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I dream't of being in a place that looked like an open mall, but the walkway's were wooden and similar to a pier by the ocean. In hazy detail I remember there being an cul-de-sac like opening amidst the other shops where a dentistry was set up. It had one dentist , one assistant and was only big enough for one patient at a time. At first I was hesitant but went into the chair and said I needed a cleaning. The Dentist then got prepared and I thought to myself, I hope she doesn't think too badly of my teeth(since in my dream I apparently hadn't taken care of them in a while).

As this was going on I looked up only to see a girl standing not too far from me. She was of Asian ethnicity with light brown skin as if gently kissed by the sun. Her black hair flowed like silk past her shoulders and her eyes were gentle but vibrant with life. Although I couldn't remember what she was doing I remember turning away from her gaze at first, too embarrassed that she may have caught me looking. Yet simultaneously I saw her do the same out of the corner of my eye. Every instinct told me to not look again as I could never imagine talking to someone so beautiful but I turned my head not knowing what would happen and our eyes met.

I felt a connection so familiar and strong at that instant that it couldn't be described in words. I felt joyful as if I had found a long lost friend or love after years of isolation and anguish. She seemed to feel the same as she walked over and handed me a piece of paper that she had jotted her phone number on the back which for some reason or other also said "do not call until after 2:05pm".

{{Even after waking I had this lingering sensation that somehow that person really exist. After reading other stories similar of people finding people in dreams that they had never met before in real life, I found this website and hope maybe I could try some ideas to search for someone who might possibly exist. I would appreciate any feedback anyone has of meeting someone in their dreams and then finding them in real life or any theories behind the science of this.}}

I feel myself being woken up, my eyes began to see that it is my mother. She is standing next to my father and brother. After I get up I see they had white bags in their hands. My mother grips my shoulder and begins telling me I shouldn't sleep so much. I told her it's ok , I'm lucid now. I then turn my head to the vcr to see what time was label on it. It stated 1:11 and judging from the lighting in the room, I'd say it was the afternoon. I was stun to see it is a complete replica of the actual room. I begin feeling confuse by this and woke up. Lucidity Time: 10 seconds

on June 24 i didnt do any MILD technique so i had a short dream


Something with my mom card code, and my girlfriend was there.

On June 25 I wass on a field, beatiful land and it was so clear and there were dinosaurs, its like a field o f a game like hyrule, there was this guy that keeps telling us story battles of how a species from outside came and destroyed everything and they whom are peaceful, had to fight. They take us to a tour around the field, but the tour was between portals, and these portals only opens in a temple and can take us between eras and revive the history. There was a map and i was looking for the temple and the dream stops. I wake up, write my dream and begin to sleep again

the next dream i was in a car , i get down and had to look for someone, i ride another bus when i call a friend from work to give me a ride in my town, i pay my bus (nothing have sense but i can remember that the dream was vivid as F#%K), it was a very very sunny day and i drop and thats it.
Obviously these dream were non lucid.!, i have to this point, 3 - 4 weeks in MILD.

Fell asleep at 00:00
Intention: "I have lucid and memorable dreams every night"

Woke up with an alarm at 7:00, recorded this fragment:

The Road:

I'm walking up a road with my mother. The road is your basic asphalt road, and it appears to be a road that I know well IRL. My mother says something about cars, and a red SUV appears from nowhere and almost runs me over before parking on a dirt road that branches off the main road. (Memory gone)

Went back to sleep, then woke up at 9:15 recalling this fragment:


Martial arts embarrassment:

I'm in the martial arts studio, and its a black belt only class. The ceiling is much higher than IRL, and there's a large stone slab extending from floor to ceiling where the weapons rack should be. The Instructor(Master Pattison) says something, but I don't quite understand him and continue with my form. I then notice that everyone my rank is leaving, so I sneak out behind them. While walking through a hallway with bright light at the end, Pattison spots me through the glass door behind me. I feel embarrassed, and he orders me to perform the combat form Ro Hai(which is a rank above me IRL). I feel my mother behind me, and Pattison looks up and says to her:

"It's alright if he makes mistakes, but it isn't if he tries to hide them."

