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I'm looking after a little girl and a little boy. My IRL father's recently married their mother. At the moment we're heading for the car, and the little girl asks to stop by our parents' new house. I say sure, we can swing by and take a look if you want - it has pretty steps, doesn't it? She says that's not it, she wants to go inside. I tell them we can't do that yet. The little girl doesn't understand why not - she says the divination's already been done. I hadn't been aware of that. The results of the divination must have been bad. I see an image of something being driven into the ground outside the house with a hammer - if it's blocked by anything, if it doesn't sink completely into the ground in one blow, then it's a sign of misfortune and they'll have to clear the misfortune before anyone can enter. I see my IRL father walking away from that divination and getting into a car, and I think about the traditions associated with the place our families come from.

Transition to that place - it's a small New England town. I'm walking down main street - well, 'walking'; I think I was disembodied at this point - and I overhear snatches of conversations with words like "dreams" (a girl pointing to a phrase in her friend's book) and "luck" (a goth girl talking on her cell phone about her boss). I pass by a church where the window is covered by cardboard. People are milling around outside, just left a service, and someone's commenting on how the priest here never gives any blessings and never reads from the Bible. Someone who works for the church is insisting, offended, that the priest is not a vampire - he's just unwell.

Transition to see that priest - he's giving a speech to a group of graduating students on an overcast day. He's making a point to appear in public during the daytime, to prove that he can. It's a small graduating class, maybe thirty or so people, and they're standing around him in a circle, very casual. The priest looks like he's in his 80s or 90s, slightly hunched, and he's got Nosferatu teeth. As he's speaking, the clouds are beginning to thin - the sun will be out soon. I'm mentally trying to get the priest to notice this, but he doesn't. Eventually one of the students comments on it, and the priest finally looks up. He finishes his speech and leaves in a hurry.

Non lucid - but lots of thinking...

On a plane with my bairn and my faither. I suddenly noticed the plane had attached itself to a conveyor belt at a level with the tops of some buildings. I sat with interest while it travelled around. My wee lad asked his Grandad what the belt was, but my auld man couldn't get the words out. I sat wondering how on earth an aeroplane managed to attach itself to a belt while flying, and also I was thinking what a mess the undercarriage must be in - still didn't make me lucid though! - Bit fuzzy but then we were walking somewhere and I was pleased to have arrived in Spain.

With my friend outside in some grass somewhere - a lot of IRL stuff - but basically I was telling him stuff that he knew fine already as we experienced such things together, he was standing with a blank expression. Shortly after I felt bad and ignorant for forgetting that he had been involved - a couple of good dreams with some deep thinking for me.

Also a wee fragment of a moany auld man moaning about a particular bus stop on the way to Dundee.

Morning of August 30, 2014. Saturday.



An earlier part of my dream seems to reflect a typical “finding books” dream where various books (including magazines) have been discarded near smaller stores and I look for items of interest. At one point, though, I am in an area late at night near an alley while a few other (unknown) people are around. My wife is with me. There is something about either going home or possibly to another location we may be temporarily living at and leaving with two heavy seemingly cloth or burlap bags of which I am not sure of the contents - possibly generic personal belongs or the results of scavenging - but the bags are quite heavy. I have the idea that I will just fly to where we need to go.

I tell my wife to get onto my back as I hold a bag on each side. Each bag almost reaches the ground when held up by each hand. The other people watch as I then fly into the sky effortlessly and with a sense of freedom. This becomes the typical recurring scene of flying over the streets of the city late at night, though I am not sure of the location. Though I had felt the heavier weight while still on the ground, once I focus on the flight, it is as if everything is primarily weightless. It is a very long, enjoyable flight.

There is another section where I am with a younger version of my wife and another unknown female. We seem to all be on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed though not much happens other than my wife seeming to read from an (unknown) book which I think is about geography and possibly with aspects of politics.

Eventually, there is a strange developing plot regarding the usage of kidnapped people taken to an island to be slaves. I remember the ride in the airplane, and how most of us soon escape. We run down a long straight dirt road (with higher weeds on each side) to a more open area near a lake. It seems like one or two persons drown while trying to stay unseen, but this is not certain. We hide behind the reeds near water’s edge as the kidnappers, being a large military group, search the other side of the lake. I do not seem to be bothered much as I am not afraid, but perhaps not directly focused on the potential danger of being caught again.

