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I could only remember images in dreams and can't really remember it chronologically. I wrote everything I could the best, but it didn't exactly happen in this order.

Runner

I was going to practice running for track and field. I was taken to this ice rink area and the coach told me to run around here. I was with someone else I couldn't recognize. This person was running great on the ice while I was OK but going slow, so the coach was nagging at me. The scene changed and I'm in this house basement. There's a group of people here and they're encouraging me to go run around the school. Apparently this was the basement of the school. I was competing with some other people. I ran out an exit door and a kindergarten line suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't really run so I waited until I could go again. Now I was running on grass. Another line appeared again so I waited it out and got through. I went around to another corner of the school and stopped. There was a couple of people I know in waking life there, along with some of my family. To the right lead to an open field with a fence in front, and to the left showed the street and a bicycle rack. A friend of mine who I haven't seen in about a year now came up behind me and was asking me to do something.

There was another time where I was running around the school hallways and I seemed to be in the past because one of the people I was competing with the first time, who was here again this time, looked around a corner and found himself running the same way he was the first time. The "him" from the past just barely missed eye contact with him.

Had a bad recall this day.

Earlier: I heard about a plan for a new kind of TOTM on DV. Someone had come up with a single extremely complex and elaborate task that was broken down into about a dozen different steps, and the number of steps one was able to complete determined whether one got credit for Basic, Basic + Advanced, or Basic + Advanced + Bonus tasks. Someone who managed to complete the entire series would get credit as though it were a TOTY.

Later: I was at some kind of large event like a conference, and passed by a counter with a placard advertising a program or game called "BRAinixity." A list identified the first three letters as standing for the following descriptors:
• Big
• Regular
• Alteration

I gathered that "BRAinixity" was a kind of lucid dreaming program, and that these three terms described the magnitude of effects that practitioners might have on their dreams, depending on their level of accomplishment. I inwardly scoffed a bit at the idea that it somehow took a higher degree of effort or mastery to accomplish a "big" effect on a dream object as opposed to a minor "alternation," since I had time and again observed the lack of any such meaningful distinctions in the dream state, but I was nevertheless interested in seeing what the program was all about, so I decided to sign up.

A woman with short light brown hair was currently signing up for the BRAinixity program, and I was standing next to her waiting my turn. Since we were going to be on the same team, we exchanged introductions. She had a strong accent that made me think she was from Germany, and said her name was "Lalla." She explained that it had originally been longer, but that she had shortened it when invaders had attacked the valley where she lived. I understood her implications: under the circumstances, a long name would have added brief but unnecessary delays to social interactions. "Yeah," I joked drily, "You don't want to be standing there waiting for someone to finish pronouncing your name when you should be running away."

She finished signing up and the woman behind the counter began to take my information. I saw that I was on the "Cloud Valley" team—all the teams were organized by fictional valleys of various names, each of which accommodated about eight team members, judging from the number of lines on the registration card. Each team member was assigned to "Towers" of a particular color. Only the top line on my team's card was still blank, and since I was the last person signing up, I didn't have any choice as to what color my towers would be. I looked closer to see what color towers I'd be getting and saw "Green" next to my name, which pleased me, since green was what I would have chosen anyway.

"Green towers in Cloud Valley," I said aloud, liking how poetic it sounded.

+I am with "my family" that isn't my IRL family. I have parents, a little sister, and an older brother (one of the men is Bryan Cranston). We are eating dinner in a dimly lit room around a rectangular table. My brother and dad are across from me, my mom is next to me, and my sister is talking to us from a window opening to the kitchen. She shows us a piece of dark meat on a plate drenched in seeds. She says, "It's time for another ritual." My brother is jaundiced and his skin took on a dark orange hue, so we are referring to him as "The Bear". He became intubated and we assist him with some sort of ritualistic bathing process. Afterwards, when we get back to the table, he is very angry. My mother is frantically trying to change his behavior by doing a series of spells. She blesses the Mexican food on the table and we feed it to him. I am feeding him guacamole and potatoes.
+I am in a nail salon run by white, middle aged men. They brag about their environmentalism. Supposedly they have schutes to properly dispose of old nail polish and other chemicals. Their preferred payment method is in sex.
+I am getting ready for a class but I can't remember what time it starts. My classmates are there and my instructor M. was there. A classmate is complaining that my ziploc bags are difficult to close, unlike hers. I pack chicken for lunch and can't decide what shirt to wear.
+My sister gives birth, though she is standing and dressed. They hand the baby to her and she sobs, clutching it close. My mom yells at me to take the baby from her and do something. I grab the baby and am not sure what to do. I start cleaning the vernix off of it with its blankets but I run out of blankets. The baby is cold, naked, and crying. My mom tells me to swaddle it so I start to. My sister is now laying down properly and Dr. W says that the placenta won't come out and my sister is hemorrhaging. I open a 500 mL bag of Pitocin for her, handed to me by someone. I start cleaning up her work area for her.
+I'm shopping at the mall with a foreign lady. I keep seeing a Wet'n'Wild eyeshadow palette with a complete spectrum of colors for $50-60. Aunt L. asks if it's worth it and I tell her that it is. I want to shop but the foreign lady only wants to ride the escalators because she's never seen one before. I want to go up to the next floor and there is an escalator in sight but she heads towards the escalators on the other end of the building that are far away and out of sight. This happens twice. The escalators are unusually wide and very fast. As I'm going down one I experience a moment of bliss as I am able to appreciate the escalator from her point of view - new, exciting, mysterious, thrilling.