The dream ends.

I got semi-lucid, and flew out of a building after I heard an explosion from it. I was flying around and decided to go back to it. On my way back the buildings reminded me of a something that would be in Devil May Cry, they were made of stone and the stairs were upside down on top of the building. I saw an old high school classmate as I was flying and did the hush sign, she was with a friend.

When I found my original building, I remembered my goal of trying to fly to the moon. I hit a strong level of lucidity and flew off. I hit an invisible shield up in the clouds, I remembered the wall trick that a friend told me. I turned around and jetted like Iron Man through the force field. The clouds were now black and I may have projected out of my dream body. I could still move though, bodiless I turned around and tried again, this time the sky and black clouds turned cartoony. It was still 3d so everything looked liked paper, the moon reminded me of the moon from South Eater, but without the face. I kept trying but it was just alternating back and forth.

I'm in a different place now, lost lucidity. It was my friend's house, there were many people there. I felt like I needed to go back (maybe to my previous dream?) I wanted to time travel. I found a cigarette and picked it up, my excuse was to pretend to smoke it as figured out how to go back. his dad lit it for me, an older guy was there watching us. Pretty sure it was the grandpa from Supernatural. The cigarette caught on fire but I didn't care.

I went outside and shook the cigarette to make it looked used. I went around the house and "Grandpa" was there saying he knew what I wanted. I replied "what?" And he said "back to November" Somehow he knew and I decided to trust him.

I'm now in this brown dull looking room. There's a machine shaped like a bed, with clear fluid inside. In this "bed" was an alien, it's skin was a light pinkish color and looked very smooth/slippery. It's eyes were circle shaped slightly bigger than a humans. I felt like this being had some connection to the "Grandpa"

The alien told me that life was predetermined and that we needed to be awoken. He had a weird stick object, same color as his body. The tip was circular and it was placed on where his 3rd eye would be.

Started in some sort of room, with my mom and this cute girl. we were playing around traveling through different worlds and I kissed her. We became girlfriend and boyfriend and continued to travel and ended up in a bar. we met two other people in the bar that could use arcana. We all messed around with our powers and when my friends were playing bingo at the bar I used my magic with my pentagram necklace to make it stronger but something backfired and I messed something up, time, or perhaps even myself. I woke up soon after.

Morning of June 26, 2015. Friday.



I seem to be in the fictional tall pipe house yet again (in an unknown region - but some versions are similar to my older sister’s house on Loomis Street in America and with the fictional utility room and storage area at the southwest corner), but this time it involves an unusual bathtub that has a large grilled rectangular prism adjacent to one end that is implied to be directly above the large utility room (with the high ceiling) that is on the first floor though with a dirt floor in most versions of this setting and now apparently has at least one tall pipe leading down from the bathtub drain to the room below (though it is usually the toilet that has the long narrow vertical pipe that becomes misaligned). The focus is very vivid and “realistic” materialistically but somewhat nonsensical in terms of aesthetics and potential design. The large grill is a box-like structure (a grill-like plane on all sides) on the faucet end of the bathtub. The faucet comes out through about the central area of the side of the grill that faces the bathtub, it seems.

I find it remarkable in afterthought how such a three-dimensional fictional structure can be created so convincingly as such in a dream. In my dream, I decide to clean the grill, at least the bathtub-facing side, which is quite rusty as well as dusty (and I briefly contemplate why I had not tried to clean it previously) - in fact, the dirt and rust is nearly solid within all the grill spaces, though the faucet seems to be working fine (though the box-like structure seems like just a fancy cover for the pipes going in and out at the end of the bathtub - the bathtub being more near the central area of the bathroom in an unlikely layout). Over time, I use a whisk broom and, even though all of the spaces are cleared almost effortlessly, some of the vertical bars, being quite thin and mostly now composed of rust, break off easily at a light touch, though not that much damage occurs and all the spaces are otherwise cleared completely of rust and dirt so that it even appears somewhat shiny again. I notice how I can now see inside the structure (as well as through the spaces of the adjoining perpendicular grilled plane) and the running water is much louder as well - including a clearer metallic gurgling sound within the structure. It is loud but pleasant.