Eventually, others and I watch the long line of soldiers going back fairly swiftly to the area we all escaped from because of unknown aircraft being detected and approaching the island. The direction they are going is to my left as we hide in the weeds though I am not sure of compass direction. Airplanes fly over the buildings in the distance but only partly (at first) seem to be related to an attempted rescue. Someone asks me “Did you see that?” when bombs start to fall and destroy all of their buildings and eventually all of those involved with the kidnappings - however, there seems to be a caution or wariness regarding the group that seemingly is there to rescue us (they may perhaps not even know about the implemented slavery) and so we stay in the weeds as the scene loses cohesion.

There is one more switch to a different section where a (unknown) girl is talking about Abraham Lincoln while standing outside in an unknown area (though possibly implied to be near the house I presently live in). She is reading lines from a book and continuously saying (after each and every phrase) “Lincoln lied abut that” (with an unemotional matter-of-fact increasing emphasis on “that” each time). This gets to be a bit monotonous. Finally, she said “Lincoln smiled…”, followed yet again by “Lincoln lied about that” (implying that he was not smiling even though he was, which does not make that much sense at this point).

Apparently my mom was keeping a dangerous Machine and talking to some dude, the dream scene moves to the goverment and they find out where I live and the S.W.A.T comes to my house.
I walk outside not bothered by anything and I talk to my friend Adnan that just came to my house for no reason. I was holding Chicken Nuggets and a big Chicken Patty I gave it to my friend and, he ate it. (He's Vegetarian lol)We go Inside I tell him we shouldn't be here becuase, of the S.W.A.T is here.

I was walking on the side walk in till this man in a blue foot ball shirt started shooting in front of me but it appear he was shooting at another person. Everyone began to flee and I decided to do the same just incase he was following me I jump inside the ocean and began swimming farther away from the area in till I reach another road that was safer. I eventually climb back up to a road and started running extremely fast in till I made it to a school bus stop. The school bus finally arrive and I got on it and sat down as I watch it eventually get to my stop like many years ago. I look out the window and realize it look different but decided to not focus much on that. As it got closer to my stop two kids began to fight and one was getting punch up really bad so I intervene and broke up the fight. Everyone on the bus seem very impress with me and told me good job. That's when my stop finally arrived, I told them later as I wave my hand up in the air. I got off and began walking toward the community in till I saw my Father in his work clothes he ask me to come over here so I did. I ask him how's it going he stated he was going to work and that he wanted to let me know that he has already bought food. I said alright and both of us said bye but two seconds later he comes back yells the word wait. So I stop walking and waited for him to come back. He tells me to take this new juice that he found in the store and told me it was really good. I look at it as it seems to be root beer flavored also from the weigh of it I can tell my Father has only taken a few sips from it. He tells me that I should savor it, I said thanks and have a good day as I continue walking down the double gates I look behind me as I see my Father entering an unknown car. I decided must've just been an a faster way.

I walk all the way down in till I reach the town houses, I felt relief while saying I didn't want to go back out anymore. As I close the front door I was surprise there were no lights on so I tried to turn on the living room light but it didn't work, I then went to the kitchen attempting to turn on the light but that also failed. I started saying no don't tell me this is a dream. That's when I look through the window and saw that it was night now despite it being fully sunny as I walk down here 3 minutes ago. I became lucid and approach the front door. I felt annoyed and said I guess I am going back outside, I open the front door to continue to walk up the road. I saw three people and it seem like their son has just gotten unconscious , the mother was begging him to wake up as the Father started shaking him in order to wake up. I came over and told them yea I'm feeling a bit unconscious myself and that I wasn't maintaining my dream efficiently. They both look at me with a face that told me they didn't get what I meant. I then grab the Mother by her hoodie and saw a green pulsing vortex has just appeared. I wonder what would happen to her if she was thrown in there, I toss her in and she disappear along wit the vortex. The Father had his head down and seem speechless, I then continue to grab him in till all of a sudden the environment change to an unknown apartment. I was sitting on the floor and it seem like the man had also been teleported here. I stare at the green carpet as he got up and approach me. He ask me when am I going to start killing more people and that I had open his eyes after getting rid of his wife. I told him whenever I decide to but felt like now isn't the right time. He begins shouting how much he wants to kill others and to cause a lot of destruction. I told him we'll do it later just lay low for right now. He responds by saying he's going after some people now, I retaliate by stating he's going to die now, I quickly grab his sword and slash right through his stomach. His blood was spilling profusely as some of it got on to my eyes. I tried to wipe it off but was no good, that's when a map drop down from his body and I decided to wake myself up. Lucidity Time 2 minutes.