That midday nap yesterday kinda threw me off. I got some lucidity in though.

I was playing Minecraft digging a long tunnel deep underground, I think it was 3x3. I usually dig 3x3 access tunnels to my mines to this was not out of the ordinary. I wasn't placing any torches, but there were some places where I had mined into lava lakes and that produced some light.

I ended up mining into a large cave. I remember taking out two pickaxes and using them to climb the wall of the cave to get up onto another level. I started mining some of the ores when Sokka (from Avatar) shows up and starts yelling at me and giving me this really freaked out expression because I'm not mining properly.

He vanished or fell into some lava.

...

I appeared outdoors. I had no sense of where I was at first. Somebody (not me) said.

"We're on the night side of the planet. The sun will be coming up in a few minutes."

I looked up in the sky. There was this huge yellow-brown Venus planet and this smaller earth planet in the sky.

...

I arrive in some kind of basement or hideout. I feel like I'm still on the dark side of whatever planet I was on before, but now I'm underground. I'm also lucid for one reason or another. I remember the room being dark and having one table and two chairs. The only light is a single bulb hanging from a chain.

Manei is there, wearing what was by far her weirdest outfit yet. It looked like armor made out of a shiny silver metal with a scaled metal skirt.

"Okay... that looks seriously uncomfortable..." I remember thinking to myself.

I remember thinking of my old dream goal that I wanted to give her a headband, and that I wanted to follow up on that or hadn't done it or something. (Facepalms all around, I did that over 6 months ago...)

So for whatever reason, I decided that this time I was gonna make her a necklace. I found a copper chain, but that alone isn't really a necklace. I put it in my hand and closed my fist and tried to picture it becoming something more fashionable. What came out... uh... art skills, go!



"Ugh. I didn't meant to put my emblem on this time. If I wasn't so egotistical this wouldn't keep happening."

She took it and seemed really happy. But then when she put it on it somehow converted into a heavy metal collar and she started freaking out. I looked away from her and looked back and it was normal. (Gosh darn it I try do something nice and this ends up happening.)

"Sorry. I don't know what that was about."

...

There was some other part of this dream where I was flying. I was still on the dark barren planet, but there was one small square of green grass.

-WBTB-

I was leaving my Taekwondo studio along with my cousins. It was night time and I saw a female Darth Vader standing on top of one of the street lights. Yes, that's right. A perfect Vader, but with a female body.

She threw a smoke bomb and yellow smoke went everywhere. It smelled really bad as well. My aunt told everyone to walk in a line until we got out of the smoke. Everyone in the family got into a line except me. There were a couple random people that I didn't recognize at the end of the line.

I saw a light-saber blade appear out of the smoke and heard people getting cut and dying. Darth Vader was killing everyone in the line starting in the back. I told everyone to run.

Everyone ran away and the smoke cloud cleared away. I told them to run and I would fight. I was already semi-lucid. I saw a bunch of light-sabers in a pot in the landscaping of the parking lot. (Convenient...) I called one to me using the force. It was a double ended blue lightsaber. I turned it on.

We started fighting with lightsabers. After only a couple of strikes to one another, our lightsabers became toys with plastic blades. We threw them aside and started fighting in hand to hand combat.

I remember running at Vader and flipping her. She hit a wall. We exchanged a couple of punches and kicks; I dodged most of them. I tried flipping her again. This time she fell on the pavement. She staggered up. I kicked her back into the wall and then kicked her again in the face, causing her mask to crack. I didn't get to see who it was though.

...

It was daytime now. I was riding in the minivan with my cousins. They wanted to watch an avatar episode on the little TV that drops down from the top of the Minivan.

The episode was called 'Fat Zuko' and it was about what you would expect. Zuko becomes the fire lord and he becomes lazy and fat because he doesn't have to fight any more. Then he gets attacked by Aang and tries to run away but gets stuck in a narrow doorway and captured by the Avatar.