Looking down through the top (horizontal) grill of the structure, I see that the water going through the bathtub drain ends up on the dirt floor in the utility and storage area below, though it is presently a small puddle. I am not concerned about this odd plumbing setup and it does not even strike me as unusual or requiring fixing (or adjusting the tall pipe alignment).

This dream seems primarily an intriguing (though greatly exaggerated in size) distortion of my cleaning of the front room computer’s CPU fan the other day by removing the fan’s cover (where the vents were almost solid with dust clumps - causing the computer to not stay on). I did find the “realism” of my dream (in terms of solidness, movement, and effect change as well as the motions of my hands in my work) quite interesting.

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+(f) helping a woman with a stroller up a hill

+ summary: hike, evading dinosaurs
I'm walking down a wide path in nature, leaves cover the ground, trees are overhead. I'm thinking how much I love backpacking, I'm slinging my backpack on my back while I walk. This is only a day-pack, but I imagine that it could be a full camping backpack.
Up ahead there's a T-rex chasing hikers uphill on a connecting path. I definitely want to avoid the T-rex so I go off-trail heading downhill. I encounter 3 Allosauruses, one is sleeping on the ground and I climb practically right up on to it and it wakes up, another I try to dodge by keeping a small tree between us (and think how futile this is). I keep running downhill and wonder how many more I'll have to evade.

+ summary: in too-small 2nd shower, clingy wet curtain, at sink with mom, razor, false teeth
I'm standing in a very small square shower in my childhood home, I'm trying to adjust the shower curtain so that it is entirely inside the shower so that the water does not run out on to the floor, I try to adjust it several times. The shower curtain is wet and clingy and annoying it is clinging to me all over, it is a full circle curtain. I'm thinking of the other, main shower which is all tile and doesn't have a 360-degree curtain, shouldn't I be using that shower instead? I'm talking out loud (to my mother?).
Standing at the sink with my mother (don't see her but I know she's there), I get a razor out of the medicine cabinet and get my own blade cartridge out, I know this is my mothers' razor but I will be replacing the blade. Something doesn't fit? I get out my dad's razor (which looks like something small like a thimble). Then I'm holding a straight set of a bridge of false teeth, and I'm attaching my own module of false teeth to this bridge, it's fitting right into the existing teeth, I will later remove (my mothers?) teeth and attach my own to the apparatus.

+ I'm going somewhere, but I think I'm taking a side-trip to Milwaukee, Wisconsin (from Madison?) on a plane. I think about telling my kids that now I've been to these places in the US, before this trip I'd not been to either place. The plane is landing in a parking lot, I'm driving the plane like a car and I keep trying to brake but there's not enough open ground and I keep having to turn the plane 90 degrees to avoid the parked cars, I think "there's not enough runway!".

Inside, time to check in to the hotel. There's a very long line of people (mostly young women) in the hallway extending up a stairway, this line will take forever! I walk to the front of the line just to check it out and reach an empty theater lobby, there are closed doors all along a wall that lead in the hall, the performance must be in progress and the line of people is waiting for a break in the performance so that they can enter. I encounter an usher who (tells me to go back in line?) I ask "oh so is that line waiting for the show?".

Walking back towards the line I encounter a girl with a loose t-shirt and small breasts who's sort of dancing around, I get some peeks down her shirt, she's also wearing a skirt and I think about trying to peek up it but don't see anything.

I'm kissing a pretty blonde girl who I think looks a lot like SaJa (friend young man, in PA), I think she's his cousin [false memory], should we get married?

I'm in a (hotel room?) lying on a bed/couch right in front of a big TV and on the TV a buxom girl is approaching the camera and showing cleavage, the shot stops with one breast fully exposed right in front of the camera. Someone comes in my room? I try to rewind or clear the screen. There's a second TV a little to the right and slightly farther away, a smaller TV, it is showing the same program as on the first TV but it's at a point earlier in the program. (I see Kyle Chandler, the actor?)