1. I was inside of some fancy building in a certain room. The walls were a dark yellow, but were made of a carpet-like material and had red accents on them as well. The floor was covered in a crimson carpet and all of the wooden tables around me were a nice polished light brown. I remember gaining Lucidity out of the blue, and immediately I remembered what I wanted to do. I got up and walked over to a DC.
He looked chinese by his facial features and had black hair of course. He also had a mustache as well. He was wearing a really fancy chinese robe that matched the interior of the building/restaurant. I remember I went up to him to ask him a question about how to dilate time, just to see what he would say and if he gave me an easier method. I don't remember anything else.

Posting other dreams later.

Dream - Lucid

I was at a school, an elementary school I believe. I went somewhere else to go get these pictures made. I got there, and the people who were taking pictures were a bunch of young brothers, and when I say young, I mean kids. They all had black bowl-cut hair and solid-colored sweaters. They were lined up from tallest to shortest. They were posing us (I believe more people were with me now, Dallas's sister being one) in these weird, cheesy poses. The way they talked seemed kind of shady. I think one that was talking had a weird accent. There was also something to do with these multi-colored pies; there was one that was bright yellow, which I assumed was lemon, and then there was a blue, a pink, and some other colored pies. I don't recall what they had to do with the photo shoot though.

Anyway, during the shoot, I had a vague feeling I may be getting ripped off, but it was too late now, I was already getting photos taken. They finished and left. I was talking to someone else afterwards, and they said I got ripped off.

~

I was living in an older-looking house with Dallas. The inside was quite dirty; the sinks in the bathroom were supposed to be white, but had this grime stuck to them making them look off-white. I was laying in bed with Dallas for the night when his mom came up to us with some cleaning supplies, and was yelling at me about something to do with the cleaning. She left the room, and there was some white, foamy cleaning stuff on the carpet that she had spilled. Ugh.

I then was scrubbing a small section of the sink with a rag in the bathroom, and noticed that the grime was coming off when I did so. At first, I had thought the grime was just discoloration from old age, but I could see the white that was underneath. I didn't scrub it all off however; I don't think I had time, or I just simply didn't want to finish it all up at one time. I thought about how the past tenants obviously didn't clean; I thought it was supposed to get cleaned.

Later, I said something to Dallas's mom about the white foamy cleaning stuff on the floor. I didn't want to further anger her as I told her this., so I told her a bit cautiously. I don't think she got mad. She did start cleaning it up.

~

I was looking at an envelope that had the name and address typed up instead of written. I saw my old roommate's name as the sender. Wow, why was she contacting me? Weird. I then thought about how I had heard that she had been married, and took another look at her name on the envelope. I saw that her last name was now "Garrison" (Idk what it really is IWL).

I then saw pictures of her. There was one with her and some roommates. She looked a bit different, a little longer face and she looked older, but quite happy. There was another one of her on the floor kneeling by a couch with some guy and then one guy that she dated and his roommate, whom I dated at one point. She was looking up at them eagerly. I wasn't sure what she was doing. I thought it was wild that her new husband was friends with her ex and my ex. I couldn't imagine how her ex could even stand to be around her anymore, but it looked like they were all friends. Maybe she had changed.

She had, for some reason, also given me a cellphone that looked like an old, beat-up Blackberry. I thought it was her phone. I then saw on the screen some words scrolled by. They said
"Jared's phone"
Jared was my ex (thought that is the wrong IWL spelling of his name), the friend of her ex from the photograph. Idk why she had given me his phone. I knew in the dream, but can't remember.

I was standing outside of an apartment complex during the daytime, looking into the distance. In the sky, I saw these flecks...hard to explain. It looked like the sky itself was a mirage or something. I thought I must be seeing things. The flecks then started to come closer to where I was. They were then close enough for me to notice that they were HUGE hailstones; they were the size of soccer balls. I saw them hitting the ground and shattering. God damn, these could kill a person. As they got closer, it was starting to snow a little around me, with a few giant hailstones raining down. I needed to find shelter. I went to the nearest apartment building.

I then was in an apartment. I looked out the window and saw huge lava waves slowly moving over the land. Well, this is the end of the world, isn't it?

I somehow, at this point, realized I was dreaming. I was in a stairwell, I believe. I then saw Dallas in front of me, and said, as always
"I'm dreaming!"
He smiled and seemed excited.
I sadly don't remember anything else about this lucidity.