-WBTB-

I remember getting a tour of this multi level concrete building that looked sort of like a parking garage. except there were crops and flowers on all the levels. I was told it was eight stories tall, but I think it was only about five. I remember there was this pulley with all of these giant buckets on it. They reminded me of the buckets you see when you go to splash parks and they slowly fill then every once in awhile they pour.

The buckets would get pulled up linked to a mechanical system powered by wind turbines. When they got to the top and poured out the water would trickle down and water all of the plants in the structure.

Somebody was telling me how it was a new and environmental way of farming that used less space and energy. They said that it even worked for growing trees. They showed me this greenhouse section where they were growing oak trees inside. They said that they had to wait until the tree had a house-mass of wood. This meant that when you cut down the tree you would have enough wood to build a standard sized house.

The DC who had created it. (Marcus... this sounds like something Marcus would come up with...) showed me that all of the plants and trees were genetically engineered and grew withing weeks rather than months. The trees were also engineered to grow in about a month.

I remember also changed the genes of the trees so that the wood was bright orange colored so that loggers and mill workers would know instantly that it was from genetically engineered trees. Also, the wood was better looking that way, and furniture and decorating companies wanted to buy it more.

At the end of the dream I got shown to my 'Houselet'. It was essentially a miniature one room house with just a bed and a TV (no bathroom) built in a very nice natural setting in the mountains. My only complaint was that there was no bathroom

Upon trying to fall asleep, I felt a wave of vibrations over my body. My body rose up out of bed and landed gently on my feet on the floor. I walked outside to look for my servants. I felt somebody at my back. It was a little girl. "Where's your friends?" I ask. Before long, there are 4-5 little kids around me. What better servants! "Get me a drink!" I demand. A kid went to get a drink. "Get me an Orange genius phone!" I demand of another kid. I intended to use this to find Amelia Earheart. I never got it, though. I saw a strong looking man, the only adult. "Pick me up and carry me around!" I demand. He did this without hesitation. A kid came back with some dark chap stick. That was my "drink" I guess. I talk with the man how I've never dreamed of chap stick before while he's carrying me around. Shortly after that, I woke up.

Morning of April 30, 2015. Thursday.



This was an extraordinarily beautiful dream in every way even though it was about numerous tornadoes. The mood and essence of the imagery was near-ecstatic and the vividness was of the type where it seemed like a real environment in almost every way. It even colored my mood to where I feel a residual joyous nature and optimism.

In the first part of my dream, my family and I are living back on Barolin Street. We have different neighbors (the houses also being closer together than in reality) and across and parallel to the street is only a set of elevated railroad tracks about as high as a one-storey house and about fifteen feet from the street (the rest of the area being just grass). At first, there is a point where I marvel at the wind and its sound. It is a very strange and eerie sound but I am not concerned and in fact feel quite joyous when walking into the living room where my family is. I notice the neighbor’s curtains are blowing nearly horizontally out at least one open window. (I am mostly only aware of the neighbors to the north.)

Looking outside from the front porch later to check on the weather, I look to the south and see a few very light gray tornadoes forming. They are rather small and thin and soon seem detached from the clouds above them and seem both transparent and shiny. They follow a path on the other side of our street, moving in our direction. I start telling my family about the tornadoes but they do not seem as if they will cause much damage or go directly near our house (even though one clips the porch later in my dream). Even the wind they produce is not really that strong even though the sound is clear and loud. An unknown person (not a neighbor) sees me on the porch and as we talk, he says they are crayolas and not tornadoes and therefore supposedly not nearly as dangerous. However, large tornadoes do seem to be forming and going by us on the opposite side of the street. The imagery is mysterious and beautiful and it seems to be nighttime at this point.

A neighbor comes over and begins talking with me about the unusual weather (he seems concerned about what to do) and I mention that there are more tornadoes coming. He seems a bit confused and slightly annoyed and says that he is from New York and had not lived in Australia very long. It seems odd to me that he does not know at all what tornadoes are or what they look like. Although he is friendly, he seems a bit frustrated with our communications over time, not seeming to know anything at all about the region or the culture.

At one point, I notice what looks somewhat like a white squarish airplane on the ground across the street (more to the north) and point it out to him. I notice and describe the yellow and black diagonal lines on each side of the back area. About six or seven men are around it, seemingly picking supplies up from the ground and checking the vehicle. I soon realize that it may not be an airplane but some sort of rescue truck that went off the road. The imagery seems rather ambiguous. More tornadoes pass. One of them goes right across the front of the porch but does no damage.

