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I'm at a groscerie store, it's in a old brick warehouse, with long rectangular windows. It's nicely cold inside with stack of brightly colored fruits and vegetables. I'm not alone in here; there's a teenage girl dressed to the nine in grungy, gothic clothes, with matching black lipstick and rebellious attitude. There's a groupe of men dressed in what's look like armies fatigues, they seem world weary and dangerous. And of course there's the cashier, a slimy, wannabe womanizer in a open collar shirt with slicked back dark hair and a gold chain dangling in the tuff of hair of his chest.*

The girl go to pay for her stuff and he hand here a small booklet with a black cover. I go after her to pay for my things and he and me a similar booklet, only mine looks like his little sister made it. I walk out of the back of the store to a park with gravelled paths and a fontain. I read the booklet; it's telling me that I'm some sort of paranormal creature, and that I'm both descending and under the tutelage of a godess named Asthatée. I get angry reading, telling that it's a bunch of horseshit. The dangerous-looking men are getting out behind me and trying to calm me down, telling me that they are used to that kind of things, but I blown them off and go to the cashier to tell him that he shouldn't hand out shit like this to teenager. He absolutly flips out and jump me, his hand turning into claw and going for my neck. I run away under one of the window, and one of the man, a hunter, manage to get on the ledge and use it to pour liquid fire on the enraged cashier, making him melt. Another of those men got caught in the fight and is badly burned; I look for something to soothe his pain. I spot a bottle behind the desk of the now deseased cashier: it's micronised milk. I grab it and pour some on the burns of my savior; it seem to work and he's relieved.

*classy act, this one.

I'm at a party, the girl is a friend of a friend who is hosting it. I eat cake as other people get wasted. I eat a chocolate mousse cake followed by another fruit cake. They are excellent. A kitten comes up and rubs up against me. It is doing it really hard, it must really like me. As it rubs its nose into my eye socket, it starts getting weird, it this cat sexually attracted to me or something?!?

At a McD's, a Spanish guy I know from school orders a sundae, I look into it and see it barely has ice cream in it, let alone sauce. The staff mustn't like him much. Suddenly he becomes the shift manager, uniform and all, and we sit down and start to talk.

Like in a real-life Springfield. Maude is there, no one likes her, she is very crabby and petty. No one likes Ned Flanders either, he is a religious nut. Bart, looking like a real person, says that Maude should be dead. There is a vibe can Bart can see the future.

*Note: Today in school we had ice cream. The Spanish guy from my dream, someone I've never talked to, comes up and talks to me at my table. If I were more of the free-minded type, I'd be calling this a prophetic dream.

Don't remember much. Main reason I'm posting this is to record the sleep paralysis I experienced, which I think is only the second time ever that I experienced it. Quite scary.

-4 people dying in a beautiful tragedy style dream

-I'm on the street by my house french kissing everyone I see. I realize I'm lucid, and decide to go to my neighbor's house to see who's home but I wake up.

-I died and went to heaven. I'm opening drawers that when you open them seem to go on forever.

I wake up, but I can't move. I can't even open my eyes. It's scary but I figure I'll come out of it eventually I try to fall back asleep in hope that when I wake up I won't be paralyzed anymore, but I somehow am finally able to move. Sometime during this I hear things like my dad in my room(in RL he's not at the house) and my dog(also not here in RL). Weird dream-like state.

Helping my parents
I'm in the kids' bathroom (which is as it is in real life), getting ready to take a shower. I check my phone and see that I need to move quickly - Mom stayed with us last night, and she wants to head home soon, but first she wants to go to the store with us to get something.

