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Gathering downtown
I'm using Waze while driving in a city. I'm unsure about following its directions due to how much it likes using left turns, but it's OK because all the one way streets make it easy. I end up parking some distance from my destination. I'd been planning to take the bus the rest of the way, but it's really full and I'm carrying a box, so I decide just to walk. On the way I see Chris and Jeff and wave to them. I happen to catch a bit of their conversation and call out an insult about Jeff's getting old.

Now I'm waling into a large hotel. An imperious man at the door directs me to my inlaw's gathering. Now I'm in a smaller room with a bunch of people, talking. A random guy comes in and we need to help him with something. I leave the room with him. Now I see my father-in-law talking to the imperious guy, so I show them the way to the room. When we get there, the doors are closed with an "only open in case of emergency" sign on them. I stop, confused, but they open to reveal an older man I don't know. He says he's fiddling with the doors to figure out how to keep out people who don't belong.

Now we're wandering around the main space which is a Christmas shop. We're looking for a certain kind of ornament, but we can't find it. I say it may be because the store won't restock until people get back from Florida in the spring.

On my way home from work I stop at a DND local convention. I am walking around the tables and talking to people I know. there's an open mc and giancarlo esposito is waiting to go up. He is annoyed and says it's his turn next. the guy on the mic is covering an electronic dance music song with beatboxing. i see friends from my whole life and keep giving them hugs. People I haven't seen in forever.

I'm talking to a girl I know in her house. I she has had encounters with aliens and it makes her very nervous to talk to people.

I am lucid. I don't remember how i got lucid but i know i am dreaming. i am walking through a hallway of a house with many doors. i walk into one room and it's dark with many couches and people sleeping. I try to turn on the lights go get a better look but they don't work. "oh yeah, I'm dreaming" i look at a shelf and and see a dinosaur soft and fluffy. I'm remembering that one of my dream goals is to use my senses. i grab it and hug it and walk to the next room. It is very soft and fuzzy. in the real world my baby hits me and i wake up.

I have a couple of false awakenings away.

Mazikeen's picking up a crow for me, telling it that it's not going to get out of our deal. There's always an excuse.

"What excuse?" says the crow. "I'm not trying anything. I'm just pointing out I've got mouths to feed."

Many people do. But she counts the children in the nest, six of them. She initially seems not to care, saying something about distributing its belongings; but then she says something about giving them time to "grow into it." The crow's got one more year.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A group of people sitting around a round table, while I'm standing. There's a woman who is composed of three women superimposed over each other, two living, one dead and decayed but still conscious due to her connection to the other two. I'm speaking to one of the living ones, Lily, the one who belongs to this reality, and offering a way to separate her from the other two. She has doubts. The other two are in favor of it. They ultimately agree.

Later, I'm reading an account of the deaths of that group who'd been sitting around the table, a kind of organization I'd led. I'd made a deal on behalf of those three women, and to hold up my end of the deal, I was away for a long time; I think of this as abandoning that group. There was a fire. I'm reading a note to the effect that the group itself will reappear in some form or another, but the people I'd abandoned are dead.

I was dreaming about an event that keeps happening. It's like a game where I failed a task and so I have to do it all over again. Something about being caught or something waking up.

I was looking down at a map and seeing some marker that represents me or us moving on a road from west to east. We reached an area and it zoomed in to the action. We're in a dorm of sorts. I kept failing the task and waking up or being caught. I had to do it all over. I tried thinking how else I can do it where I won't fail.

I felt anxious.

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Notes:

- I was feeling sick. Headache and all, and my body aches due to training in Ninja Academy. It was also awfully hot.
- Slept for like over 8 hours.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at my mom's house in my slightly dark bedroom. The only other light that was in the room came from overcast light outside. About 5 other people were in there, out of those five I specifically remember Sim, Erin, and Mike being there.

My bedroom had 4 other twin beds put in there, and my room was a bit bigger. The beds were side by side, and each person was laying on one with blankets. We were taking turns playing some sort of game of charades.

I remember that it was my turn. I walked up to my desk with one of my blankets, and sat down in my desk chair. I didn't proceed to act out, though, because Sim and Erin were talking and I was talking with them.

Suddenly, as if it was totally normal, I began to sort of "conduct" this music that was playing. It was the "20th Century Fox" theme music that plays before most movies. I don't know where it was coming from, but I didn't think it was weird or anything, in fact, I was having a lot of fun.