For several minutes, the weather seems to calm a bit, but then I see another tornado moving alongside the elevated railroad tracks (but still touching ground) and making a loud clacking by pulling at the railroad ties and overall structure, much like the sound of a train moving over the tracks. This seems amusing to me and I even mention this to the neighbor. (I have heard in real life that a tornado sounds like an approaching train.) When I look out again later, I notice that a train has been derailed and is very close to our porch, the yellow caboose (hanging at about a twenty-degree angle) seeming suspended on a portion of ruined railing and debris to the left of the porch door. This part of my dream changes though, as it is not there later on. (I get the impression that I will mentally throw it to the other side of the street though I am not yet lucid.) An ambulance goes north at one point, very clearly and loudly.

At one point, I notice a female and about four or five of her younger children, who are apparently trying to escape by going north of the main tornadoes. At one point, they are lying over the street (heads mostly to the north) on their stomachs but not badly injured. I converse with the mother about what is going on and if they will be needing any help. It seems they will be okay. More tornadoes are coming, all of them beautiful and with almost “musical” howling.

I watch for what seems like a very long time. Even though I thought it had been nighttime at most points, the sky is eventually blue with white clouds to both the north and the south and it then seems to be “suddenly” late morning. However, weird dark clouds, almost like hands and fingers (each finger being a thin tornado, growing longer and sometimes at an odd angle), quickly form out of nowhere and the sky goes very dark again. This seems very strange and beautiful to me, but I start talking about how this cannot be normal weather.

At this point, the neighbors to the north (the unknown male I had talked to earlier, now with his wife and at least three children) come out and we all eventually go into my backyard for some reason, probably over concerns of our houses being destroyed. The male asks me why my wife and I had impersonated him when they had first moved in, seeming a bit amused but also frustrated (and slightly condescending in a religious or moral sense) about our behavior towards him. I have some sort of false memory to my dream’s back story (which had not actually occurred to my knowledge) that we had mimicked things he said in the manner he said them. The idea of saying “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery” to soothe his possible dislike of my family comes to mind, but I do not say it aloud.

In the last scene, I finally start to become lucid. I start to say aloud in my dream that it is a dream because the sky, as well as the weather in general, could not be like this in reality. I look to the south and see the dark clouds forming a penguin shape as if someone was making a crayon drawing in the sky. Other unusual cloud patterns occur, mostly to the southeast. “This is a dream,” I say to the other male’s wife. For a short time, her body becomes invisible as she is walking while her head floats along in midair. My family remains of normal appearance as we are walking around while I point out the impossibilities of the patterns in the sky.

Even though I am lucid at this point and my dream remains as vivid as it had been since the start, it is not a full lucidity, but skewed with faulty reasoning. I know for certain that I am in a dream yet also have this clear idea that everyone else (equally “real” as I am in my dream) is in the “same” dream. Right at the mental threshold of the contemplation of turning this into an erotic adventure, I wake instantly, probably because my dream had already been extremely long at this point. Still, upon waking, I feel joyous, healthy, and energized.

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Again, this dream has the sky becoming as if someone is coloring in a penguin. One of the photographs my sister sent recently (with no way of me knowing ahead of time that she would send me anything) is an old photograph which has me coloring in a penguin in a coloring book as a boy (which had been taken by my mother and sent to her at that time).

I was driving over to my gran and aunts house to visit them and my mom. I had my step brother in the car with me. It was night time when we got there and we pulled up outside the complex gate which is right at the top of a hill. A golf pulled up beside me in a place that would have been impossible in waking life. The woman driver opened the gate and rushed through to close it before I got through. I'm not sure how I contacted my aunt at first but she didn't answer. My step brother and I waited passing time in the car. I decided to send her an SMS telling her we were there after about 10 minutes. Every single word that I typed in the message was wrong but somehow I knew she would be able to read it. She still did not reply so i decided to get out the car and go ring the bell on the property. About 20 minutes had passed since we got there. When I went to ring the bell a man came up to me and told me to give him my keys. I refuses but he pulled out a knife. Surprisingly I have him the keys and spat on the floor in front if him. He went towards the car where my stepbrother was in the drivers trying to drive away but he couldn't since he's only 10. I realized the car doors were unlocked as well I also thought about how my phone and other stuff were also in the car. My step brother and I walked down towards my grans complex. I was shouting and swearing at the guy as I went to my grans place. The guy said that I must keep the keys and report the car as stolen. I found that strange but was in too much of a state to consider it. I went inside and I was told my aunt wasn't even home she was at Pep so she wouldn't have got my messages. I was really upset and I hoped that the axe immobilizer would kick in and stop the car. I discusses how strange it was for him to give me the keys back. On the screen was a Dota game with. 2 pl picks which I was also saying was strange.