~

I was super drunk in a house made of light-colored wood. It was the middle of the night. I was trying to cook things on the stove, one thing was mac and cheese. I was by myself. There was something about a kitten and how it squeezed itself under a door and got stuck in a room that no one was in and that no one would be back at for awhile. I thought about how I was going to spend the next day, my day off, hung over.

I became lucid at some point, and saw my best friend whom I consider a sister, Mk, there with me. She was sitting down with her head turned the other way. I wanted to interact with her, maybe ask her something deep and meaningful, but I couldn't think of anything. I got her attention anyway and said
"Mary Katherine!" She turned her head towards me and looked at me. I continued
"Tell me something meaningful!"
She then replied
"Heaven is real," she said with a straight face, and then continued with "I don't want to bullshit you by saying...." and continued on to talk about things she could have said instead or something. I don't remember anything else about it.

~

I was heading to my first crush, Nick's house with my friend Caitlin. The house was located on the other side of the street in a different place than it is IWL. IWL, we were friends with his younger sister, but no longer are. She was supposedly having a party that night, one that she had told Caitlin about years and years ago, the last time they spoke. It was evening. We were there outside the front door, being cautious. We "remembered" the night before being really drunk and going into their house (a nod to my last dream; I "remembered" the events as if it had happened the night before), which had appeared to be empty at the time. We were looking for Nick, or at least I was. We were going to make out (a nod to my teenage years), but I would be cheating on Dallas. But for some of the dream, I was thinking it was Nick's brother I was looking for, not Nick. I dunno, it was weird.

So anyway, we went into the front door of the house. We didn't see anyone at first. Nick's dad then came out of a room to the right, and looked very pissed. He told us to get out. We started to leave, walking down the concrete stairs of the front porch, and he was saying how he had been there the night before when we were drunk, and how he had been yelling from the room for us to get out, but we didn't listen. Damn. We didn't hear anyone at all.

Then, it was nighttime, and I was with Mk and my mom about to get on a school bus to go to the party. We were outside my old friend Courtney's house, which, in IWL, is right next door to Nick's house. The bus came and I got on. Mk and mom already seemed to be on. The bus was full of small children, probably about kindergarten-aged to first grade-aged. Mom and Mk were sitting towards the front middle of the bus on the right side. I sat down and told my mom or Mk that I didn't want to do this anymore, I didn't know it was all these kids, and that I was going to get someone to come pick me up from the location we got to. The reason was that I wanted to go make out with Nick; I was supposed to meet up with him.

All the sudden, the bus was back at Courtney's, and dropped us off. I don't remember if mom was with me, but Mk was. She went with me next door to Nick's. I saw a light on and heard drums; I knew it was him, because I "remembered" that he played drums. I was listening to him play, thinking about how he had been in band but quit.

We were then in his backyard. It was still nighttime. I was barefoot. He came out of the house from the back porch. I don't remember what we talked about. I was walking around the back yard with bare feet though, and he told me to watch out for dog poop. I then remembered that they had dogs. I saw a small dog there as well. I then "remembered" stepping in dog poop back there before with bare feet. I started to run back towards the concrete, feeling the soft ground sinking a bit beneath my feet. I hoped it was just dirt and not dog crap.

I was then walking with Nick in the back yard. I "remembered" us making out that night at some point, and how different it felt now that we were older. He then was yelling something to his dad, about how tonight he was taking a break from his girlfriend Gina (IWL I don't know his girlfriend's name, or if he even has one). He was cheating as well. I then was thinking about whether or not we had sex as we were walking back towards the porch, and I couldn't remember. I then "remembered" him having anal sex with a girl in his back yard. I saw it happening. It was graphic. I saw it close up.

I then was leaving with Mk, going back towards the road so my mom could take us home. I was telling her that I didn't think that his parents liked me. I then heard his mom behind us say
"I like you just fine!"
I turned around and saw her. She seemed happy

We were then in the car. I was sitting in the passenger's side seat. The car looked like Mk's mustang on the inside, but a bit different. I think my mom was driving. I was thinking about how I had just cheated on Dallas. I was wondering whether or not I should tell him. It was a huge moral dilemma in my mind. A song started to play on the radio. It was a female vocalist, singing something about the weekend.

I've been doing the same thing as the night before last night - direct self-suggestions invented on the spot and with going through my most common dream-signs and DCs with the suggestion, that I will decipher them. And so I did - this shop below was in a place, I had incubated for recognizing. This worked really well now, the two times I tried - I'm very pleased! Besides I dragged myself to the toilet prophylactically in that mini-WBTB, and was graced with an absence of respective disturbances.

