time, in my house. It feels like about midnight, all the lights are out. I start out just outside the kitchen, or somewhere around there, and there is a burglar in the kitchen. I can't remember what he was taking, I never saw. So I confront him with one of the kitchen knives, take his gun from him by striking the hand (no blood was drawn in the dream) and shout upstairs to dad. My memory here is blurred, but the kitchen light is now on and the burglar is taken away somehow.

I then look outside and I think I see something move. I get the feeling that Riki (from Dota 2, here's his wiki page: http://dota2.gamepedia.com/Riki) is outside in our garden. So I open the back door and I call to Riki, asking if he is out there. I think I see him attack some random objects in our garden as though they were lane creeps, before going invisible again. I leave him be.

Here's the strange part: A girl, about my age (15), appears to me in the light from the kitchen. She is hiding behind our dining table when I see her. She is blonde haired, and I think her hair was either a bit short or medium length (although I wish she had been long-haired). I ask her, "who are you?" and she insists that she is no one and not to worry about her. I'm not satisfied - I want to know who she is and why she is here. She turns to leave out the back door but I stop her by the hand. She says something like "ah, you're holding on. Good." She then takes my hand and starts leading me upstairs. I ask, "where are you taking me?" and she replies, "To your bedroom. I'll give you the 69," with a slight smile. I think most people out there can guess at what this girl is hinting at.

Normally I'm NOT somebody to have s3x-related dreams - I often scoul when people make jokes about it, so I don't know why this is appearing in my dream.

I don't remember actually seeing anything...that way inclined.....in the bedroom, but I do remember that at one point, dad comes in (this part is the next few evenings, I presume), and he asks how long I've been with this girl. I try to say I haven't done anything, and he says he has nothing more to say to me. Then, at some point, I "see" what looks like a Steam Workshop page that apparently has what looks like surveillance footage of her and me in my room. I never watch these videos/photos, but as far as I can tell nothing dodgy is shown. I don't remember much else.

Ritual: Second try with the vibrating timer, successful but strange experience. This time it seemed to work not so much from going off (in fact I doubt it ever did), but because my anticipation of the trigger kept my mind alert during the process of falling asleep—to the point where I thought I was still awake long after I had evidently slipped into dream.

It's becoming apparent that anticipation can serve the same function as motivation. Actually my motivation was relatively low, for the same reason as last time: it is the busiest part of my work week and I realized that I wasn't sure I wanted to have to spend a long time writing up my dream report if successful. I went to bed a little after 12:30am, and woke up naturally around 5:40. (I checked the clock but can't recall the precise time, I think it was somewhere between 5:37 and 5:43.) I decided it was too late to do full WBTB and recognized my lack of motivation, so I just shoved the MotivAider in my pillow and went back to bed with no further technique, letting things take their own course.

Although normally I would fall back asleep in seconds or minutes at most after such a brief WBTB, I noticed that now I was oddly wakeful... it seemed like just waiting for the device to go off, even though it was set so that it wouldn't trigger initially until 45 minutes had passed, was keeping me awake. After a few minutes trying to get comfortable I grabbed the sleep mask from my bedside table because I knew the sun would come up soon. I then spent a very long time trying to get back to sleep... or so I thought. In retrospect it is apparent that for much of this period I was experiencing that obscure counterpart of a false awakening, a "false falling asleep" (FFA).

FFA: I think I must have actually fallen asleep very quickly, since a lot of the things I experienced while I thought I was trying to fall asleep turn out to be have been things I dreamed. For instance, at one point I was convinced that I was lying in bed with my body rotated in the opposite direction, my head facing the foot of the bed, but then I fixed this without really moving my limbs... a maneuver that would have been impossible to do physically.

Eventually I decided that I ought to have a back-up EILD method so I tried to program my sleeping mask. I reached up and pried apart the velcro near the top to flick the "on" switch, remembering to hold it down four seconds to enter "nap mode." I couldn't tell if I saw the indicator lights or not... I thought I did, but the impression was vague. Did I have the brightness set too low? Oh well, I don't remember how to change it. I'll just turn it off and turn it back on again to be sure. Hmm, same thing, the lights are vague... I'm not sure if I'm really seeing them or just imagining it. And then I realize... hang on... I'm not even wearing the Remee, this is just an ordinary cloth sleep mask! So I tried to correct the situation by putting my Remee on under the regular mask... and I really thought I had done this until, while writing this report, I began to have doubts and went to check. Sure enough, the Remee hasn't been touched all night! At least I can verify that I was wearing the ordinary mask, since that one has been moved and is now lying on my bedstand where I must have left it after waking up.

At another point in the FFA I even felt the MotivAider finally go off. The vibrations felt lengthened and distorted again. I ignored them since I thought I was still awake, and hoped I would be asleep by the time it went off next. In retrospect I realize I must have dreamed even this, because the MotivAider could not have gone off until 45 minutes had passed (even on random mode it initially counts down the full maximum set interval), and I got up to start writing this report at 6:14am, less than 45 minutes after going back to bed around 5:40... so it is very unlikely that it actually went off in that whole period!