After that ended, I was still sitting in the chair. Suddenly, Sim got onto her knees on her bed, held her blanket above her head so it made a sort of "cave" over her, and proceeded to "whip" her hair in a circular motion. Sort of like a stripper.

"Wait, Sim no..." I said. "Don't do that.."

Erin saw it too and was saying the same thing. "No.. you gotta do it like this." and Erin proceeded to whip her hair up and down.

After a couple seconds, I said, "What am I even doing up here?" I got up from the chair and went and "sat" on top of my bedside table. Mike was to my right, looking at me curiously.

Some urge of mine told me to open the cabinet of my bedside table. I reached down to the light tan cabinet knob of the bedside table, and opened it. Oddly, there was another door behind it. The same exact one, in fact, like I had never opened the door in the first place.

Realization overtook me. "Wait a minute..." I said.

I reached up to my nose, pinched, and breathed in. I was actually DREAMING!

Suddenly, all noise had stopped. There were only three people in the room now. I could feel a weak presence at my right elbow; there was someone walking beside the bed to the left; and myself. This dawned on me in about a half second.

Ignoring whatever was at my right, I slowly got off the bedside table and acted like I was walking towards whatever person was walking towards the bathroom now. It looked like someone I knew, but I couldn't really tell in the semi-darkness. Once my feet hit the floor, I suddenly felt someone push me from the right, my shoulder. I heard a large grunting noise from right beside my right ear, sounding like "ERR!" I expected that I would hit the ground. But instead, I kept falling. I couldn't see anything or feel anything. I felt like I could have been floating. From the time I was pushed to the time the dream ended, it had been about 3 seconds.

Then I woke up, for real.

The Death of My Brother
I am with my Dad, sitting in a car. He shows me a text from my brother, which says something like ''In car wreck''. Dad goes on to say he's dead, the car is wrapped around a pole and went up in flames. I didn't believe him at first, but soon after the shock set in that he was probably telling the truth. I begin to think that I'll be the only one alive in my bloodline in the future. I start to think about the responsibilities that will be left for me as they pass, and feel it will be too much for me. The scene shifts to where an ambulance is. I see my brother on a trolley bed. There's a clear sheet over him. I have a slight feeling that he is OK, but soon realize that he had passed away. He looks a little disfigured which disturbed me. I only had a quick glance at him, so I wouldn't be too upset. Dad reassures that my brother is dead, by saying ''That's dead for ya''.

I'm now in a car with my Russ. He is in the backseat and I'm in the front. I ease into the news about my brother. I ask him if he heard the news about my brother. He says he didn't know a thing. I try telling him about it, without getting emotional. We both well up a bit as I tell him. He starts to make a list of people on his phone, to who he needs to contact about the news of my brother. I take his phone and check the list. There's quite a few people, some of who I don't know well, or at all. I step up and tell him that I will do the calling for him. I feel quite nervous about doing it.

I'm at a house playing cricket. I am the bowler, and I'm using a small bit of sliced cheese, that I have rolled up as the ball. I think I see or hear my brother in a garage. I see him and have a sigh of relief that he isn't dead. A guy that's with him was the donor that saved his life. My Dad is with me and he sprays some kind of smoke on to himself, due to the man that saved my brothers life must have been sensitive to the environment. The man was overweight.

I come running out of the garage, naked, running around the corner where I was bowling from earlier. I try and put my underwear on, and end up putting them on, inside out. I do this with the pants also.
There's guy in his 20's that's near me. I have to decide to vote for him or Redfoo to be on the next show of XFactor. I tell the man that I will vote for him. The scene changes but the scenario is the same. I'm now at my house and I'm unsure on who I want to vote for. I think I tell Redfoo that I will vote for him also. I tell everyone that I'm voting. So I raise my hand and sway them back and forth towards the guys I'm needing to vote for/against. The man is giving Redfoo props on how good of a person etc he is. I believe it's a tactic to make him come across as a genuine nice person, which would lead for people to vote for him. Redfoo isn't too confident at this point and decides to walk into my room. I end up voting for Redfoo.
I run outside into the backyard to tell the other judges what the end voting was. I tell them that Redfoo won, which is a lie. I see Ronan Keating, and he doesn't believe me.

Side Notes
I woke up from this dream feeling pretty emotional. I was second guessing if something was going to happen to my brother, due to some of my dreams coming true in the passed. I do a bit of EFT to take the edge off.