+ summary: gardening in the commune
I'm outdoors in a garden. A small group of people is gathered (sitting/kneeling) around a line of plants growing. The plants are about a foot tall and made up of a lot of small, slightly curled green leaves, sort of like a tea plant or basil. I inspect the plants and see on some of them there are some yellow leaves, and on the one closest to me a big patch of yellowing leaves. The instructor of the group is telling us this is bad, we must keep the plants clean and green. I'm thinking we're supposed to spend all our time outside watching these plants and immediately prune away any undesirable growth. Someone pulls the large clump of yellow leaves off of the plant next to me. I think the plant will be rather barren after this but it looks pretty good, still.

I start to ask pointed questions about what exactly is a bad leaf. One the plant 2nd from the end I'm holding a giant leaf, about 2 feet long, using it as an example: must the leaves all look like this one? Yes it's freakishly large but is it the example of a good leaf? Does any curl at all indicate a bad leaf? I think the instructors are getting annoyed with my questions.

Me and a friend need to clean the dishes up from the garden, we must leave the garden perfectly neat so that in the morning when the work starts it beings with a perfectly clean garden. We carry some dirty dishes and a bucket up to the house from the garden. Do we have to do these dishes? There's a dishwashing woman I think who will do it. I'm scooping some (soggy bread?) out from the dirt as well.

+ summary: "soccer" and dodge-ball, alma mater vs. arch rival
In an indoor basketball gymnasium on the floor, tons of people, there are lines of competitors on each side. It's a "soccer" game. It's our team's turn to kick the ball in the middle, the last time this happened a big strong guy on the other team (scored?), now our guy (I think not me?) must approach and risk getting kicked and a ball in the face from this big guy. Our guy kicks the ball and it's a score! What constitutes a score is the ball going over the heads of the judges sitting at the desk, within the left/right boundaries. I watch the ball fly over several times as a replay, at first I see some goal boundaries and think we really missed, but the line of judges seems to extend beyond these boundaries so it must have been a good goal.

Down on the far end of the gymnasium is a game of dodge-ball, my alta mater vs. its arch-rival school. A girl on the opposing team approaches to throw, she's tricky, her head position/ gaze is a fake out and the throws towards me. I reach to catch it but the throw is very fast, the ball lodges between my shoulder and the shoulder of a teammate standing right next to me. I take the ball to throw and I think I'm going to get a really powerful shot, I notice the opposing team seems to be all girls, I throw the ball and someone on my team hits my arm just before the shot and my shot is weak as a result (and is caught?).

It was dark, cold evening. I was inside my home, working on my laptop. Suddenly I found myself outside, sitting on a bench in front of my house. Then two drunkards appeared, and told me that they want some self brewed vodka from my father. I told them to get lost, but they insisted on, tried to drag me inside the house. I resisted, and they went away.

I liked that the twists were surprises. I usually have a tiny thread of lucidity that makes me meta the hell out of my dreams.

Anyway. My starting point was a little confusing. First I see a wounded Damon Salvatore, on the phone with Elena. It's night, he's crusted with blood and looks ten kinds of awful. The camera pans over and I see a white figure standing at the corner of the frame. I' m worried because the thing looks like a threat. But then Damon says something about running into a Sarvati (the white figure, now wringing his hands). Elena asks if he's alright, because apparently Sarvati are dangerous.
"It's fine." Damon says with his trademark smirk. "I persuaded him to help." he pauses. "What about you?"
"Getting a little help of my own. Maybe." She says, and I finally see her. She's in a barn, the moonlight shining through the open door. "I have a plan, I'll let you know if it works." She seemed hurt, too, but it isn't apparent how. Hanging up the phone, opens her mouth wide and lifts her wrist. I assume she's going to feed on herself to heal...and I'm doubtful that would even work.
The camera pans out and I recognize the setting.

In this version of the story, Stefan became like Michael and only fed on vampires. Also being a ripper meant he hurt many people before his friends were able to subdue him. Weary of fighting his hunger, he allowed himself to desiccate and made a deal: he would sleep until they found a cure.
There he lay, under a bare foot of soil, in a weathered wooden crate. Elena meant to feed Stefan. Of course.
For a moment I am irrationally angry with Elena. They had promised him! And here she was, at the first sign of trouble, waking Stefan to his torment. It seems so selfish and, only for a moment, I hate her.