I was in a world which had different races. I followed my race along a road until we came across another race of trolls. I can only recall fragments from this dream so I'm not sure about everything. The trolls were hostile so we climbed up on to these huge barrels that extended far into the air. The trolls couldn't so anything about so they marched off. On the other side was a huge horde of humans. In this world each race had a massive animal that protected them. The humans had a black Labrador which seemed more like a panther at most times. The dog jumped up the barrels and tried to bite the relatively small people on them. My people and I threw these human sized containers filled with nails down at them. It took us over a dozen containers to neutralize the dog and the human who lay in a bloody mess far down on the ground. Some other events occurred which I can't recall properly but we made our way down the barrels only to meet up with another race which was hostile too. I remember it was me, Daniella, Melissa an Conor who were trying to leave the forest with all these races. At some stage I was skating around on the ice and I launched myself into the air and got stuck on a tree which was surrounded by angry elves on the ground below it.

I was on the road near my old school when I came across a friends house. I went inside and there were a whole lot of people getting ready to go somewhere in their car. 4 boys were already in the back seat but I managed to squeeze in too. We went to some sort of fete. I ended up talking to my friends sister and her friend since he disappeared. They had watched a movie and were heading home so I said goodbye to them.

I was in a classroom with a whole lot of other people listening to a lecture. In front of me was a guy who had an auditing degree. He claimed he requires an IT degree and an accounting one to become an auditor. I saw a girl I knew from school and we talked about the degree I was doing and when we were both going to graduate. Someone can and tried to rob the lecture venue which looked just like my aunts business property.

Somehow this fragment links which one of the other dreams. I was with my brother and his girlfriend. We were inside the lecture hall when some buff bad guy came in and started talking to us. My brother and i went off with him and we meet his really pretty sister. My brother was upset about something so he had a few drinks and was drunk. Later I found him getting a tattoo at the same time with the buff guy which I figured he'd regret. Another fragment I recall is me hiding in the lecture hall from someone who passed us.

Awesome night full of flight! Almost every dream a flying dream….wow! Finally, a dreaming night worthy of my name!

+ flying/gliding, arms extended out "glider style", cupping the air in my hands, building up speed flying down then "pulling up" hard into almost-loops; fantastic amazing ski-jumping: hundreds of feet high and long, with friends including the cool beautiful girl, high-fiving each other in the middle of the jumps in mid-air, I'm doing awesome ski crosses and re-crosses; riding the tram back up from the base

+ with parents at childhood home: I show them I can fly: I do this by having them stand next to me, closing their eyes, then I levitate up into the air and say something, they will notice the sound coming from a higher altitude than if I were just standing, I feel like flying before bed-time, I want to fly up to my open bedroom window from the deck below but don't want others to see, I'll just fly right in later; amazing open vistas with flight (vague)

+ trapped on the bus, evil bus driver: my (false memory: Asian) family (mother, father, sibling?) is there. I want to get out. I open a window (old style school bus: two clamps one on each side at top of window), but it's too close to the bus driver and he closes it. I then open a window farther from him and I escape out the window. I jump into air to fly but stall right away just off the ground: I can't move [I'll get caught!], end up on roof of house nearby and the neighborhood kids come and hang out up there with me

+ hanging out with rich family in large room, the mother comes and carves the head off of the huge roasted pig against the wall, that's all she wants. I'm standing right next to it and I see it's roasted carcass, all the insides/guts have been removed. I see it's a female pig since it has "breasts", I closely observe the rest of the pig carcass: feet, chest, buttonhole ["you could carve that off and eat it if you wanted to! Ew!"], privates [yup, it's a female], a butler comes in and says "OK about time to start cleaning up this room"

+(f) flying fragment (perhaps start of next dream): in a vehicle, driving by deep gulley, urge to jump out and fly [DS!], I'm "stuck" on the landscape but I jerk myself free and blissfully glide over the landscape

+ flying again [woohoo!] at L.H. again swooping down gaining speed, and pull up high into near-loops, there are people on the ground, a bit tentative to go over to them where they'd see me, some see me anyway, I show off a bit; I'm on the ground with my [False] "Asian family," [I've been watching too many heart-wrenching Thai public service videos] the father is saying that in the morning, it's good to go out for a swim (but I want to fly?)

+ flying above the L.H., I land on its rooftop, hear announcement for a "Python" seminar(?), see girls inside L.H. though a window, and want to go to them, get semi-lucid, I jump down to the ground outside the entrance, and and think briefly about my legs because it's a long way down but they're fine, I feel the landing, I make myself invisible by making a two-handed gesture where I put my hands together in front of my face, and pull my hands apart in a straight line away from each other quickly. I then enter the building, and a guard closes a gate in front of me but I phase right through the gate. I'm now on the hunt for girls, I see people sitting around at exhibits. I keep my body incorporeal and invisible, but manifest my hands, and much fun sexy-contact ensures including full-on brief sexy time; transition to best friend talking about the "two-way channel" which I think refers to the v-jay.