Originally Posted by StephL

Dear Xanous - I have your mission accomplished!! "Slap someone you care about!" Done!



I got lucid standing in front of a shop window which displayed little antique knick-knacks - determined to let out my hidden violent side. So I convinced myself, that one of my ex-partners, whom I do still care about platonically and whom I meet much too rarely in real life would be inside.
And yeah!! He sits behind the counter - fully lifelike and realistic! First I say hello and talk a little bit, telling him I dream of him at the very moment, to which he nods wisely and with a lopsided smile... But when I feel the optic quality getting a bit less - I walk up to him and slap him on the cheek. His totally flabbergasted expression with glasses askew lingers a bit - and then he vanishes. Just like that. I find this a bit sad, but head out to see, what else I might accomplish - attempting to change the weather was first. It gets dark and rainy - I'm really good at that meanwhile - but I wake up before the heavenly conditions get any more interesting.

Now I'll have to have a good think on whom to dare with what - I'll update with this, once I've made up my mind. But ThreeCat - brace your three selves - you're one of my darees - that's planned already, my dear fellow ex-McCoy!

Otherwise? Hm. While the comp I've been watching "The Wire" from CD, one or two episodes before bedtime, and I hardly dreamt of it at all - now it's a French series "Spiral" - and it turns up every night and several times with motives interspersed. I liked The Wire better, realistic and in my eyes pretty deep stuff - but Spiral goes more heavily on emotions, I somehow have something against it - won't stop watching it, but something doesn't feel right with the script.

Aanyway - I was a whore-apprentice, held by an evil pimp with a batch of other girls supposed to learn the trade. It could have been worse, that dream, I somehow managed to get around having to actually serve a customer. Certainly not a nice dream, very unusual but also very realistic. I'll spare everybody and myself the details.

But it's interesting to see, what sort of fiction enters into my dreams in which ways - it's not down to exposure time directly, that much I can say...

I was in a classroom, and there was a student that was being the substitute teacher. I was focusing on these five cards, each with a different word on them. They felt like index cards, and they seemed very important. They were in with a large stack of cards, like "Magic the Gathering" cards, and there were two different sizes of cards. I then put the cards away and noted how cool it was that I had every major type of word a sentence could have in those five cards. Then I realized that I didn't have any adjectives and I felt kind of disappointed. Then I realized that one of the words < I believe it started with 'B' and ended with 'M'>, which reminded me of the cold of winter and frozen things, could be used as an adjective <As hard as I tried I could not remember the word when I awoke>. I then got out my cards to be sure, and as I looked for the five I needed I separated the other cards into three different piles, only to realize as I finished with the superfluous cards that the ones I wanted were right on top the whole time. I scanned the five cards, though I didn't actually read them or even really look at them, and then I put them back on the deck and put the three decks back together and I put the cards away, the matter apparently resolved. I then moved on to my next period class. This time the regular teacher was there, only there was a student that was missing . I went on from there to lunch, where my brother was using a taco replicator to make himself some tacos, he ended up with 5 or 6 tacos. I realized that I didn't have breakfast yet, so I made some large waffles in the shape of a square with lot's of maple syrup. When I went back to the taco replicator my brother had not eaten as much as he should have and there were seven or eight packages of original flavor skittles <real original, with Lime not green apple> and my brother was only half finished with one. I grabbed myself a package of skittles and replicated myself a taco and I sat down to eat. The taco was really good, like a Mighty taco, so I went to replicate another taco. There were two rectangular things, one on top one on the bottom, that provided information in green digitalized numbers. The top one said that there was only one taco left to be replicated. I knew there was a way to fix this but I didn't know how. I called my brother in and he pointed out that there were really four rectangular areas that you needed to pay attention to. Not only did 2 more rectangular areas appear to the right of the original, but the replicator itself appeared to go from one corner of the room to the opposite corner, even though I was still standing in the same spot relative to the replicator. The top right area set the number of tacos that would be replicated by a dial and displayed how many were about to be replicated in a rectangular box with green digitalized numbers. The bottom right was different from the rest in that unlike the others it was a button instead of an area that displayed information. The rectangular button was used to reset the number of replications back to zero, which saved time from using the dial. The top left area was actually for displaying the number of models that could be chosen from, and it still displayed its one. I have no idea what the bottom left area was for. I turned the dial to set the number of replications I wanted and it immediately jumped to sixty. I slowly turned the dial down to nine. In the meantime I was watching the output area, which had a large bag the tacos would be replicated in, and also there were empty kraft mac and cheese boxes. As I turned the dial not only were there less tacos appearing in the bag, but the amount of mac and cheese boxes decreased as well. I decided that nine would be a good number and I left for a little bit, then I came back, replicated the tacos, and ate them. <Then I woke up>