I was getting annoyed with how long it was taking (or so I thought) to fall asleep, and eventually in my impatience I decided to just start "practicing" WILD separations in my imagination. I tried to envision an almost physical pull on my dream body that would tug it up from the lying position into a standing one, and after each repetition of this I imagined myself landing with both feet on the bed with the flourish of a gymnast who has just finished an acrobatic move. It felt at first like I was only visualizing this rather than experiencing it: as though I were just going through the motions, practicing for when I got closer to falling asleep... but before long the sense of immersion set in, and I realized that I was already in a light WILD state. I was surprised that I had been able to move so easily from full wakefulness to full REM, still unaware that I had evidently already been dreaming for quite some time already!

WILD: Since I was under the impression that I had only just transitioned into a dream state, my initial goal was just to improve immersion and stabilization, so without trying to do any tasks at first I simply wandered through the house. I soon half-woke and had to separate again. I used the same visualization as before "pulling myself up" from lying down to standing up, but it went more smoothly and easily this time. Once again I landed like a gymnast, but this time rather than landing on the bed I vaulted right out of it and onto the bedroom floor.

By this time I felt immersed enough to start working on tasks. One of the TOTMs is to dress in a costume, and I had decided in advance that I wanted to dress like a witch, so I went to the "costume closet" where I keep my clothes that are too dressy or impractical for everyday use. At first I was surprised to see (so I thought) nothing but the clothes that are there in waking life. I must have been a bit confused, because although in WL the closet contains plenty of gothy-looking wraps and dresses entirely suitable for a witch costume, the only thing I thought to grab at the time was a small halter top of some colorful iridescent material. I didn't put it on yet, since my priority was to find a mask.

The closet actually contains a box of masks on the upper shelf, but in the dream I "remembered" that I had a brown paper bag of them on the floor, so I went through it until I found a witch mask... or was it? Looking at it again, I thought it actually looked more like a Darth Vader mask that someone had clumsily tried to convert into a witch face with dabs of green paint. But then I "remembered" using it as a witch mask before, so I figured it would be adequate.

Next I needed the pointy hat. I must have one around here somewhere... I dug through the closet, but couldn't find one of the right shape. Nevermind, I can make one! I pulled out a fedora made of black leather, and started trying to pull the top to make it longer and more pointy. At first the material was resistant but I put some focus into the act and soon was able to mold the hat into a proper Halloween-style witch hat, and put it on my head. The fact that it was made of black leather made me feel extra stylish. I paused at the door of the room and wondered if I needed to change my clothes as well, but when I looked down I saw that I was wearing a long black dress that already looked witchy enough, so I never had to put on that stupid halter top!

After walking back out to the kitchen, I remembered to check my reflection in the mirror (in a spot where there is no mirror in WL). It wasn't bad! I looked like that classic witch from the Wizard of Oz: green face, hooked nose, tall hat. The mask was looking much less Vader-like now, and at this point I noticed that there was even an inscription on it (entirely legible in the mirror rather than inverted by the reflection) that gave the title "Witch," and was signed either "Robert" or "Richard." I assumed the name must be that of the local artist who made the mask, and was reassured by the title that it had been intended as a witch mask after all.

When people were contributing suggestions for the October TOTMs, I had really liked the one about flying on a broomstick to a witches' gathering, so this was something I had planned to do once I got in costume. But now I wasn't sure. Maybe it would be fun to work on my lucid dare instead, and go startle some elves with my witch costume! I felt indecisive. And in either case I'll have to leave the house, so which door should I use? I've let myself get into the bad habit of being paranoid that leaving the house might destabilize the dream, so I wondered if leaving by a door I don't often use would help bypass this impression. I know that this worry is a wholly self-imposed obstacle—and moreover that it is not supported by the evidence—yet I also know that even letting myself worry about destabilization can have a destabilizing effect!

While I'm standing there trying to make up my mind, I notice that the scenery outside the kitchen door has already begun to change. Replacing the back patio is now a beautiful summer forest, with green leaves, mossy trunks and a clear limpid pool of water on the ground, like a natural spring. The water is only a few inches deep and appears completely transparent and pure. The scene is so lovely that I immediately let go of my pointless worries and go outside to enjoy it, kneeling in the water and running my hands through it, lifting it in my palms and letting it splash back into the pool. I find myself wondering if these surroundings will transform my costume from that of an ugly old green witch into a young beautiful forest witch. And what do we mean by "witch," anyway? I start pondering the question: aren't those two archetypes (ugly old witch and young beautiful witch) from the same tradition? Don't they both imply a woman with an unusually strong connection to the natural world?

I still haven't decided if I want to look for a witch gathering or an elven gathering in this forest, as I think both could conceivably be taking place here. Would the elves resent my presence if I'm still a Halloween-style witch? But if this pool has transformed me into a beautiful forest witch, maybe I would blend right in. (I regret now that it never occurred to me to check my reflection again in the pool! Though I still had the impression that I was wearing the same black dress.)

Once again the dream distracted me from my thoughts, this time by the sound of a voice singing. It was an attractive male voice, a low tenor, drifting from somewhere up above. The pool where I knelt was at the foot of a rocky ledge, at least ten feet high, and it seemed like the main part of the forest was up there. I flew up (I can't recall if I used a broomstick or just levitated as usual) to see if I could locate the singer. I followed the voice and soon found myself in a green mossy glade. I could not see anyone but I could hear the voice distinctly, so I took note of the words:

On the new sensation lying within,
One can ride a stream of water, straight and thin.