30 April 2015

After the show at school was over, I was assigned to take the box full of yummy goodies and supplements back to the classroom.
The visual perspective and colour of the dream seemed sepia and olden days.
An old classmate, Andrew, asked if he could have the left over sweet potatoes in the box. I obliged, thinking to myself that
they would go to waste otherwise.

Once in the class where the drop off was to be made i began scavenging for the expensive leftover, putting the AFA-Blue green algae from Klamath into my pocket.There where others in the room watch, although they did not seem to care.

A show ensued, and a dramatic fight scene followed..the kind you would see in chinese movies. One of the female battlers wearing gypsy white pants did an upside down impossible helicopter kick. The sight was hilarious and I woke up in a deep and throat laugh, thinking to myself "you know shits funny when you wake up laughing".
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Liam had just started at a new car company working under an Indian man. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, as did i just shadowing there for the day.
A randomised computer key generator was able to find the code to unlock cars cd player, one that was readily available on the internet. This was a surprise as other mechanics paid a pretty penny for the program.
A twinge of jealousy had overcome me as I knew he would be earning more than me, and Matthew would be going overseas to make some money and buy a new Audi hatchback.

We all sat in a circle and they played a drinking card game, Nehanda and Annette( although it looked like Mardy) included. A bottle of vodka was soon opened and Annette started to drink.I opted out as I quit drinking, but was quite disappointed and frustrated that Annette gave into peer pressure that easily.

I was in a mall at night. I was in the entryway. I sensed that someone or something is after me. I started to run away. I went to the back part of the mall, and it's no longer night. It's daytime. The place just opened, and there's a small crowd gathering during the ribbon-cutting ceremony, which concluded just as I arrived. I vaulted over an obstacle and jumped around. The place looked like a mini-forest and obstacle course. I passed by (I was moving around all the time) a lot of net and adventure-like structures.

I was then kong-running (quadrupedal) along the road at night. It's a small two-way(?) road. I was running on the road itself, so I moved to the side (right) to avoid vehicles. I got tired and had to pause but worried that whatever was chasing me would catch up.

I ended up in some dorm or mini-mall. It was dark inside but daytime. I was hiding. I saw some people run. I also ran and jumped up a fence with spikes. Daytime. That's where the thing chasing me caught me. It turned out to be a devil. It wanted to kill me or possess me for some reason. I didn't feel fear but I felt so sad that I cried hard. I said something like I don't fear dying but I dislike the fact that I will no longer know/hear/learn of stories. I told the devil that I will willingly die if it will tell me a story.

He told me a story, I think, but I cannot recall. When it was time to die, I complained at first that the story wasn't done yet. He gave me some sort of ice-pick-looking knife with a flat and thick black handle. I was about to pierce my chest with it when the devil disappeared, cursing (or shouting?). I was in the living room in our hometown. I saw that the VHS tape got entangled. I got frustrated that it happened. My sister was there and asked her if she played that before and she said yes. I told her the last part got entangled.

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Notes:

- Slept at around 2 a.m., woke up at 8 a.m. due to alarm, slept, woke up at 11 a.m.
- Drank milk before sleeping
- Slept listening to Sam Harris' 26-minute meditation audio