The dream started with my classmates playing some game that involved a swing over a merry-go-round. I got on the swing and for some reason the game ended, though no one got off the merry-go-round. The people on the merry-go-round kept on apologizing and I would say it's okay. I swung over the merry-go-round 3 or 4 times and then started to swing in a large circle in a clockwise direction facing the merry-go-round. As I was swinging there was a group of three trees which would block my view slightly as I swung around. As I was swinging I was going faster and faster. I swung around four times and it occurred to me how dizzy I would get and I got off. My gym teacher was there telling me about stocks which somehow worked by kids playing on the playground. He then told me to get some money to make my own stocks. I went down into the woods. After a while, it became 11:00 am the next day somehow, even though I had no watch <It was this feeling, I got the impression of a time card being held up, like in some shows and movies just before a scene>. My way was blocked by a deep gorge, so I looked for a way across. I came across a wooden structure. It had a log high above the ground that was hard to get over. Then there was a lower log that was easier to get over. Then the railing along the sides blocked the way. I could see that there were eight steps further on that didn't come close to going across the gorge. I continued to look for a way across. I came upon another wooden structure, but it was the same one as before. Suddenly a beaver came out from under a log railing. I was scared that it would bite my leg. I saw its large canine teeth <it had teeth like a dog or wolf's>. I jumped on top of a log. I could see the beaver jump at me, trying to bite my leg. I kicked it and went back up the hill I came from. The beaver followed and blocked my way. I went down the hill and around an old wooden house that was suddenly there and began walking up the hill. There was a small pile of stones with a hole or small cave in the middle. It looked like a much better place to live than the log railing, and I was sure the beaver would like it. I looked down and the beaver was there and began to explore its new home. I figured that should keep the beaver busy for a while and proceeded up the hill. "wait" the beaver called, it was a male voice, " Why do you keep running?". I kicked the beaver in the face. "Sorry" I said, "You could bite my leg,and chew it right off". "relax" he said, "I will not bite your leg, I promise". It was night now, the beaver said he could see the "Great Fish". "where?" I said, the beaver replied " do you see that red star?" I looked up and I could see the stars, but I could not make out what colours they were. I saw the red light of an airplane. "Is that it?" I said " first of all..."said the beaver "... that's not a star, that's a plane." I finished. I looked again, a female voice said something about stars and I commented. The beaver seemed to be mocking me that I could not see the red star. "At the beginning of the Universe..." I began. Suddenly I could see everything as though I was there. There was a great cloud of dust. The cloud separated into four dust clouds. The dust clouds spun and some of the dust flew off in bands. " Each one developed bands around its center" a voice said. One had one band of dust around it, another had two, another three and the last had four. The cloud with four dust bands seemed very special, and looked very beautiful. Suddenly I was in a room, probably part of a government building or hospital. Research was being done about people who remembered things they couldn't possibly have had any recollection of. "this one remembers things from the dinosaurs" a doctor said. I thought that it might be cool to know all of what I remember but shouldn't be able to. But I imagined the hypnotist would say "sleep!" and I would say "no!"and the hypnotist would say "Why not?" and I would say "If I went to sleep now my dreams wouldn't be lucid". <then I woke up>

I had a dream about a large battle. The armies looked like they do in The Rise of Rome game <small and faraway looking down from an angle>. I was chased by a large dinosaur and went into thick woods to get away. Then I was chased by a small raptor.I escaped the raptor by going into a tree with small ape-like creatures. The far Army won the battle and chased the other army. When the army arrived at the edge of the battlefield, they began to disappear. I woke up and wrote something into my dream journal <still part of my dream>. I was anxious about getting it all written down on time. <Then I woke up>

30.08.2014

Lucid Hattrick - Three Dares completed! (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lucid Hattrick!!! Three dares completed in one shot!!

After waking up and not able to recall a dream, I started to use the MILD technique, something I have been doing for a couple of days and I focused on getting some dares done.

I ended up forgetting the non-lucid part of the dream, actually, I recalled right away writing down this whole dream in my Dream Journal and getting comfy back in bed, and I hoped to remember it in the morning, but I did not mind if I did not, as it was not a spectacular dream anyway, and well... I forgot it lol.