There was another half line of verse after this but on waking it faded before I could record it. I think it had something to do with the feeling or awareness produced by the "new sensation" mentioned in the first line. I woke up before I could listen to any more of the song or continue to look for the singer.

Note: It was still very early after I finished writing all my notes, so I went back to bed. I had some NLDs and at one point as I was starting to wake up from one I found myself thinking about the song again. At this time I got the impression that the missing line might have been: And so a new feeling is won. Of course there's no way to confirm if that's what it was originally, but it's the best I've got to go on!

Early access game
I'm trying an early access version of a new game. I start out in a room with stairs going down. The environment is mostly painted in shades of dark gray. Proceeding down the stairs I have to battle an enemy (some kind of armored alien soldier), then find myself in a smaller room with a narrow waterway passing through it. Crates are floating along the waterway, so I jump onto one and ride it over to the next area. I pass through a fairly small room where a bunch of the crates all come together and make a nicer sort of raft for me, then move on, now on my crate raft. Now I'm in a really large, circular room. This place is still mostly dark grays, but it has a more industrial feeling with stuff hanging from girders on the ceiling and pipes running here and there. At one end are some HUGE doors - they're very wide and many times as high as they are wide. There's a walkway running around the room, much higher than I can jump. I'd been wondering when this demo would end, and I suspect this room is it, that I'm not meant to get to the walkway or open the door. I decide to see just what I can manage to do, and I decide I really want to get to that walkway. I stack a couple of crates and stand on them, but it's not nearly enough. I start looking through my weapons to see if there's one that could propel (or blast) me up to the wall, and I try a couple that look promising, but I'm still not able to do it.

Games in the basement
I'm in the a fairly large bedroom in the furnished basement of a house. In the middle of one wall is a good sized bed, probably king-sized. A twin bed is in the corner left of the king bed (if you look at them from the other side of the room). On the opposite wall is another twin bed with its long side touching the wall. My family has their stuff scattered among the beds, and a couple of them are still in here getting everything arranged just so.

Now there are a bunch of other kids in here, most of them older pre-adolescents. They've congregated on the king bed and don't look like they're going anywhere any time soon. A boy is reading his book in my spot. I can't bring myself to move them, so I start looking at the other beds, especially the one on the other side of the room. Both twins are heaped with clothes and a few stuffed animals, but I figure I can shove most of it onto the floor. I hope these beds are fairly firm and don't squeak too much - we've had a lot of trouble with beds in vacation houses in the past.

Now I'm watching Elizabeth try some clothes on her son. He's grown a lot since the last time I saw him (probably 8 or 9 in the dream; about 2 IRL), and both the shirt and pants are too short for him by a couple of inches. She tries another shirt on him, but this one is way, way too big. Somehow I end up holding the huge shirt and look for a place to put it, eventually tossing it on the pile of clothes on the twin near the king.

Now Elizabeth's son is sitting on a settee, and he's wheezing noticeably. I'm standing at the open doorway to the next room, looking to the right where my wife is sitting. I tell her that we need to tell Elizabeth that her son isn't doing well so that she can start treating him now, but my wife doesn't want to, remembering what a rough time Elizabeth has already had on this trip (one of the other guests is a doctor, and he's been nagging her the whole time) and she doesn't want to add to Elizabeth's troubles. I'm persistent, saying that we wouldn't be *causing* her trouble, we'd be helping her help her son before he gets worse, but my wife doesn't give in.

Now I'm talking to Tedd, getting ready for our game. We face each other, standing one on each side of the doorway. Between us are two pools of liquid: his is mostly clear with a touch of gray, and mine is bluish. We both squat, holding out our arms to our sides as if we were going to grapple. Our respective pools surge forward and start trying to get past each other. Tedd and I both use our hands and arms to direct our pools, which by this point are starting to break up and slip through each other (without mixing). Eventually, my pool makes it all the way past Tedd's and into his room, and Tedd's follows suit and makes it into mine. I think I won, since I think my pool got into his room first, but I'm really not sure.

Now the two of us are talking on camera. Our game was webcast to our followers, and we're doing a post-game wrap-up. As I'm talking, Tedd sidles up and gives me a "you're forgetting something" look. I remember now, but I can't remember the right words, so I have to ask him for a reminder. "Encore," he reminds e. I ask our audience if they want an encore, though from Tedd's reaction to my words we were just supposed to go ahead and do it without asking for an opinion. Looking to the side at a monitor showing our viewer reactions, I can see encore votes coming in from, especially from the ones in Japan. We get enough votes and so get ready for another match.

I was in a car with a friend she was going to New York with a group and I had a journal from the same group from a different event and I realized I was dreaming when I saw Pittsburgh and I wanted to get out of the car I told her it was just a dream and then she disapeared and I was in the car alone it was moving forward on its own with no one driving it. I reached for the wheel and tried to drive. Then I was out of the car holding onto the reins of a dog and I saw a road that I thought led home it didn't though. Then I realized I didn't lock the car and I tried to go back half forgetting that it was a dream and the dog wouldn't cooperate and I couldn't let go of the dog and it was dark outside it was night. It was a long country road.