Morning of June 7, 2015. Sunday.



In the first part of my dream, I am disembodied and watching a large group of tribal people on an island (possibly Polynesian) dragging an overturned very large (prehistoric) living trilobite onto the beach. Apparently they are somehow getting a lot of edible meat from it. There is a bit of ambiguity as if there is something related to archaeology in the back of my mind. It does not seem to matter that trilobites were probably never this large and are also extinct, as the scene is extraordinarily vivid and “realistic” otherwise.

Later, there is a shift and more people (perhaps the same group) are capturing large turtles and somehow using the carapace as some sort of small boat that seems to be able to hold about three or four people. It seems fairly “realistic” but I doubt it would be feasible.

I am with some unknown and unfamiliar females, not tribal and not directly associated with the other groups to my knowledge. We are in a boat which is somewhat canoe-like (not a kayak) though the others are sculling in an area near shore - which may be in the ocean or a very large lake, though I do not sense it is competitive rowing (or regarding a need to hurry), at least not clearly. There is an abandoned windmill on shore which seems important. Somehow, four oars are jury-rigged as new blades for this windmill, which seems to happen almost instantly even though I sense or see little movement. This is perhaps some sort of composite joining. Windmills represent the dreaming process itself or level of lucidity (as does successfully traveling in a small boat over a large body of water) or extent of the connection to semi-consciousness. In the past, one dream where windmills were stopped or unmoving (and another from years ago regarding entering a painting of a windmill, though I had a recent one where someone else was ready to enter a painting with a windmill) represented being fully in my dream, as the windmill turning would imply conscious awareness and a windmill beginning to move might be related to the liminal level of waking consciousness, but this is probably not always the case.

I do not get out of the boat as there is something else I have to do before waking - to help with my physical existence and “uniformity” in my role of “pretending” to be human and to exist in the real world as such.

I eventually shift to where I am aware that I am in bed with my wife, though she is asleep and I am in a state of artificial “wakefulness”, though not full sleep paralysis - only very light sleep paralysis, as there is not the typical blissful awareness or wonderful waves of energy and oscillation that move from head to toe and back in such states. I am aware that, due to recent back pain, I have to go through several stages and need to maintain each stage for a certain number of minutes prior to waking.

First of all, I am a trilobite lying on my back in our bed, but I need to transform over time into other representations of whatever partially abstract line of thought or existence I am in. I do not move (or attempt to move) at any point. Still, I am well aware that I am becoming a lobster. Becoming a lobster is important and not uncomfortable, so I am a lobster for several minutes. I almost sense a level of transparency and a sort of “flatness”, yet still three-dimensional vertically (which is somewhat ambiguous in form). Of course, from here, the next “logical” step is to be in my scorpion form for awhile. Finally, my line of in-dream thought begins to become a bit too abstract and wavers slightly. Still, I know my next stage is to become a tarantula, though from that point, I am puzzled over how to “correctly” adapt physically and wake “correctly”. This is vaguely similar to where I transform into symbols (such as runes) or letters of the alphabet (though sometimes just random polygonal shapes) in the “correct” way while in the “correct” position.

I was driving way too fast out of control of the car. I did manage to slow down eventually and stop, and me and the passanger agreed that they would be driving next. I don't remember who the passanger was.

We went to a store, Baby's R Us. The employee told us the store would be opening and closing in 15 minutes because the store had a computer virus, and the only employee there was hacking into it.

I was told that my task at work was to format academic references correctly.

-Dream 1

World went to poo and I was gathering items in my room.

Had some recall problems this time.