They will need him, though. He is a definite ally in a sea of mistrust. There's a new creature in Mystic Falls. They are vampire/zombie hybrids. In the early days of their Turning they drink the blood of humans, but then require flesh to survive. They can walk in the daylight and may subsist on human food for a time, if they are disciplined. Though the first was the result of a spell cast by a powerful sorcerer, it could be spread via saliva. So, naturally, the first Turned would be a whore of a football player.
A girl named Sandra who looked like the actress Annalynne Mccord is the only one who really notices that the school is slowly slipping into chaos. The faculty are nowhere to be found and sometimes, out of the corner of her eye, certain people have ashen skin. She used to be a cheerleader but has since lost her taste for it. No one knows that the hiatus she took from school wasn't a vacation, she actually went to a care facility for anorexia. There are students milling around, crowding the halls, and debris on the floor. Sandra walks into the locker room, uncertain, arms crossed over her abdomen. She spots Stacy who looks gray, talking to a chubby, blond, blue-eyed Davina Claire. Stacy asks her if she's thrown in her lot for the party food, that they were thinking about ordering pizza, but she has a better idea. In her hands is an advertisement for a company known as Meal A day. Sandra knows it well. Upon release from the hospital, Meal A Day had delivered healthy meals to her door three times a day, she checked her progress after every meal and they took the plates. Each seemed a small victory over the illness.
"So have you signed yet?" Stacy asks.
"You know me." Davina says, "Always hungry."
Sandra intuits that Davina is bulimic. She isn't sure if she can trust a near stranger with her secret, but it would be worth the risk if she could help.
The students don't realize that they are signing up to be the food and their dietary preferences will determine who will be consuming them.
Their hunger is a quiet, fervent energy, a slowly building frenzy. They are cunning in their design.
"I put a spell on you. You're mine now." A male voice says.

I return to the barn where Stefan shakes dirt from his hair. His eyes are an unnatural golden brown, he wipes Elena's blood from his mouth. Still disoriented, he asks how long it has been.
I loathe Elena's sheepish look, wishing she'd just left him alone.
"You've been down for a little over a day."
His expression twists in wry amusement, tinged with pain. "What's happened now?" He asks as she helps him stand.
"I'll explain on the way, we don't have a lot of time." Elena replies. She hopes Damon won't be too angry, he wanted to honor Stefan's wishes.
"I'm assuming you didn't bring a car?" He says this with an air of contained amusement that is achingly familiar. She smiles, casting her eyes to the dirt floor and dipping her head. He grins suddenly. "You always did love to run."
They had always loved to run together.
Yet, this is not a reunion of lovers, just friends who were lovers once upon a time. Their love has since mellowed into fondness. They exit the barn into the soft summer night. Lucidity here is a sweet thread that pulls me through Elena and then back out to observe. They are so happy to be together. Their hasty separation, though it seemed longer to him, had worn on them. This reunion is like the giddy absence of pain amidst torture. For a time, they don't think about what they will face when they arrive at town, or that Stefan will return to the ground when this new threat is stamped out, only that they are here again, running together.

The moon's cloak of clouds pulls apart to reveal swathes of landscape. The grass is deep blue-green, knee high and soft against my legs and bare feet, Elena is wearing a flowered dress. They run almost human slow. Then I am her, smiling as he draws up next to me. His silhouette is immensely comforting. I trip, tumbling into the sweet grass. I fall and roll, we laugh at my clumsiness. And like a dance, he is there to take my arm and help me up. I have been explaining the threat. This fits seamlessly with the male voice speaking at the end of the last segment. Elena tells him about what the sorcerer said.
"He didn't." Stefan says, smiling.
"He didn't even get it!" Elena laughs, then they share a joke, singing "I put a spell on you, and now you're mine." and express their disbelief that their new villain said it in all seriousness. I separate from Elena and pull back as they reach the river and leap across, as graceful as deer.