07.10.2014

Krauser Pierces Through My Chest and Kills Me (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m in a narrow hallway, and I’m encountering a dream character that resembles Krauser from Resident Evil 4. There’s several feelings of helplessness, and the overall setting of the dream gave an impression that things won’t turn out well for me. The environment seems to be some kind of aftermath of an explosion.

Based on the color of the ground, and the bland formatting of the building I’m in, there seemed to have been a laboratory here. There’s bits of metal and other scraps scattered all around the area, and random combustions of fire as well.


What’s weird about this environment is that it was fairly wide, but the space in which I can traverse was fairly limited; almost to the point where I felt it was intentionally done so I would only focus on the Krauser DC that’s slowly coming after me.

There’s a bit of discrepancies in validating whether or not I’m in a dream body version of me, or some alteration between Leon. What made me convinced it was the former presumptions is that I had full reign on how I moved in the dream itself while also being able to spectate myself from a behind the back third person perspective.

And seeking any means of escape was pretty much futile since I had to deal with him first. I knew something bad was going to happen based from personal experiences, but I still tried to defend myself from him. Naturally, I used whatever weapon I had on me at the time, which happened to be a regular pistol.

My plan was to go along with the logic of defeating this guy in the game, which would be shooting him in the legs in hopes that he would have one knee to the ground to expose his chest for me to shoot him before he gets back up from the relapse. For some reason, zooming in on the pistols iron sights shifted to a view as if I was using a sniper rifle.


The aiming aid consisted of a very thin white cross with some short perpendicular lines on each end; at least two for each side that seemed to have been formatted for me to get straight into focus, and maybe avoid using peripheral vision within that line of sight. The subtle smoke that wraps around the atmosphere makes things a bit blurry.


Almost suitable for the sake of giving off the dream-esque effect where the contours of things aren’t as rigid and defined. I shift my awareness from the sights back to a first person view.


Krauser doesn’t seem to look like the actual one, and has a few modifications for his visage, but with how I’m too engulfed with instincts to survive, I can’t render him out in detail except for the organic like arm blade he has.


I shoot his legs a few times, but it doesn’t seem to be working at all, but I still keep shooting. Then I get a sensation around my neck and head that my weapon is about to run out of ammo. Somehow, I’m redirected to an inventory screen, and I see that I’m fairly limited in options of which weapons to utilize to assess this seemingly futile endeavor.

I wanted to take out a grenade to see if I could cause substantial damage to him, and proceeded to do so, only to find that it doesn’t really seem to scathe him. I go back to the inventory screen, and I feel there’s more options for me to use, but I felt that while I’m doing that, he’ll only get closer and closer.


Kind of like playing Five Nights at Freddy’s, and you look into the camera too much, and Freddy, or one of them comes up to you and kills you the moment you take your eyes away from the camera. I keep shooting with my pistol, and I eventually run out of bullets.


Just as I was preparing to reload, he’s already close to me, grinning as he knows that any other attempts to attack him would be useless, and he uses the mutant organic arm blade of his to stab me in the chest. As he’s about to do this, I’m visualizing myself in the front from a third person perspective, and I watch as my mouth opens from the pressure, along with the air around me creating some kind of gushing sound effect.


I eventually shrivel up in my last movements and die, and blood is coming out of my mouth while the chest seems to be filled with a darker color of blood.

Funny thing is that I was imagining a few months back of how I would fight this guy again should he ever randomly show up; thinking I would find a way to win, but ironically, expectations of what will happen in a dream doesn’t always turn out to be the case, especially if one invested in a bit of time imagining themselves accomplishing whatever goals they had in mind.

Talking to someone about "the 40." They're a group of heroes in Scotland, technically real historical figures but their story's become more like a legend, involved in a conflict with the English. Although they're regarded as heroes, I'm thinking that their story was crucial in creating a bad future for Scotland.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm digging through a drawer filled with various small objects and papers, searching for something. I'm talking to myself out loud, saying "She'll turn this too into one of her charms." Charm as in talisman. There's a woman - the owner of the things I'm searching through - who suffered some setback, as a result of which some object that belongs to her is temporarily in my hands. I meant that she was going to turn that separation itself into her advantage. As I search through the drawer, I uncover a small skeleton of a creature with sharp teeth, no larger than my thumbnail. Another one of her charms. I'm thinking she was likely told this was some wondrous creature - it isn't.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm in a mountain forest with Dieter. He's holding some large dark-furred animal he's killed - we've caught three of them in a row - and we're talking about the quality of the hunting here since the humans abandoned their village. You'd think that would only improve the hunting, but there's something I'm worried about. When we mention the village I see an image of it, on a hillside with a large body of water in the distance, and I think about something that's been bothering me ever since a conversation I'd had with someone in that village. I say to Dieter now, times have changed - we haven't changed with them. We should. I should have set him free centuries ago and set him up with whatever he wanted. I've been selfish, not thinking. He ignores this and tries to steer me back onto the topic of hunting.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Semi-lucid - aware this is a dream but not enough to affect my actions - I'm approaching a certain building by a narrow path between two hedges out back by the gardens. There's somewhere else I was heading, but a little boy intercepts me and tells me there's some message for me in the house.