1. I was inside of this huge building with my family. As we walked in I noticed how huge the interior was. The ceiling of this building was at least a hundred feet above us. The entire color scheme of the interior was many shades of green. The floor was a mix of green and gray and the walls were a forest green. Looking around I saw a ton of stores as far as I could see. Me and my family walk over to what looks to be like the food court area. My mom and dad keep on walking but my sister and I take a seat at a small table in the food court. As we sit down I start thinking to myself. "Wow this place is huge" I thought. It was the biggest interior of a building that I have ever seen. Just then I notice that there is music playing and it is echoing throughout the entire building. I notice that the music sounds very familiar, and it sounds very ambient which makes it sound even more beautiful than it was before.
I get up out of my seat at the table and walk away from my sister to wander around this huge place. I walk down a hallway that is split off from the food court area. In this hallway there are many people sitting down laying against the hallway walls. They look poor and their clothes are pretty dirty. I pull out my phone and go on this app called "Hot or Not" and start rating people. I see a picture of a girl wearing a white shirt with black stripes and blue jeans. I rate her hot and almost instantly the girl that I rated hot messages me and tells me to meet her around the corner. I continue down the hallway as it starts curving to the right. Just then, I see the exact girl that I rated hot and she is bending down not far ahead of me. Once I get up to her she starts seducing me. I can tell that she is ready to bang, so I bend her over and pull down her tight jeans and we start doing anal right there in public. She starts moaning and we start making out and it gets pretty feisty. Suddenly she pulls out a pack of 6 hot dogs along with some barbecue sauce and she sticks the hot dogs in her vagina along with me already in her and then pours the brown barbecue sauce all over her body.
At this point I realize that this girl is crazy and it comes to my mind that my good friend Dylan once told me, "Never stick your dick in crazy". I picture him in my head saying exactly that and I feel like I should stop with this girl. I decide not too because of my manly urges and continue on banging her. I should've dropped her considering how weird it all was.

Actually had two different wake-up times today, with several tasks completed in each one.

8:15am
I was at work (during the summer, I work with a Dell contractor setting up computers at elementary schools), but there were a ton of annoying kids that kept asking what we were doing. They kept stealing some of our equipment, and we had to chase them down to get it back. It took us forever to finally finish the job with all the setbacks.

I was at my childhood house, when I spontaneously became lucid. I was able to remember the TOTMs, and one of them was staring at a mirror. I walked over to this body-length mirror we had by the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I had a 5 o’clock shadow of a beard, and was initially wearing a green hoodie (kind of like my avatar), but then everything kept changing. My face kept changing shape, mainly getting fatter and skinnier. My facial hair kept changing from a beard to clean shaven to a goatee. My hair changed styles, eventually growing out until it hung down to my shoulders. Even my hoodie changed colors, from red to blue to purple. I stared as long as I could, but I had to look away for fear the dream would destabilize.

I next decided to walk outside and take on more tasks. I immediately saw a rainbow canopy hanging over the door to the garage. I thought about eating it to do the rainbow task, but figured that wouldn’t really meet the requirements. Instead I looked in the sky, and saw 3 or 4 rainbows that seemed decently close to the ground. One looked like it was right above the top of this tree in my backyard, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and climb the tree to eat it. I started climbing the tree, but after I got about halfway, the tree started to sink into the ground. I managed to get to the top, but by that time it was too low to the ground and I couldn’t see over my house. I jumped off and flew over to another tree in my backyard. I landed fairly close to the top, but before I could take in my surroundings, the tree started sinking again. I was about to try it on one more tree, but the dream switched.

I was now in this futuristic dystopia in what seemed like a space station. Flying robots patrolled the halls, and were required to escort you from one part of the station to another, to make sure you didn’t try to escape. I apparently had done something bad, so I was being escorted by the robots to the police. They brought me to this area outside (if there is an “outside” on a space station) with a large catapult. Next to the catapult, a man was standing with a revolver pointed at me. He didn’t look like him, but for some reason I knew that this guy was a resurrected Joseph Stalin. He threatened to shoot me if I didn’t launch myself from the catapult through a large hoop in the air about 100 yards away. “You’re insane, why do I have to do that?” He cocked his gun, so I reluctantly agreed. I flew through the sky, but missed the target by a lot and fell. Luckily, I respawned next to the catapult, again with Stalin pointing the gun at me. I tried several times, but I missed every time. Eventually, I decided I didn’t want to launch again. I tried to knock the gun out Stalin’s hand, but instead it fired into my stomach, and I died. I respawned yet again, and tried several times to knock the gun out until I woke up for real.
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10:15am
I was at the house of my 6th grade teacher. I was hiding upstairs because I was naked, and tried to find any clothes I could use to cover up. I thought to cover my nether regions with toilet paper for some reason, so I wrapped myself a nice pair of TP underwear around my legs and crotch.

Spoiler for ”R-Rated Content”:

No, seriously, I’m not joking, this part’s really weird and slightly disturbing. It’s really not that important to the story, I’m only putting it here in the interest of full disclosure. Are you sure you want to read it?

Spoiler for ”Yes, I have a sick sense of humor.”:

Unfortunately, my penis broke through the toilet paper in the front. I was going to reinforce it, but I heard someone coming upstairs. I didn’t want anyone to see me in this embarrassing situation, so in a panicking frenzy, I grabbed some scissors and cut off my penis. I then quickly re-covered my crotch with TP.

A young girl, probably about 5 or 6 came upstairs, and thankfully didn’t seem to care about my lack of clothes. She told me to come downstairs, so I did,but I also spontaneously became lucid. I remembered another TOTM, with the magic show. I got their attention, and then pulled out some scissors and cut off my finger. At first they were a little concerned, but then I waved my hand over my finger, and it reappeared. I did it again just for the heck of it, and they were both impressed.

Next I remembered the house quest. In an attempt to make sure my intention came true, I leaned down to the girl.

“Do you want to check out my house?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not only my house, it literally represents me.”
“Woah, cool!”

I take her by the hand and we walk outside. Everything looks like it’s built in Minecraft style. We walk over to my house. The exterior of the house had large windows for every room. We walked around the back of the house, and I could see that every room had a single plaque in the middle of each room as a centerpiece. I walked through the back door into a small library, where several of my old friends were sitting at some tables. One of them waved me over to tell me something (which I don’t remember now). I talked to them until I woke up.

Date: Saturday June 6 2015, 6:20 AM
Important: No

Caffeine induced spacewalk and local tour

bill and i can't sleep we are driving around in his truck looking for something to do. it's night time and we are on old country roads. it's about six forty five and i remember a place where we can get some breakfast. I hear on the radio about a club that will be doing last call in about 5 min. I say "man that's pretty crazy that there are people who are still out and partying right now.

I see a giant display of Peppa pig in the sky and think that it may be coming from the club. bill grabs my hand and shows me that i'm not paying attention to the road. Now i'm driving very fast on country roads trying to stay on them. they shift from asphalt, to dirt to cartoon at a rapid pace. i have to keep swerving to not crash into the canyon below.

scene change. the truck is now parked in a driveway. it's still kind of dark out but we know it's morning time. There's a black family inside up and running around doing stuff. I ask bill if we can leave and he tells me that the car is blocked in. I see two cars in front of us.
"How can we get out"
bill says he needs one of them to move the car.

I knock on the door and a little black girl comes up. I ask her to get her mom. her mom comes to the window that's slightly open and says that she's not coming outside.

now i hear the rush of air that means there's a slight leak in my CPAP in the real world. I say to her and bill "look guys i'm dreaming, i'm out of here."
I'm walking down the neighborhood at night wondering what i'm going to do. Looking at all of the houses. I look up in the sky and remember i want to go to the moon. I start to fly and don't get very high before coming to the ground. I start to fly again I do go up into space.

I'm floating in space and i'm looking around for the moon. I don't see it but i see a couple of bigger stars that may be the moon. I'm thinking of flying over to them but then I'm remembering my grappling hook i have on my hip (control manifestation trick) I'm feeling for the hook and pretend to have it and the fire it out into space. the dream is starting to wobble..

I think to stabilize. I look down at my hands and see them. Then i start rubbing them together. The space scene goes away in a flash of bright light and I'm back in a neighborhood in day time. Now i'm walking on a street and it's bright and beautiful out. I'm looking at a bush, and can hear the wind rustling. The leaves are bright green and vibrant and i can see them shimmering with the wind in a somewhat unnatural manner.

I come upon a house with a ton of pumpkins in the yard. I can tell they are mechanical. I look closely at one of them and can see that it appears to be some kind of a sound system. There are lots of small buttons and displays. I think that i want to meet this person who made these things. I pick up the pumpkin and throw it down thinking it will make him come out. nothing happens so I keep walking.

These two kids come up to me. A little girl says, "hey mister, give me a card, I don't care what the card is." I reach down into the pocket of my jeans and start feeling for the card. I don't feel anything but come up and hand her nothing. Now she's holding the card and it's the ace of diamonds. We are walking along a sidewalk with a chain link fence next to a big empty lot and i say to her "aren't you much older?" and I tousle her hair.

There's a lady a little ways away wearing a black gym outfit passing out flyers for her gym which is behind her. I smile at her and say "why don't you give me a tour?" she smiles back and we go inside. we walk into the first room and there's a mattress on the floor. I say "is this the bedroom?" she smiles at me again and I feel heat in my groin. The dream wobbles again and I wake up.


Tony Blanco