Some years ago, when he was still very young, Bolt entered a rocket contest. Not long after launch, one of the engines failed causing the ship to fall from the sky, but the emergency parachute deployed at the last minute, saving his life. In the rocket with him at the time was a romantic interest of his, who was badly injured, and the man who designed the rocket, Bolt’s good friend Heinrich. Heinrich, unfortunately, perished in the accident.
After the incident, Bolt went underground for a while. A few years later, we’re hanging out at his mansion by the ocean:
We sit outside, Bolt and I lying on our bellies side by side in the long, manicured grass of his back lawn. Sitting criss-cross next to us is his little sister and one of Bolt’s friends. Bolt is young, yet, maybe 24, his disasterly rocket failing having occurred when he was not but 19. He’s always been a genius for rockets. His sister is younger yet, 14 or so. His friend also a bit younger, 19 or 20. Sitting in front of the four of us is Bolt and his sister’s private tutor. Tutor is trying unsuccessfully to give a lecture to the 4 of us. Bolt’s friend and little sister are dutifully paying attention, but Bolt and I keep getting distracted and giggling. At one point we even run off for about a half hour so he can fly me around in one of his smaller rockets. It’s an absolute blast. Pun completely intentional.
Coming back from our rocket foray, Bolt and I are giddy with laughter and adrenaline.
“That was crazy! I can’t believe you get paid to do that!” I say, panting from the exhilaration.
“Yeah, a butt ton too.” He says, still laughing.
“What do you do with all that money? You get paid—what—a million or so every time you go up in a rocket?”
“1.7 million, actually. And I honestly don’t know what to do with it all so I give most of it away to charities.” He says, shrugging as we settle back down before the Tutor.
Tutor snorts, “You don’t donate most of your money, you invest it.”
Bolt rolls his eyes, “fine, I do invest it, but a lot of those investments are into trust funds for charities. By the way, how are the investments doing?”
“All doing very well. You’ll be significantly richer before the day is out.”
Bolt nods, obviously pleased by this.
“Now,” says Tutor, “back to the lesson.”
The four of us nod and he continues talking, but I’m completely lost to Bolt, Beautiful Bolt. In the warm breeze his silken blond locks slip softly across his forehead. His strong jaw and supple skin beg to be caressed. His brown eyes are kind, and his body slim and shaped as though he were Adonis himself.
I interrupt the tutor. “Bolt, what’s your ideal kind of gal?”
He pauses to think a moment. “Hmm, I can’t say I have an ideal. I just want to find a girl who sees me for who I am. A girl who knows me and loves me anyway. A girl whom I could love and be happy with.”
I smile. “I could love you, Bolt. Could you love me?”
He looks at me then. Really looks at me. Then he smiles too. “Yeah, Ambrielle, I could love you.”
“I want to marry you.” I say, breathless at the thought that this beautiful, wonderful man might actually be mine.
“I would like that,” He says, still smiling. “I would like that very much.”
I’m totally overjoyed. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Bolt, the handsome, rich, kind, loving Bolt wants to marry me. Me!
“…Someday.” He says.
“What?” I say, not really sure I heard him right.
“I would like to marry you someday. But not yet. Right now I have a craving for something, so I think we should wait a while to get married. …You know,” He adds, almost as an afterthought, “if I were to give you a piece of advice it would be to become Mormon.”
I think my eyes are going to fall out of my head they’ve gone so wide. “What?”
“Yeah, I mean, Mormons have it figured out. They’re such nice people and girls should protect their virtue. That’s really important. It’s not right for a girl to have sex with a lot of different guys. She should just be with the one she loves.”
I honestly can’t believe what’s coming out of his mouth right now. Here, all this time, I thought he was the perfect man for me. And yet, it seems he has a craving for virgins. Well, there’s nothing I can do about that now. My virginity is long gone and I’m not planning to convert anytime soon. I could become a born again virgin, but somehow I get the feeling that’s not good enough for him.
Standing abruptly, I walk away from him. There’s no reason for me to ever come back to this place, come back to Bolt. He’s no different than any other, shallow man.
Making my way inside the mansion, I find myself in a huge, bustling building. I guess I hadn’t realized how popular Bolt really was. As I step into the middle of the four story glass structure and peer up to the balconies of the stories above, all also packed with young adults, it hits me just how famous Bolt might be.
I sense a presence behind me and turn to find Bolt’s friend standing there, looking sheepish.
“If you like, I can show you where to get a really good drink in here.” He keeps his eyes low as he talks to me, and fidgets with his hands. I get the feeling he’s used to being over looked in the shadow of Bolt.
“I don’t have any money,” I say.
“Don’t worry,” he says, “it’s free.”
He looks up at me then and it’s as though I’m seeing him for the first time. His shaggy, black hair shines brilliantly under the florescent lights. His eyes are the clearest blue I’ve ever seen. He’s not much taller than I am, maybe 5’10 or 6 foot. Not like Bolt who’s a towering 6’5. And he wears glasses, slim ones, but as I notice this he takes them off and slips them into his pocket. Reading glasses, evidently. Cute.
I smile and nod my head, “I would like that then, please, lead the way.”
His eyes meet mine and he smiles genuinely, something I don’t think I’ve ever seen him do before. My heart skips a beat.

Sometime later Bolt announces his return from retirement and enters another rocket contest. He wants to fly Heinrich’s rocket again, convinced they’ve been able to fix it since the accident. On the day of the competition, the rocket fails again, and this time when the rocket falls from the sky the parachute doesn’t deploy. Of the 50 or so people who went up with him, most of them are dead and the rest are significantly injured. Again, Bolt is the only one to make it out alive and unharmed.
His competitor in the challenge turns out to be the girl he almost killed in the last rocket crash, his old romantic interest. She’s risen in the ranks to seek vengeance. In the end, I wake up before I get to see her fly. But I have a feeling she would have won.