So, this dream started with a False Awakening. I was in my room and I was going to write down the dream, but I had some difficulty and I was unable to write the dream down, so I sat on the side of my bed and trying to focus a little bit to be able to write it, but I felt weird and I my wife woke up. I told her I was feeling funny and I said,

- Imagine I was dreaming.

My wife laughed and told me:

- Yeah, right. Go back to sleep. - And she just tucked herself back in bed and I did a Reality Check. And I laughed and said, "Well.. I am in dreaming indeed. But my wife was either gone or just she fell back asleep." The dream quality was not great and I had the feeling all the time that I was going to wake up, so I exited the house and started to fly, demanding to get clarity and to anchor myself in the dream. A few times, I lost vision, but I knew I was still dreaming, so I did my best to open my dream eyes while I anchored myself into the dream, with success.

I found myself in downtown but I still did not feel like myself, so I decided to enter a big building, which was a hotel and eat some food, as I was sure that the taste of food would anchor me further into the dream. I asked a woman I saw there if she knew where I could find an apple, and she directed me to the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, it was not a kitchen, but one of those meeting rooms, with large tables on the side and said tables contained food, veggies, fruits and meats from all times, apparently, the meat was raw and uncooked, but as I was looking for something to eat, I realized my dream was pretty good and clear, so I passed on the fruits and decided to work on some dares. Since I have not been dared yet to anything, I decided to work on the "anyone" dares, and I got started with:

"Let yourself fall from a great height and hit the ground at full speed (Xanous)"

I felt it was an easy one and since I was in a huge building, all I needed to do was to climb it, so I started to fly, exited through one of the windows and flew to the top. As I reached the top, I could see that I was in the tallest building of all downtown (I believe this mightn't been the Trump Tower because of the shape.) All the cars and people looked tiny.







I decided to jump. Before I did, I was laughing with myself because it would be funny the mayhem I was going to cause when I crashed in the ground. So I just jumped off, head first and I flew at full speed. It still took a while, even though the speed of the fall fell amazing on my face. As I was about to hit the ground, I wondered if someone would grab me, but no one did and I crashed hard in the ground. It felt similar to when you fall in bed, but it was a lot harder, but I bounced back. I could hear a big noise type of "splat!" but it did not hurt and it neither affected the quality of the dream.

So much for thinking I would make a mess... no one seemed to care I crashed in the ground... oh well! Dare completed!!

I recalled the next task:

Do a 'trust fall' (free fall backwards) into the arms of the nearest DC. Did they catch you? (Dreamer)

I had no idea who made this challenge, but I was able to recall it well, so I walked to a plaza that was busy with a lot of people. I walked by a lady who was in her 30s and very good looking, so I thought it would be a great opportunity for this catch.







I said, "Hi there!" and immediately, gave her my back and I free fell. She indeed grabbed me and asked me if I was okay! I told her, "Sure I am, thanks a lot!! Another Dare completed!!" (I thought that I had t be caught in order to successfully accomplish this dare.) The lady appeared to be attracted to me, as she making a lot of eye contact with me and she was like taking care of me, if you know what I mean...

I recalled it would be another good chance to get one more dare completed, which is:

Get naked in front of a DC (Dreamer)

So, since the mood was there, I just found out it would be a cheap way to get this one done, and then, hattrick the dares. I look my clothes off and she started to do so as well, while we were still in the middle of the place, but no one seemed to care. Dare completed!!!!

I felt this was a great dream, and I did not want to risk it due to having sex with the woman, so I just took of and started to fly away from there.

I suddenly lost control of the dream and had a false awakening. I felt, "So much for not having sex to save the dream..." As I was about to write down the lucid, I had a funny feeling that my mind was playing games with me. I could not see a thing, so I started to touch my fingers. I could feel five fingers, but something was not right. I had a couple more false awakenings and then I lit a small light in order to see my hands, the light came out to be very pale, but that, I did not notice, however, upon checking my hands I realized I was still dreaming.

I walked away from bed, and I was still naked, but I did not care, I fly naked many times, so I just took off and I started to fly. It was dawn and it was very foggy:







It felt great to fly in the nude, as it was fresh, but not cold. While I was flying I thought of a fourth dare to get done while I was at it:

Apparently, it was not a anyone dare, in fact, I cannot find this dare at all, but I know someone said to do this in Dreamviews recently. It was about applying Photoshop effect to something:

I landed next to some city lights, and decided to apply the Photoshop effect. I moved my hand, pointing at the city lights and visualized them changing color, which they did successfully. Then, I decided to apply Bevel and Emboss to one of the city lights upon waving my hand into them, I was able to see how it turned thick, like if it was a Photoshop layer. I decided to wrap it up with adding shine light effect to the light bulb of one of them, said bulb turned very shinny and bright.