Now I'm downstairs in "my house." I'm working on some kind of balance transfer from eBay for Frank. He's been selling stuff, but the money has been accumulating in his eBay account and he can't figure out how to transfer the money out into his bank account. Now I'm holding a bunch of printouts of emails from eBay which should document the amounts and accounts involved. I remember that some banks have a minimum deposit, and I don't know if this will meet it, so I think it may be necessary to make a withdrawal and then immediately redeposit it, plus the eBay stuff, so it'll go through. Now I'm printing out a cashier's check for $90 - that plus the eBay stuff will exceed the minimum. As I'm looking at it, I realize I should have ensured that the documentation I have (the emails) is enough - it seems kind of flimsy, and it would be a pain to have requested the cashier's check for nothing.


A strange day at school
I'm in a small classroom with only my oldest daughter, oldest son, and our physics teacher. I'm listening to him with only half an ear as he drones on about something. He's standing at the head of a short rectangular table. I'm sitting to his left, and my children are sitting across from me. He's going on about something, but it doesn't make any sense. I hope the book will be clear enough to figure out the contents of the lecture and do the problems. Now my children are doing the problems in their workbooks. While I was distracted, it seems the teacher finished his lesson and gave us the rest of the period to get started on our homework. I keep doing whatever it is I'm doing, since I don't actually have the workbook with me, and I feel a bit embarrassed about it. Eventually I look in my backpack, on the floor to my right, just to make sure - and it turns out the workbook was there all along. Whoops. I get it out but then can't find anything to write with; I end up borrowing one I find laying around somewhere.

Now I'm outside class talking to my daughter. She says the teacher is really well known, that he's currently second in his field. She says something about the intermediate competition she and her brother are part of, then wonders what it must be like to be in advanced like I am. I have no idea what's going on at all, so I say something generic.

I look around and see that we're in a clear grassy area which is surrounded by trees and which has a scattering of small buildings. As we're talking a strange plane comes in view. It looks like just the fuselage with no wings, though in the dream I'm not at all surprised by its appearance. I am surprised by its color scheme - it's got a kind of yellow/black check, so I assume it's some kind of taxi service. The most surprising thing about it is that it's moving every which way and is sometimes on its side or even up-side-down. I point it out to my daughter, who turns around to look at it. I get more and more worried as it heads our way. We're the only two who see it, so eventually I call out a warning as loudly as I can - something along the lines of "Look out!!!" - and it crashes in the middle of the clearing. Most of us start to run towards it, to see if we can offer aid to anyone inside, but a man with a very commanding voice orders us to keep back, then less loudly explains how important it is to wait for it to cool down. Someone else says something about a majority of airplane deaths being caused by inhaling poisonous fumes.


Fragment: During WW2, an injured soldier is being shown a black and white video of a little American plane taking down a much larger enemy plane.

Dl1 - In a changing room with benches all around the outside. D is needing help getting change. I kindly help him put his socks on. I then feel the urge to hug him despite him being a little .... I hug him and feel a relief wash over me. Maybe he is not so bad after all
He offers me some of his food,a carrot. I sit down and take out my lunch it is a giant Baclava (greek cake with honey). On top there is strawberries and cream. I take a bit then offer him a strawberry. He opens wide and takes a bite like pittbull dog. His jaws are locked over the cake and my face, aaaaaaa!! (Hmm seems familiar), why do people keep biting me).

Dl2 - On holiday, in a shalley type room with double doors opening onto a veranda. Below is a short drop down. There are cupboards below , I investigate and find they are full of food in jars. I sit on the grass in the sun and sample the food stuffs.

Morning of November 4, 2015. Wednesday.



I and my wife Zsuzsanna and our children are living at our present home on W Street. However, it is elevated at least to second-storey perspective in the first situation, with our wooden staircase over twice as high and oriented northward (directly from our front door) rather than offset and westward (perpendicular to our front door and at the front of our porch) as in reality. Running parallel and adjacent to our footpath, in fact the railroad tracks seemingly replacing a portion of the street, is some sort of small train station (with the train seemingly running west to east). I eventually see Barry Cowsill (September 14, 1954 – c. August 29, 2005) cheerfully approaching our house, seemingly having gotten off a train that was stopped near where the intersection is in reality. He has a beard and is wearing a hat. I have a sense of positive expectation about this encounter and get an autograph from him. I get a sense that the other Cowsills may soon arrive but not necessarily visit our home. I am not sure why he is on his own presently.