(A memory gap.)

On the grounds of that same estate, right at a tall hedge that serves as an important border between here and the next place, there's a little girl crouching on the ground and a woman next to her. The woman's plain and tired-looking, with brown hair that looks darker because it hasn't been washed. The little girl is blonde and sort of bossing the woman around in some game they're playing. She wants to join in on something going on beyond the hedge, but she's not allowed, so she's playing here and waiting for her chance. I immediately recognize the girl as Julia's daughter, she resembles her so closely, and I ask the woman some questions to try to confirm that hunch without asking about Julia directly. The woman says to something I ask about the girl's mother, "You don't have to tell me that," mistaking my question for rhetorical and irritated about it, irritated at the mother's behavior. This makes me realize that while yes, the girl's mother is Julia, this woman is also the girl's mother - she's Julia's wife. I'd assumed she was a nursemaid, I'm deeply embarrassed.

A man's telling me something about Alice in Wonderland when he's attacked and killed by these enormous crows. We're in his apartment. One of the crows lands on my shoulder and looks at me, and I'm feeling very exasperated with it.

I'm the same man I was in the previous scene but now with a head like a crow - which I definitely didn't have in the previous scene - and I'm standing in front of an older crow-headed man who's sitting on the floor in these elaborate robes. He's telling me he can't help me, and says something about "the 40 visions."

(And this last one is one from two weeks ago that I didn't bother to write out properly. The pen & paper dream journal fell open to it just now and the Alice in Wonderland theme caught my eye.) There's a scene in Alice in Wonderland where Alice is trapped inside the mouth of a crocodile. A boy pulls its tail to make it open its mouth, and she runs out. Now someone's tried to recreate that scene, but the girl playing the role of Alice was too scared and wouldn't move. I shove my way through the kids to get her out, and somebody gets their arm bitten off. (I wrote down who, but I can't read my own writing.)

19.09.2014

Zaheer and Ghazan Want to Pro-Bend with Korra (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Now that I look back at this dream, this could be hinting how my mind would interpret how Season 4 of Korra would turn out, but in a very, very, very vague way. In other words, it seems to relate to the short clip of the sneak peek for season 4, episode 1 where:

[spoiler]Has a nightmare from a past event where Zaheer literally almost took her breath away in their final fight in season 3[/spoiler]

This dream was filled with unexpected behavior from dream characters to the point where it was difficult to comprehend, and cope with the sporadic changes in plot and anticipation. It turned out to be something lighthearted in the end, despite what happened before that, and it made me speculate on why I was having the dream in the first place.

I’m not too sure on how things start out, but I can recall Korra having the disposition where she seems to be in a state of helplessness. Judging by what she was saying to herself, and how I seem to be feeling her emotions as well, she feels as if she’s a pariah. In other words, there’s something she did where if she tried to go back to her homeland, or just anywhere in general that she’s been to most of her life, she would be treated as an outcast, and ostracized as well.

And the more I imagine myself in her position, I realized that this dream could’ve been mixed with another experience. I’m not too sure on it being a separate dream altogether, but it felt like it could be meshed together with this one. This little experience was simply me waking up at night, and finding a huge bottle of orange juice that looks similar to this:

I pick it up, and I feel like I have to give this to someone, and in my head, I’m getting images of someone wearing a pink jacket with a skinny body composition, and almost frail entirely, but seems to be able to operate just fine on her own.

Whatever happened next, it somehow went back to the whole Korra related theme. Korra has nowhere to go, and Zaheer and Ghazan take advantage of her state of helplessness to convince her to join them somehow. I don’t know what they were going to use as leverage, seeing how she wasn’t set to just be at their beck and call, but whatever it was, it made her plan to go to them.

The rendezvous point was located at a high elevated area that could be akin to the helicopter landing stations, except it wasn’t clear to me if there were any big markings as indicators for this. The dream environment was sunset by now, and this seemed to be foreshadowing the climatic, and anticlimactic events to occur. I went through an elevator before Korra, and anyone else could get there, and I feel like I was just some wandering soul navigating and analyzing the parameters of the environment. I found something very peculiar about the elevator, and how it was raised just a few feet from the ground. I seem to be flying, or floating above the elevator, and was able to see through the top to see the interior, and even what was below as well.

I noticed that Zaheer, or somebody he was having connections with made a booby trap. There was some kind of pink padding concealing spikes from the ground. Which made me presume that if Korra happened to go back into the elevator from a high elevation, “faulty” wiring would make the elevator fall in rapid acceleration, which would probably be enough for the spikes to go through the flooring, and potentially kill her.

It seemed to be an obvious, but quite elaborative booby trap, but I took the chance to inform Korra, as if I’m suddenly astral projecting like Jinora, about what will happen to her is she goes through this path. I don’t know how I relay the message to her, but there’s a dream shift where I can see Mako, Korra, Zaheer, Ghazan, and maybe a few others I can’t recall too well.