1. I was in Culinary Arts class. Everyone was in the kitchen and some of us were sitting down at tables while others where standing. Unlike usual, the tables that we sit down at were now in the cooking area and they were taking up alot of space. As we all either sat down or stood up in the cooking area, Chef Pellicano sat down in her seat at the front of the kitchen and started talking to us. As she started talking, she told us that we were going to be cooking today, but she didn't say what. Me, Dylan, Mario, Carlos, and Lucas were all sitting down at one of the tables. My other friend Kyle was not sitting with us. In fact, Kyle wasn't even in the kitchen yet, he was still in the classroom.
While we sat and listened to Chef talk, I ate Takis(hot corn chips) out of a medium sized red plastic carton. Suddenly Kyle walks into the kitchen from the classroom and goes up to Chef and asks her a few questions. Chef Pellicano gets furious and and tells Kyle to sit down and cancels our cooking session. She then gets up and walks into the classroom. Everyone starts talking and doing their own thing. "Dude Kyle, what the heck man. Now we can't cook" I say to him as I laugh over how stupid the situation was. "Dude, all I did was ask a few questions" he says laughing with me. I put my carton of Takis chips on the ground in the middle of the floor and leave them there. I then get up from my seat at the table which was directly next to my groups kitchen and look around.
I look at everyone elses kitchens and as I do I notice that there are a ton of dirty dishes lying everywhere. There are dishes on every counter besides ours and they cover the entire counter. There's so many that there are even dishes piled on top of dishes. These piles of dishes were at least 2 feet high. "What the fuck?" I say to myself in shock, "Where did all of these dishes come from?". I am now semi-lucid and I continue to look around. Dylan and the rest of the group are still sitting at the table not doing anything, which is odd because our group is always talking and on the move. I look to see who all of the people are in the kitchen and the ones I do look at I now. I see Winter, Breanna, Sophia, and a few others.
Just then, my alarm clock goes off in waking life and I get up for school.

Uhh.. I was snoring all night tonight.. I definitely didn't not remember any dreams..

I fell asleep around 4:00 and woke up around 7:00. Daytime naps almost NEVER yield lucidity, so this was a pleasant surprise.

I was walking along the bus circle outside the middle school I used to go to. Wham! Lucidity comes out of nowhere. I remember thinking I wanted to do the next Task of the Month. I saw it in one of ~Dreamer~ 's entries. The task being to control one of the four elements.

I knew that fire would be ideal since I already know how to get a flame going, or so I thought. I put my arms down to my side and jumped. "Flying on!" I was away. Moving at maybe 20 or 30 miles per hour 20 or 30 feet off the ground. I looked down to see that I was projecting no fire out of my hands or feet though. I was just moving along through the air by some other means.

I looked back up and saw that I was going to hit the side of the middle school. I put my hands out in front of me and reverse-trusted with whatever invisible energy I was using to propel myself. I stopped going forward and started descending. It took some careful maneuvering but I was able to set myself down gracefully.

To the dream's very little credit, there was one really cool moment here. I remember as I was getting close to the ground the leaves began spinning around me in two circles rotating in opposite directions, in much the same way you sometimes see those mini tornadoes of leaves sometimes in the autumn or summer.

I remember thinking to myself how when I fly, I don't always land properly. Sometimes I just cut the power and let myself fall into the general vicinity of where I want to be, allowing my invincible dream body to tank whatever damage that would cause. So a good, proper landing like this is something I don't usually wind up with.

I tried to create fire. I remembered a very early lucid dream (not in this DJ) when I was experimenting and building my flying technique. I would open and close my hand and every time there was this little cone of fire. I tried to repeat that. I felt the downward thrust generated by the flame, but no flame itself. Not even a spark.

The school bell rang and a bunch of DCs started to come outside. I remember one of them being this absolutely huge person (both in terms of height and girth) with long black hair and pale skin who was about 8 feet tall. He had a really loud deep voice.

"What's up?"

"What's up. Would you happen to have a lighter I could borrow for a second? I'm trying to... never mind."

"Naw, man! What's up?"

"What's... up?"

"See ya later man. Bye!"

"...bye?"

I think I asked a couple of other DCs if they had a lighter or a match that I could use to get a flame going. The other DCs just said no or ignored me.

I remember there was this balcony cafe type setting built into the side of the middle school. There is no cafe there IWL and it actually took away a big chunk of the second story of the school. I didn't fly up, but I did a sort of super jump, taking advantage of dream super-strength as well as well as the low gravity.

I bounded up onto the balcony. I then started flying from there again. I decided I wanted to leave this location entirely. After all, for all my hatred of my middle school, burning it to the ground might be a bit... well evil. I started to fly. The dream tried to shoot me backwards during my takeoff, but I caught it.

I started going up, but ceiling out about 50 feet off the ground. I tried putting more power behind my flight pushing straight up. It was soft barrier and for moments I could spring up to about twice my height, I would then get pushed back down.

"Come on... this is my dream! It's just a train of thought that I'm experiencing while asleep. There are no limitations, especially not one as lame as a fifty-foot flying barrier."

All of the sudden, I got the dream ending feeling. I thought for the first time that I couldn't remember when I went to sleep. (Because the nap had thrown off my sleep cycle.) I then realized that it shouldn't matter. I should DEILD.

"I'll just drop back in somewhere else!"

It didn't work. I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep.