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Had a lucid a couple of nights ago where I was walking with my gf at night. I was pretty aware of walking then sometime after that i ran into a good friend who passed a way and talked to him for a little while. I forget what we talked about but i remember asking him something like next time im lucid may we meet again or something and he said yea...

Went back to bed around noon today, felt very tired. I listed to a two hour binary beat track on you tube. This did not induce lucidity but it did give me a very vivid dream. I was sat in front of a big field where I had set up a tent and small fire (u sure why I was there I think there was some sort of cattle sale going on. In the next field there were many people setting up big round tables and chairs, tents and bar b question. I didn't know them. As I sat and looked down the farm lane, I saw a black shape "ambling" toward me. As it got closer I could see that it was a lack cat who had a big grey rat by it's side. I knew that they were friends. As they got nearer still I noticed that the black cats two front paws were tethered together by black cable ties, both ends were sticking out. The rat was helping the cat walk. I shouted to my daughter to go get a pair of scissor or something so I could free the cats legs. With the scissors now in hand I turned back to the cat, but the legs were no longer the there'd together, but the cable ties were still on each paw. I tried to cut through them and as I did, they opened up to reveal electrical wiring. At this point I wondered if I should cut them off.........unfortunately the home phone rang and woke me up. I wish I could have continued the dream I may have become lucid, who knows

This entry is going to differ a little from the usual simply because something fairly odd happened to me last night. I've never heard/read of it happening (though I am sure it is a regular occurrence) ,so I'm not certain as to what to call it. In any case, I'm going to describe what took place and maybe someone can shed some light on it

I am sitting down at a table, in a café. Looking around me, the colour of the walls strike me as lovely, being a warm and inviting orange. The establishment itself looks very comfortable, typical of the south of France or Spain. The tables were round and white, the floor was marble, with the counter facing the entrance. I was sitting away from it, a little removed from the customers. The happy chatter and laughter, the clatter of cutlery and general bustling of life which emanated from my surroundings just made the sunny afternoon feel even more like summer, and it lulled me gradually to sleep. I had been using the café as a place to study, seeing as it was also where I worked. Now far too tired to carry on, I fold my arms on the table and rest my head upon them. Feeling strangely comfortable, I fall asleep.

This is where it gets a bit weird.

Before me stands a woman, dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. I know it isn't her, but I don't know who she is either. She smiles and beckons to me, telling me to come towards her without actually saying a word. I begin to do so, but stop midway. She frowns as realisation dawns on me. This is a dream! Grinning I congratulate myself on finally becoming lucid. This new found lucidity leads me to thinking the following; This is a dream. Therefore, I know I can manipulate the environment! More determined than ever, I pull myself out of the fake Katniss dream and back into the café dream. I then proceed to pull the fake Katniss out with me, so that we both end up in the café. The issue here is that given the fact that I thought the fake Katniss dream was a dream, I reasoned that the café must be real. I essentially genuinely believed that I had managed to bring my dream character to life through lucidity. What is even weirder is the fact that I was completely unrestrained by any dream plot or narrative. I could do what I wanted. It was definitely a completely different atmosphere to my usual, non lucid dreams. Anyway, throughout the rest of the dream, we chat happily about various things, whilst drinking coffee. I realise that as soon as my attention wanes away from her, fake Katniss begins to disappear. For this reason, I feel compelled to remain with her until the dream ends.

Well, there you have it. I still don't fully understand what went on, but it was a lot of fun!

Sleep time: I've been having trouble sleeping lately. The last time I checked my phone before I eventually fell asleep, it was around midnight. I was woken up by someone else today at around 7:15 am.

I'm not sure if this was one consecutive dream, or several small dreams, because I remember bits and pieces that don't really relate to each other much.

I remember a person being given a baby on the sidewalk by someone walking by. Either that, or they found it in a puddle on the curb. I think I was the person's friend. We asked two people who passed by if there was a hospital nearby. They said there wasn't. My friend tried to wrap the baby in their coat. It was raining. It was evening, I think. Either that, or the rain made it darker than it was. I asked the people if they knew of someplace where we could at least find a bed for the baby to sleep in. They pointed and said the name of two streets I don't remember. I looked at my friend, but the friend looked like they knew the area, so I didn't say anything.

That was one part. The next part was me and a lot of other children. I was younger than I am now. We were put into groups of two by one person who seemed to be a teacher, and someone else who seemed to be the teacher's assistant. The children were supposed to talk about things, and then high-five when one of them talked about something they both wanted/agreed with. We were all sitting underneath a bridge, I just remembered. On the ground, facing each other and sitting with our legs crossed. The teacher and assistant were higher up on some grass, watching us.

The child I was with said something about being taken to a better place than this. I don't remember what they said exactly, but it sounded nice the way they said it, so I nervously gave them a high-five. I then started to get worried because I didn't actually know that much about it, and I had a feeling that saying I was all up for it would lead to something bad. I asked them if you could come back from that place if you didn't like it. I don't remember what they said back, but they high-fived me harder this time. I guess to make it look more confident to the teacher.

Then I was on a ship. I think this was part of that dream. I was going with them to this "better place." I was nervous though. I think me being nervous made the teacher afraid of one of us backing out. I remember that at some point, someone who had been with the teacher from the very beginning had passed away. I was talking with the teacher outside the ship, looking at the stars. The view was third-person this time, and it looked like I was playing a video game that involved making choices. The teacher asked me if they should give the deceased person a traditional burial (which was sending them into space, I believe). One of the options was something like "He's been with us for a long time, don't you owe this to him?" I guess it was a big deal to be properly buried, at least with this group of people, especially since the person had been so loyal.

I don't remember much of the rest, but I think I got too nervous about saying the wrong thing. My time to make choices ran out and I ended up picking whatever. I was then on the ship again. I think the teacher was upset, or they had an ulterior motive the whole time, or the "better place" actually wasn't real or that good of a place. I think the teacher had a feeling that I knew this, and that I was scared. They told me to go to the back of the ship, I believe. To get supplies, or something. I went, and the ship turned upside-down. The hallways were now tubes, and I had to crawl/slide through them. I found the person who we thought had passed away. They told me that they were going to go to the control room, because something bad was going to happen. I don't remember if they said this, but that was the feeling I got.

They told me to go find everyone and get them into the safe room, which looked like a large closet. They ran down the hall to the control room, which was near the back of the ship. I just remembered, I was wearing a hooded robe. It was purple. When I went to get the supplies, my robe started changing to different patterns, or to pajamas. The view was third-person then, but quickly went back to first-person as I tried to go through the tubes. I couldn't go to most places on the ship, because there was nothing to grab onto, so it was hard to go through the tubes that were slanted upwards.

That's all I remember, I think.

Morning of March 24, 2015. Tuesday.



As I have mentioned in the past, I do not always include the details of how the majority of my dreams since earliest childhood have (sometimes impersonal or trivial) visually precognitive layers that are too precise to be by chance. This time though, I am including the relevant notes, because even I thought that it would be ridiculous that a “miniature apartment building” (of the same size orientation as my dream) would be erected near our home - in reality, after a huge amount of digging right near the outer wall of our home ensued. In fact, there was no clue that this would be happening; no letters, visits, or calls; no warnings about this project whatsoever - and is now considered by us as the most thoughtless act we have ever endured from people, though at least we did not have to leave our home from old asbestos being broken up in our own yard with no warning (with the associated health risk) as with certain other families.

This dream has a very similar fictional setup and focus as other recent dreams though this one is proven to be related to overlooking an actual miniature city (or model) - unlike my other dreams where it seemed a “real” city was oddly or partially rendered in-dream (so as to only appear somewhat model-like from the extremely high building I was in). However, the overall feeling of being very high in Earth’s atmosphere is very vivid and seemingly real at first. Eventually, though, again, it turns out that I am in a high building but the cityscape below is some sort of expansive model as far as I can see in two directions from my (fictional) corner apartment. I become aware of this because I see several boys running around some time after looking at the view and thus it is proven to be a model. It seems to be fairly late at night.

The boys do not seem mischievous. I note with interest that the buildings and streets are very realistic for a model in some ways (primarily the layout and overall design) though they lack more intricate detail and color variations. One boy is about the same height as a model four-storey apartment building. Most of the model’s layout includes parking lots and smaller industrial buildings. I am still in the highest building in the region, it seems, though possibly only on the third floor at this later point. I do not question why a model city would encompass so much of an otherwise normal neighborhood or at least the one normal building I am living in. I am aware that other people live here as well. (Of course this “miniature city” correctly foreshadowed the NBN network. Small craters also appeared everywhere in the neigborhood which had to be filled later on and NBN workers shouted near our house for weeks, as early as five in the morning. People could not communicate by telephone for over a day.)

Later on, it seems to be during the day. There are two bright points of light in the sky, one nearly directly above the other but by a fair distance (around forty-five degrees and seventy degrees inclination). Assuming the directional orientation is the same as our present real house on the corner, the lights are in the northwest area of the sky. One is seemingly a planet (Mars or Venus assumed) but the other (the higher one) is some sort of meteor. Even though it is a meteor, it is understood to be a regularly occurring event similar to the appearance of a comet. For quite some time, I think about its potential of approaching and hitting Earth. I even hear a boy ask his mother, “Will the meteor hurt the earth’s body?” At one point, I have a disconcerting idea that the meteor will eventually hit my building, even my apartment, though this is based on the ridiculous (though seemingly clear) in-dream assumption that I can tell what direction it is moving even though it is still only a small point of light in the sky. (Of course, in reality, meteors do not remain in one part of the sky as such as in my dream.)

Eventually, the meteor does hit, though it is in the distance, directly north. There is a huge explosive impact; soil and debris being cast out in a wide arc. I hear a rumbling and an extraordinarily loud whistling wind (of a lower pitch), the nature of the impact (including the sounds) seeming quite vivid and realistic at this point. I am aware that this will eliminate all life on Earth though I do not feel that fearful for some reason. However, at this point, my dream quickly grows duller in awareness. For some reason my “last act” is to say goodbye to my wife’s younger half-sister in a sarcastic manner (with a slight awareness that her mother is there as well). At this point, the rendering is crude and highly distorted and ambiguous. Somehow she lives in the room in my sister’s house (on the first floor) that I used to reside in before coming to Australia over twenty years ago (she has never been to America). At the same time, I am still inside the fictional tall apartment building I had been in at the beginning of my dream (and on the third floor), but yet with an implication that I am also outside at ground level at the same time - a distorted trilocation event (which is not all that uncommon in my dreams).

First night I dreamed I was at some kind of Mardi Gras event. All around me were people in fantastic costumes. And dancing. I was somehow in charge of the wardrobe section and there were people queuing for outfits. I was rifling through the racks and pulled out an exquisite velvet green dress with black piping. Some girl asked if she could wear it, I said no you can't becuase Shirley Bassey always wears this when she performs and she might turn up.

Second night I dreamed I was was taking my son and his friends to a running competition. I was in some kind of low level electric bike. Miraculously we all seemed to fit on this thing and I was going up hill to the venue. On arrival at the venue my son and his friends disappeared to prepare for their race, I looked around and again there were lots of people in fantastic costumes, including my mother in law and sister in law. It was then that I thought "oh hang on, didn't I dream this sort of thing last night??
So I knew it was a dream, in my dream, but somehow I was distracted by a pregnant lady who was half dressed on the steps and then I was helping another lady cover the lower half of her body with a sheet to preserve her modesty ( turns out my good friend gave birth during the night?) that's when the dream ended but I was excited next day as i realised that I had for the first time recognised it was a dream

I was in home. The whole place was changed, and created convulted maze of labyrinthine corridors and rooms. I was training with classmates, running up and down the stairs to attic. The attic itself was changing, from old and abandoned, to a part of palace.

I ran down, and entered a nearby room. There was an old man sitting on a chair. He was reading newspaper, but was interrupted by classmates. They have thrown one of them on the man. He was spinning and floating slowly towards the man. I ran upstairs to the attic-palace.

Red colour dominated in the room. It had antique wooden furniture ornamented with silver. I heard someone screaming something about bogeyman in that room. I don't wanted to go away, and I had a weird idea. I licked the air, and felt strong, sweet taste. After a while I realised that I licked the bogeyman in the face. I felt a bite on my left arm, and woke up.

3.23.15

Nap from 3 to 6:30

Tons of dreams, feels like dreaming the whole time.

1.
I was pullng scabs or whatever from skin without looking, when I pull something and it's like 3 inches long. I see a bloody root of a plant in my hand. I look at the other end and it's like a clover leaf. I find moss and other plants on my body. (from Bridge to Terabithia I watched the other day, where the dog ripped a chunk of moss from the troll's body).

2.
I'm in a one story hotel room that sits 5 feet from the take-off runway. I watch all kinds of diff planes take off from left to right and I'm telling someone what a cool hotel. It's winter, I walk outside and watch from there. Some kid starts to play on the runway and I tell him he better not, coz you know, the airplanes.

3.
There is a train going by the airfield and one wagon has opened side and bunch of kids are sitting there like on a disney ride "soaring over california". Someone shots a sotgun into them and one kid slides out all like wtf?

4.
Coworker A. is banging on some door handle to make it work. It's pretty consistent with his regular behaviour.

5.
I'm at work which is a swimming pool, and I'm cutting some beef to cook it up, coz hungry.

6.
I'm telling someone about my post I made today "sensations in head on verge of a WILD". And I demonstate my sensations by rolling on the bed and making sound effects.