Somehow, there is soon a heavy wind blowing; some sort of “super hurricane”, so powerful as to carry large pieces of metal everywhere. I am outside and trying to dodge things like falling garage doors and large pieces of bulldozers and earthmovers as well as sections of warehouses in the region. Although it seems I may be in danger from large falling objects and windblown debris, I do not feel that threatened, though I do try to get out of the way in each case. There are a couple diggers and bulldozers on the streets near our house.

I avoid a large sheet of metal falling towards me by ducking under some sort of metal awning sticking out from a parked utility truck or van. It is a very loud metallic sound when it hits the concrete sidewalk (fictional in this case, as the area is grass in reality). A few times, I move out of the way of approaching flying debris. This almost seems like an “automatic” or natural “ability”.

Directly after this, I get into a car (which is parked facing south next to our house), into the back seat, where two unfamiliar older boys are sitting - seemingly related to some sort of emergency evacuation of the area - they do not seem like my sons. (This is atypical for me, as I often cannot fit inside cars in dreams if the situation involves getting into one, though in some cases, I am already in a car and there is usually no problem as such.) I am slightly concerned that the car may be crushed and so I get out after a short time, mentioning this to the boys and a couple unknown adults. Although this wind is incredibly powerful, it does not seem to be doing any direct damage to buildings (other than abandoned warehouses) and does not even seem to have much direct force against my movements and walking about.

Mostly, this dream was shaped by actual loud metallic noises outside our window at the time; curiously enough, a trailer they were eventually unloading small diggers from after I was awake (which I could not have consciously known, as very similar noises came from temporarily parked car carriers and other random vehicles at times in the past).

Apparently, without deliberately trying to sound harsh or judgmental, there are certain people, including certain types of “dream interpreters” who are too short-sighted to understand that some dreams are mostly only shaped (or at least altered during the dream state) by environmental noises (as here) - even though there is also the inexplicable element of somehow knowing during sleep that there was a large trailer with diggers parked outside our house (our windows and curtains were closed). The other association seemed fairly untimely and random. Barry Cowsill actually died during Hurricane Katrina in 2005 (not found until later, thus why the date of passing is not exact). (“On August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina hit the city of New Orleans. Cowsill, who chose not to evacuate, weathered the storm in an abandoned warehouse.”)

The first segment of my dream may be a play on “being off track” - implying that my dream is soon going to be “altered” (”disturbed”) by environmental noises, which it was. Arguments and fights amongst unknown groups of people outside our window (while we were sleeping) have also influenced, even triggered as a foundation, our dreams at times. I am sure most experienced and genuine dream journalists can easily relate to this (especially those who live in a suburban area as we do).

I was somehow at my old house and I was walking through the hall ways and the bedrooms looked different. There were small and full of stuff which I haven't seen before and it kinda had like a red or orange tint/filter to it when I went inside them. I went outside in my back garden but then it looked like the house I live in currently. I started to shadow box (because I do boxing and muay thai) behind the glass doors where the dinning table is but the inside looked like my old house where there was a living room at the back of the house. This dream's house was weird at the outiside it looks like the house I currently live but the inside it was my old house.

GOAL: To have more interesting and longer dreams

Last night I had my longest lucid dream ever! It was about 2 mins long, which most of my Lucid Dreams last less than a minute. So, I won some things and I learned some things. I have been practicing taking more control over a dream by shouting, "No!" whenever the dream starts taking back control. Whenever I went Lucid in the past, I would focus on my hands to gain clarity in a dream but after going lucid for a few seconds, I would just go through the motions of a dream but doing it consciously. So I told myself that in order for me to have more control over a dream, I would tell the dream, "No, I don't want to do this," no matter what was happening in a dream. For example...

Last night, I went Lucid out in my parent's driveway. To focus, I stared at my hands for a little bit. Then I look left and I look right. Last time, the dream took me down the dream to the left. But this time, I decided that I was going to go to the right. So, I start slowly trying to head down the street to the right, taking my time. My goal was to make the dream last longer and just take in my surroundings. The dream kept trying to make me run down the street, and whenever I realized I was moving faster than I wanted to, I shouted, "No! Slower!" and I would slow down to a walk again. It was just a way to make sure I stayed focused and stayed in control in my LD. I was happy that it worked and it also helped me stay lucid longer.

I remember I wanted to go to Cherry Blossom Lake, but I've never teleported in my dream before. So I asked the dream, "How do I create a portal?" A little voice responded in my head, but it was so soft, I couldn't hear it. I asked it to repeat itself, but it was still too soft. I asked one more time and I could barely make out, "You need a cane." So, I created myself a cane to walk with. "Now what?" I ask. It tried giving me more instructions, but the voice was so soft, I couldn't make out the words. So, I just asked, "Can't you come show me instead? I can't understand what you're saying." So the dream sent Jennifer Garner, dressed beautifully in a glittery green dress (like a personal Fairy Godmother) to help me out, but along with her came a horde of other DC's. It was like a block party. There was popcorn and hot dogs and drinks! Everyone was there to learn how to create a portal, so I didn't get the personal one-on-one training with Jennifer Garner that I wanted. She went over some basic instructions, but because there were so many people demanding her attention, I couldn't ask her for more details. I finally found another lady--heavy-set, black--that gave me details on the instructions. She told me that I had to draw two vertical S's--SS--and two horizontal S's over that (to create a wiggly-like tic-tac-toe board) and then mentally focus on the image.

By that time, I'd even forgotten why I wanted the portal, or even what these S's were supposed to be for, but I was there to follow the instruction, so I found a mirror to draw over and I created the pattern and tried to focus on the image. As I was looking at myself in the mirror, I remember thinking, "Man, this LD is lasting a very long time! I'm surprised nothing has woken me up yet!" All of a sudden, I hear my boyfriend fart in his sleep beside me, and I wake up. -_-

No recording during the night, so earlier dreams area bit fuzzy, but they were definitely also vividly experienced.

+ riding some powered sled with my wife, on snowy hills, we're sort of spinning out on the turns, I try to bring it under control. We're then inside some place, like the lobby of a motel, two twin young men are there with short black hair, we say something to them and talk with the staff there a little, those twins are a bit strange.

+ in the (underground) basement of childhood home, hey I can see out to the garden from here from under the house, I go out to the garden, look back at the house and notice that the hole is huge, anybody could walk in there, I should repair that. Neighbor boy PG my age is there, grown, and with a long thick black beard, his parents are there too, I go and shake his hand.

+ to the side of busy traffic road, cops walk past me to interrogate a guy on a motorcycle, he's starting to shake uncontrollably from being nervous, he's claiming everything is fine but the cops's questions are pointed, and the guy ends up admitting more and more fault ("Yeah, it's not my motorcycle, but my friend let me ride it! Honest!" and so on like that). I'm relieved they didn't stop and question me. [WBTB residue! I looked out the window during a waking and saw two cops questioning and searching a shady charater]. I cross the busy street and continue my escape down some stairs, the stairway bends and turns and there are strange metal struts framing all the walls, I'm getting the feeling I'll be trapped here, but I miraculously find an exit back up to above ground and go out. I see my wife in the distance waving to me and smiling, she's really happy to see me, we go on to do other things [forgot].