They were facing each other, and Zaheer wanted to persuade Korra to join him and Ghazan. Korra declares that she isn’t interested, and Zaheer gives a general summary of her position in the world right now, and how she has no one to help her out at all. Korra’s visage changes from aggressive to feelings of being shocked as if what he’s declaring to her was the gut-wrenching truth. Though this seemed fairly predictable, and how things were turning out seemed to be related to how things went down in the Season 3 finale.

And what seemed to be a clash of emotions to be shifted into physical violence, it turns out Zaheer and Ghazan want her to be part of their team for pro-bending, or something very casual. This makes everyone stop in their tracks, and prompts me to just get out of this dream.

Morning of October 7, 2014. Tuesday.



I am living with my family in an unfamiliar setting. It does not seem to be a composite of (or have features of) any known locations. Assuming the main wall which I am near at the beginning of the dream is oriented south (which feels right related to where I live now), there is a hall that goes to the south in the southeast corner of the room and a large bed comes out from the middle south-side wall. It may have a frame rather than just being on a box-spring mattress but this is not clear - it is fairly low to the floor. Just east of the bed (south wall) is at least one large brown wooden wardrobe, similar to one we actually have. I am not clear on any other layout other than the room I am in though it seems there may be a large kitchen to the west via a doorway in the northwest corner of this room.

My youngest son is present when I look up and see a small person on top of the wardrobe sitting on his knees and looking down at us warily. It is a male but I am not sure of the age, possibly a young boy, but he seems like a weary old man in some ways. He is only about a foot and a half tall at the most. He is wearing a drab and baggy mossy green jumpsuit with a hood that covers most of his head except for a small region of his face. I say to my son, “Oh look, it’s a leprechaun”. I ask him if he is hungry and he nods tentatively. I reason that a rat or two may have stolen his last meal, which was probably only a bread crumb.

I reach up and take him down with a hand on each hip, trying not to hurt him. I stand him on the floor near my son and continue to say “Look…it’s a leprechaun”. My son seems interested in seeing this “magical creature” in our house. After a time, I realize that it is probably not a leprechaun but just a homeless man that had found his way into the house and had been hiding in the walls for a time. This seems a fairly common occurrence. I tell him that I am sorry for calling him a leprechaun but that my son likes leprechauns (false in-dream memory). He does not seem to mind and then seems more like a boy with a disease that is linked to why he is so small. He seems a bit unsteady so I place him in the bed because he says he has a medipack of food he needs for nourishment. He needs to place it directly into his stomach which is fitted through a tube on his side.

After several minutes pass, I look around and see a young plain-looking girl with shoulder-length straight blonde hair. She is looking around the corner of the edge of the hall. She does not seem familiar in any way but I seem to understand that she is the boy’s sister. I say, “oh, hello” and she leaves after smiling a short time.

Soon after this, an older male walks partly into the room and I realize that we are being visited by possibly a friend of a member of my wife’s family in Brisbane. He does not look familiar in any way, either. I tell him that his son is having a meal and resting. I also tell him about a couple recent encounters with similar miniature people (except that one was only about six inches high) that were homeless (false memories, of course). He talks about how unfortunate it is that some people with this disease do not have homes or proper care and walks back to apparently the living room of this unknown house.

I go to take the boy from the bed (he seems very listless and possibly ill at this point) because a mess is being made from the food pack because of a leak. I ask him if he can stand after standing him up on the floor because he seems a bit wobbly and I am not sure if he can walk very far. The food is like some sort of green mush, like mashed peas or porridge but quite runny. A lot of green goo is running over the bed and dripping down the side onto the floor. This is quite annoying and messy but I do not want to show any anger. Instead, I mention to myself that I will have to get a towel and clean it up. I am kind of glad that the people are only visiting and will not be here very often.

My youngest son (who I was showing the rather ominous in afterthought “leprechaun” to in this dream) went to the hospital a day after this dream (has not been in several years) with some sort of totally unexpected unknown stomach virus. He seems to be doing better. Thus the typical layer of precognition (which I even sensed in-dream this time but did not want to).

Also, something I had left out from the original entry involved a play on “leprechaun” being like “leper-con” (relative to the disease.

Dream - Lucid

I was staring out the window in a house. It was nighttime outside, but I could see this weird break in the clouds that had a reddish tint to it, as if the sun was setting behind that small break, but it was nighttime. I'm not sure exactly what triggered it, but I figured out I was dreaming! Very cool. I examined my hands to stabalize. Then, just for fun, I did a nose pinch RC, which is something I've been practicing IWL lately, but have never done in a dream. I could breathe! So that's what it feels like.

I then decided to fly towards the break in the clouds. I phased right through the window, no resistance or anything, which doesn't ever happen to me. I then started to jump to take off to fly, but once again remembered to just let myself float up. I did just that, and it was so easy! When I was in the air, I used this same technique to move to the left or the right. This is one of the first times in a long, long time that I have flown and not started to immediately lose height while in the air.

As I approached the break in the clouds, it started to look more purple than red. I briefly thought of Dreamer because of the purple. I then went into the break and saw what looked like a Mario Galaxy world with all these giant floating black bombs with faces and red tops among other things I can't recall right now. I feel like I saw them all from a different angle than the one that I entered the break at.

~

I felt myself falling asleep and entering the dream. I was with Dallas. I was sitting on the kitchen floor with him in the house I grew up in. There were all these kitchen utensils on the floor scattered about. I told him that since we were dreaming, he could do whatever he wanted to me (I definitely meant sexually ). I was kind of excited so I briefly lost the dream a couple of times, but went right back into it. I took off my pants, which of course made me more excited and once again I briefly lost the dream but went back into it immediately. Dallas then took this long straw-type thing with lube and inserted it into my forearm. Totally NOT what I expected at all, and if felt so weird! He kept sliding it in and out, and I couldn't even look at it because I was afraid to see it.
"No! Not that! Don't do that!" I said.
He kept doing it.

~

I was at Dakota's apartment. Someone else lived there as well. I hadn't heard from Dakota in years, much less seen him. He was sitting on the couch smiling, but it was a sad smile. I talked to him a little, though I can't remember what it is we talked about. I noticed he was wearing a dark green sweater, and he looked so much thicker than usual. Not fat, just...thick. He had a really thick neck that was as wide as his head.

~

I was playing this online multiplayer game where you would get put in a house in one of 8 places. The house would be themed randomly and would have a shop in it for food. The house would be where you "lived" in the game. I got put in one but I don't remember the theme. I went up to the counter in the back to buy something, though I don't remember if I actually did or not.

I then was doing something else and not paying attention to what was happening in the game. Three girls came into my house. One had a short blue dress on but I don't remember what the others were wearing. They then started to change all my furniture and make all these alterations to the house itself. It then kicked me out of the house, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. Wtf! I was then looking at all the houses in the area from an above view, kind of like The Sims.

I then somehow got another house. I was then working in the food area, which, in this house, was in the front. I felt as if I was in first person now instead of third person gaming. Other people would come in and buy food from me. I was then making some kind of chicken pita sandwich when a girl came up and was telling me how it would be good if I did it a certain way. I was still doing it my way. I then noticed that the girl looked like one of the girls who kicked me out of my house before; I noticed her blue dress. I asked her if she was, and she said yes, and I cussed her out and she left.

I then saw some sort of small purple pop up that came up when someone wanted to buy your house. It would give you an option on whether or not to sell it to them for a certain price.

I then was on a menu area where you could pick a place to visit, one of the 8 places you could be assigned a house. They were represented by little icons. There were 3 areas in the "fun" category, which was off to the left of the screen, separated from the rest, and the rest were in multiple categories, all except the "fun" category. I don't remember anything about what the categories were called. There was a mountains area and a town/village area, but I don't remember any of the others.

I decided to visit a different area, though I don't recall which. I then was calling a book store inside of the game with my phone outside of the game. Some kid answered and was talking really fast, so I couldn't understand what she was saying. I heard another kid giggling in the background. The girl kept repeating whatever she was saying really fast, so I couldn't understand her. She started to sound impatient. I then figured out she was asking me if I was over 21. I said yes. She then started telling me about a porn book that was on sale and a lesbian book. I turned to the person that was with me (I guess someone was with me now) and said
"This is an adult bookstore!"
I was amused, but not interested. I hung up the phone.

I then visited the town/village area, and heard some music from KQ7 playing, the music from Archduke Fifi la Yipyap's party. There was a stage at the front of the town, which looked 16-bit, that had small flies moving around on it. The area looked quite primitive.

~

I was feeling myself fall asleep. I would see images around me that looked like movie screens playing clips of movies. I then was in a dream where it looked as if I was looking through my cupped hands to see what was going on. I don't remember what it was now, but it looked vivid and stable. However, it didn't feel stable. I then woke up.

~

I was playing this game, though I was inside of the game playing it. It was like League of Legends, where you pick your player, but it was an open-world game instead of a MOBA. We were underground in an area with lava and some very small erupting volcanoes that separated the sides of the cave. Right before the other side, there was a pool of what was supposed to be hot water. You still had a team. I don't remember who my character was, but Dallas was playing as Captain America, and someone else there was some girl from Captain Planet, the Asian one (was there an Asian girl on that show? I think there was). She had on a white shirt and a short orange skirt and white pants/leggings underneath the skirt. She was hovering around above the ground and shooting around magic spells. I thought that she was the weakest, but whoever was playing her knew how to play her so she wasn't as weak. I only saw her from the back.

I then saw people from our team walking over the lava to get to the other side and getting hurt, but not dying. Dallas (Captain America) was trying to explain how to do this so you didn't die (you weren't really supposed to walk on the lava at all). He was saying you just had to avoid the small erupting volcanoes and the "magma" (he used the word magma) that was pooled around them. I think I tried it and died. I know someone else did too, someone who had done it without dying before.

Dallas was then using a bucket to scoop lava out of the lava pools and dumping it in the water to try to make a pathway. The lava just evaporated and disappeared though when he did this. He didn't think it would work (like it does in Minecraft), but it was worth a try.

~

I was telling Dallas about my dream and that he was Captain America.
"How appropriate," he said.
It made sense why he said this in the dream, but not IWL.

I recall something very blurry. Everything was orange and brown, and I was moving past these white prismatic towers.