As I was about to do something else, I woke up.

30.08.2014

In some random bot-war (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I boarded some sort of train, as I planned to go to some place that I cannot recall. As I was about to get to the place, I was given an assault gun that was exactly like the plastic ones they use against Magneto in one of the movies. But not as toy like:







I was wondering what was going on and why in heavens I would need a gun. I realized that we were going to some sort of war and I was dressed like a military.

I got out of the train and there were some war-bots wandering around, so I destroyed a couple of them. One of them, had a cable hanging on its butt, so I pulled it and destroyed the bot. Some other bot said, "Pull his cable then" and they pulled out something from my back and I lost focus for a few moments.

From here, I went to some sort of war court, as apparently, I did a war crime for some reason. There were a lot of generals who appeared pissed, but I had no idea why was I in so much trouble. But I saw a friendly face, one of the judges that was surprised to see me there.

He told me to speak with him, just the both of us. We entered some sort of mobile building. In the office, there was a calendar with a schedule that said:

Monday - Kill
Tuesday - Kill
Wednesday - Murder
Thursday - Murder
Friday - Murder
Saturday - Kill
Sunday - Kil

I started to worry, I did not want to fight any war and my gun did not work well, sometimes, it would shot by itself.

I shared with the general that my gun was not working and that I got there by accident and I wanted to go home. I told him I am a Psychic Medium and not a Soldier and that I could not do anything being there at war.

He appeared to understand me and he gave the order to ship me home. I was relieved.

Choline doesn't seem to have contributed to dream results these last few days (unfortunate because I've just bought 2 more bottles...still, it's early days yet) I didn't take any before retiring to bed.

1.25
This could have been a blockbuster Western (maybe like The Big Country) but because it wasn't particularly long or vivid it was more like a B movie...or even one of Ed's home movies.

It seemed to concern local "Families" and another big local family seemed to want my family to leave the area. Two of their senior women were astride their horses and wanting to know if we were leaving this morning...as I had apparently said we would be.

I was saying something about maybe we would later in the day and one of them said that our presence was upsetting another of their senior women. Clearly not a John Ford masterpiece...not a gun in sight.

Did a quick WBTB and had a very small coffee and took one choline. (can't resist experimenting)

8.00
Another fragment really. It involved some sort of gathering (maybe even a wake) commemorating a family member. The highlight seemed to be a crowd of younger people laying on the floor partly obscured by furniture. They were singing and the girls in the group were periodically holding up their handbags. (was this supposed to represent a group of girls "dancing around their handbags?) I noticed one handbag in particularly fine detail...it was enormous, open and completely empty. Crazy...and completely incomprehensible...

Nothing to get excited about last night but at least there was an early dream. I'm hampered by the fact that I usually waken with leg pains and automatically turn over before my self-conditioning - not to - kicks in. How much that destroys dream recall is difficult to quantify but I know I lost at least one more dream.

Still working with ADA and other routines. I'm trying rosemary oil (a couple of drops on a pillow) after I read this article

Rosemary aroma may help you remember to do things:-

Rosemary aroma may help you remember to do things -- ScienceDaily

We'll see what happens long term.

This morning, my alarm was set at 4.45 am because I had to go to work early. I had naturally awoken at 3 am and thought I still had another REM cycle to sleep.

I "awoke", looked at the clock and it was 4.37 am. I thought I'd just lay there until the alarm went off. Next thing I know, I look at the clock again and it's 5.20, so I had ten minutes to get up, get dressed, ready and have breakfast, and head out. I guessed I had overslept and hadn't heard the alarm, but it was weird because that had never happened to me before. I got up, went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Before bed, I had tied my hair up in a bun, like I sometimes do, but in the image I was seeing in the mirror, my hair was down. "I swear to God, my hair was tied up in a bun. I must be dreaming". I looked at my hands and they looked normal. "Well that's weird, to be dreaming and see a realistic replica of myself in the mirror and have normal-looking hands. It's unlikely, but maybe the hair tie has slipped from my hair". However, I had it around my wrist and it was close to impossible that it had got there on its own. I couldn't believe that, even being conscious, my mind was still trying to trick me into thinking that was real. I knew that just couldn't be, but just in case, I started putting my make up on. Soon afterwards, the alarm went off for real.