+ in (the park of childhood neighborhood?) I see a man who I know has been helping me throughout (my dreams?). I say "sorry to take up so much of your time." He answers "yeah, it's taken pretty much all day." I start to think I may be shared dreaming with him! I get very excited and ask him "Hey did I earlier tell you all about a motorcycle? [earlier dream]" and he said yes and starts telling a story, as he does this I have a DO view above a road in wooded hills with traffic below. Then I'm with some girl (unseen) who's moving besides me and talks about flying. I ask her, amazed, if she can *actually* fly. She says that if you practice visualizing it then it (seems real?). At this point we're flying DO over a forest landscape for a while, enjoying the view.

+ driving in a car in old CA neighborhood (MR, ML?), I'm thinking about our foreign visitors who've been staying with us [false memory]. I think we should go up to my folk's house, but I wonder if the trip there and back would be too tiring for our guests. I'm trying to think how long they've been here and when they need to return home, I realize it's probably at least a week away.

On the curb outside someone's house I notice a big red S is planted there, it is the "S" from the logo of a Safeway store. It sort of looks like a dollar sign? Sort of surprised by this.

Back in "our house" I hear the voice of my son S1, he sounds very excited and in fact a bit tipsy/drunk. He's talking very animatedly with his friends in another room. I want to go see what they're up to. I approach a set of white double doors, open them, and enter the room. S1 is sitting on the floor with two friends, I say "Hi!" [in a foreign language], and S1 says "Hey, dad, what are you up to!?" I say "I just came in for a drink." Then I'm standing over him and he now seems as he was about 9-10 years old. There's a little mini-fridge next to us and it's open and I see two tall bottles, son S1 is being very friendly and says "here dad, you could have this guava juice." I see there is also a bottle of ginger ale there.

My wife is trying to organize some board games on the floor of this living room area, I notice a bunch of boards and pieces of paper and things there.

I'm holding a bottle of soda and walking through the living room opening it, it starts to fizz over wildly so I quickly close the cap and open it slowly, letting out the gas pressure a little by little.

My sons are talking about the young chess player DN. They're saying he got into [my childhood home's] high school or university there. He's very famous, all the bloggers are talking about him. I wistfully think that if my kids had only applied themselves more they could have been successful chess players as well. Son S1 is standing at the counter with me and is saying "I lost my other one, like usual." I see he's holding a chess game's score sheet, and ask where the other one is. "I lost it, I told you." he says.

maybe FA or just start in my room:
i sit or lie on my bed. my room looks nearly the same like my actual room but the ceiling and the floor looks like the one from my old room. i notice that water is dripping from the ceiling. "oh no" i run and get a bucket and put it under the leak. i think to myself "damn thats not good and what if the whole autumn it will be raining?" i notice another spot where it leaks. the first one is now not dripping but running water, like a lot. "oh shoot..." i look down on the ground and see everything is wet even under my bed. i look up again and see that my clotheshorse is up on a wardrobe and the water is not running right into the bucket but through the some of the cloth and the water gets therefore redirected right next to the bucket.... i go and get the clotheshorse down from the wardrobe and put it next to the footboard of the bed where surprisingly a second clotheshorse is standing around. Everything is wet. i turn around and want to keep going to rescue my room but look up where the wardrobe was standing but now see a blackboard with some math stuff like COS and TAN and so on written on it really clear and bright. "wait a minute...." i do a nosepinch and see that i am dreaming "Thank god my room gets not flooded" i leave my room and go into the corridor. i rub my hands and instantly know my goal: Teleport away to a nice meadow with a tree so i close my eyes imagine the scene, my head is falling a litte to the back and i open my eyes again. "hm no meadow" but my eyes are messed up. it looks a little bit like squinting. i see from both sides or with both eyes my center of my face. i see my nose and my upper lip. but other than squinting i dont see anything around blured but i mostly see my face and a very small spot surrounding. i see on the left site a mirror but i cant manage to move myself in the right position to see myself. the outline of the apartment is the same but as far as i can see the little spot i see it looks like a different apartment. i rub my eyes like hell but nothing helps. hm what would you do if you have broken eyes? how do i fix that? i close my eyes and start moving around with waving my hands around so i dont run against something. i suddenly need to smile because that must look very stupid. damn it, i think, when i cant see anything atleast something nice to touch: i reach out my arms and i expect to touch every second a nice pair of boobs . i move some steps but no boobs. i open my eyes and they start working again. "ah you just need a distraction" i go back to the corridor still not seeing 100% perfectly but good enough and thinking what i could do. suddenly i hear the sound of closing the supply cabinet and i wake up (the sound was within the dream)