I was seeing some TV show about a man named Mr. Dill. It was a comedy series about a 20-something year old man who was a total burnout. He was secretly very smart and talented though he didn't know it, and in every episode, he would do something that nearly got him famous, but he would always quit before his big break.
In this episode, his mother (who was a stereotypical nag that knew he had the potential to be a great person) forced him to go onto an open time slot on public broadcasting. That's right. A TV show within a TV show with a dream.
But Mr. Dill didn't want to do this, but was forced to by his mother, otherwise he would have to start paying rent on his room. So he did the most logical thing. He used the time slot to do a series of comedy sketches where he told the very bad story of how he fell in love with an electric fan.
The comedy sketches became a worldwide hit, and everybody loved them. Each one was more over the top than the last. (Though I didn't think they were funny.) After six weeks, Dill's contract expired. And, typical for the show he stated that he wanted to quit.
An executive from Hollywood was on his way in when Mr. Dill threw the electric fan out of the window and ripped up the contract and the show's script. He said that he wanted to go home and play Skryim. The executive had prepared a Hollywood deal for him, with a whole lot of money and a half hour time-slot on prime-time TV but, when he saw that the electric fan had been broken, he tore it up.
Mr. Dill wanted the deal, so he drove to the store and bought another electric fan, same model, very quickly and came back. But the executive had already given the deal to someone else. Mr Dill went back home to his mother and started playing video games, and that was how the show ended.

I am walking with my dad through some kind of mall/restaurant area. There is a balcony leading down into this court area. Then, we see these men approach us. One is wearing a Jedi Robe and has a toy lightsaber. The other is wearing Jeans and a blue T-Shirt and has a Minecraft Steve head on.
They grab my dad and throw him off the balcony onto some kind of big air mattress where a bunch more guys are waiting near the bottom. They then turn and try to grab me. I have no idea what the heck is going on, so I push the man's arms away. I get ready to apply what I have learned in my self-defense classes and prepare to kick him but I get grabbed from behind. They start to dangle me over the side of the balcony, then hang me over completely. I suspect they will drop me, but I see no mattress down below. Then, the guy holding me goes over the edge of the balcony. He then gets grabbed by another guy. Then the guy who grabbed him goes over the edge, and gets grabbed by yet another another guy. I am now hanging just a few inches above the floor with a chain of guys holding me up, and the first guy drops me onto the floor.
It was then that I noticed all of these cameras going on. The guys hanging in a chain from the second floor come apart and land on the ground. Then, a man approaches me with a microphone and starts yelling into my ear.
"YOU WERE JUST ON XTREME STUNTS USA! HOW DO YOU FEEL?!!?"
"What?!"
I then 'remembered' that XTREME STUNTS USA! was a Youtube channel where they would go out in public and grab random people and make them part of their stunts. I 'remembered' not liking their channel because I found it to be boring and overhyped.

I woke up.

.../For some reason I'm holding a cutting board like it is a tennis racket

and get out somewhere to run on a road next to a lake. It looks like my grandparent's town lake, although I must be far from the town. The view is amazing but the scene doesn't seem to have much sense. I wonder if it's a dream. Look for the tattoo, it doesn't look bad, but there's something with it, it looks too blurry. I don't remember if it looks like that. I decide to do a second RC to confirm, I don't remember any other but the nose pinch. I give it a try, and I can breath! Great, now, What I was supposed to do? I don't remember about the TotM but the lucid dares in stead. I try to remember StephL's dare this time. It was something about taking a walk on a giant broccoli or something related to fractals, but where can I find it? I turn to my right to see there's sort of a temple carved in the stone of a mountain. Of course, I can look for it in the temple of fractals. I go there to get into a huge gate. It's a long corridor flanked by columns, it seems the interior of an abbey.

I look out of the corner of my eye a couple of pictures of fractals at the entrance of this temple. They seem to be a pretty simple structure. It's like they're made of an ECG graph. It's not what I'm looking for. There are a lot of altars between the columns. I think perhaps I can find a picture of the sort of broccoli I was dared to look for. I don't remember its name nor its shape. I see an altar in the style of a colonial cathedral, with pictures around it, and some carvings of people here and there like some Mesopotamian ancient artwork. There's a tiny window with a colorful cathedral glass in the middle. I turn my view to change the shape of the image that forms looking to form the image of the vegetable I'm looking for, although I cannot reconstruct a mental image of how it looked like. I just remember it was something like a raspberry. And that's the pattern that appears on the glass. I don't remember the exact figure as well. I try a couple of times but I cannot reconstruct the image with my movements. Then I decide to turn the whole thing with a single movement. There's a door behind the circular altar. I jump there. It looks like a short hallway, it's all made of wood. There's some stairs at the end. I decide to go there, and cross in front of a door of a room. There's a huge book on a table. I stop to see it. I remember I saw a similar scene in one of my old 'non-induced' lucids, although back then, the room was dark and there were candles next to the book. I want to see what's there. I got to take a look although I forget what it was. Then I realize it has been a while since I'm talking this walk and remember it's a good way to stabilize the dream in stead of start flying or attempting to teleport somewhere else. I decide I like to walk in my lucids. I go to the stairs and start going down. It was a second floor. The dream start fading out when I feel my legs on my bed/...

* I didn't remember it was a romanesco what I was looking for.