-that was an interesting experience. i liked it that i didnt wake up just by that after the teleportation did not worked or my eyes were broken. next time when something like this happens i just can try to teleport again, i mean i need to close my eye therefore anyway soo^^
-and i think its always interesting to see what makes you lucid. not the whole water thing even if our apartment is in the middle of the building so no rain and not the clotheshorse on the wardrobe or the second clotheshorse no the blackboard^^

* Me and my girlfriend were shopping on what seemed to be a house that was floating at sea.
* The KKK and purple clothing.
*Flying above crop circles.
*A Cambodian girl joke around with me.
*Someone sleeps on a bed full of teddy bears. *Unknown lady takes a shower.

It was very dark out the whole dream, like midnight dark. I was working in a several story high office building, but it wasn't like a skyscraper or anything. Just a several story brick building, very boring on the outside, and it looked a lot like the building from The Office.

Anyway, the woman in the cubicle kind of behind and across from mine was maybe in her mid to late 50s, stocky but not fat, with frosted dark blondish hair. She wore a sort of suit jacket and shell with a skirt and some low heels. Her jacket was sort of a pinky color, her skirt was more of a taupe. I can't remember if she wore glasses, but I don't think so.

There was another woman there, a middle-aged black woman who was very no-nonsense, and I think maybe she was supposed to be one of the Human Resources people.

I vaguely recalled the older lady leaving, but I turned round to talk to her and she was gone... I asked where she went, and the other woman told me she was gone - as in, gone for good, she'd left the company. I was a little bit surprised by this, since I hadn't realized she was leaving, otherwise I'd have said goodbye.

So the other woman was leaving for the night, and I didn't want to be in the building all alone, so I decided to leave, too. I got out into the parking lot and she got into a very tiny white car that looked sort of like an older BMW but very, very small. I recall thinking that it was a very expensive car, and that someone else in the company had one, too. Anyway, she drove off. I didn't have a car. It was extremely dark outside, and sort of rainy.

I briefly woke up. When I started dreaming again, I wasn't lucid, and the office building had turned into a really swanky hotel. I went back inside. The lobby was really brightly lit, and I recall there being a lot of gold stuff... maybe the carpet was even a gold color... it was fancy in the "trying too hard to be fancy" sense, where it came off as not being as fancy as it was trying to be (but still pretty fancy). Not exactly gaudy, either, though.

Suddenly I was a kung fu master who had somehow ended up getting a job at this hotel... for whatever reason. I don't recall what it was. I just recall going into sort of a ballroom/meeting room and everybody was completing handwriting assignments. Not quite calligraphy. I recall a professor coming through and grading them by marking them with streaks of watercolor, and he gave me a really bad grade, which I was pissed off by because my handwriting was clearly very good! I'd just written in a different language than everybody else. So we argued about it - I don't recall the exact words, or even if there were words at all, I think there was more of the sense that I was protesting than me actually saying anything specifically and the assumption that an argument had happened - and then eventually he wiped off the bad mark he'd put on it.

After that, I went out into the lobby and Donald Trump was there with his daughters. He was arguing with the receptionist.

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So I ordered a FitBit yesterday. My boyfriend has one because I got him one for his birthday, and I'm interested in the heart rate tracker and sleep tracker. It's hard for me to tell how much sleep I get, and I know I wake up a lot.