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Josh May Have Fallen To His Death
I'm with Josh and Dave at a house. People start rocking up, including my cousin Jon, Ben, Tommo. They have all bought Find Surfboards. I go check out Tommo's first, it's huge. It's a different sign to mine, from whah I can see on the packaging. The tail looks different and the logo itself. Once we take it out of box, I realize how big it is. It's absolutely massive, at least 12+ foot. I guess it makes sense as Tommo is a tall dude. The design kinda sucks, due to having his discount printed on the board. I rub my hand over it to see if the discount print is a sticker, but it's not. It's in yellow writing and it's up the middle of the board.
I go into the other room and see that Ben has a box. I figure it's his surfboard ad help him unpack. I soon realize it's a side table for your bed. I didn't realize that Find did these.

Im outside and I can see some surf. It's in a weird location. The waves are breaking cleanly and are a decent size. I imagine myself getting a few of the waves. I see a snowboarder in the distance, drop from the top of the wave, which is up on a mountain. The wave is elevated off the ground. The snowboarder hits the ground nicely.
I'm walk towards Josh's car and he seems to be on a phone call with Rach. They must be fighting, because I hear the door lock. I'm sitting in another car, next to Josh's. I can hear his convocation, and it's about Centrelink payments. I wind down the window and Josh gives me the phone to explain. I can't figure out the paperwork u need to send it to get paid, but it comes to mind sooner or later. I send Rach a picture of what it's called. I can now hear Dad coughing in another car. It sounds pretty bad. Rach seems to have hung up. I think maybe because I was texting her while, instead of talking. A solid Arab guy comes up to the car and says goodbye. I get really good vibes from this dude. I shake his hand. A few people I know come up to him and give him a hug. I get out of car and think about doing the same thing. We begin to move on and I'm walking with the solid guy, I put my arm on his neck and massage if a bit. I ask if he gets massages much, due to him being such a giving guy. We are walking into a work sight. It's a bit dusty and can see machinery and steel structure. Im with Josh and both are looking for Ben, he's working here. I'm following Josh and he jumps straight off a vertical drop. I watch him fall at last 50 ft. I'm helpless and feeling terrified. I expect the worse. I try and get down somehow, but can't find a way. I begin feeling calm and carefree almost, which is odd considering my friends either dead or in terrible shape. I look closely around every corner, incase it has a drop like the other. Some do.

Arcade Zone
I'm tying to get home and am feeling a little lost. I look around and it feels familiar, I think I'm at down Germain's Court. Things look different
I do a RC and it semi passes (nose plug), they Seem quite enhanced. I walk passed Shonnie's and he's on the steps with a women, which is probably Claudia. I hear him say that might be David, but I ignore and keep walking. I see cars at the end the court with people around. It's night time so, it's hard to see who's who . I reach a undercover area and see that my brother is talking to some girl that looks familiar to me. Looks like the girl that I went to school with. I tap my brother on the shoulder and he looks surprised to see me, as if he has been sprung cheating. I look closer at my brother and it's not him. I tell him I've got the wrong bloke. He's all cool with it, and she's I look like someone he knows too. As I am walking away, I see my brother and that girl, near the mistaken identity. Brother walks off shortly after. I get really excited and have a burst of energy. I run down which looks like a shopping centre. I begin yelling out.

I'm at a house now, and I see Dennis.
We're talking about something. He seems very relaxed. I'm sitting down next to Eddy, watching Bro on a car simulator. He's waiting for his Shot, as there's an elderly couple playing. Eventually bro gets a chance.
He takes his time setting things up.

Bro and I are in an arcade centre. There's machines everywhere. I do a RC again by trying to put thumb through hand, which passed again. I stop at an arcade game and try to see if it works without credits. It works. The game has a ski handle that u hold onto and u shoot water at the screen, it's a strange combo. Devin walks behind me and starts encouraging me. I show off and shoot the screen that's not meant to be sprayed. There's people rock climbing close by, and someone looks to be in trouble. They're trying to rescue them. There talking about noises of hitting the ground or bouncing against the wall when falling. The guy doesn't like the sounds if they were to happen. I look up and can't find the guy in trouble, but can see others.

Dream Fragment
I remember betting on Dad's horse he thought would win the Melbourne Cup. Josh asks me to put some money on for him, I'm unsure if I placed the bet or not. I use the money that's in my online account. I don't think I place a bet for myself, as I only have bros money in my account. The horse wins the Melbourne Cup at odds of around 13/1. The return of my bet would be around $1000+. I think to myself that I should ask Josh if he did in fact wanted me to put the $50 bet. I was eager to let bro know that he won.

Side Notes
Almost become lucid but failed both RC. Need to be more thorough with my RC.

So first, I dreamed my cousin, her friends and I were at a toy store when we were younger. Apparently, in the dream, my aunt (who lives in Hawaii) was living in our neighborhood. I asked her if she wanted to come along to the store. She says "Sorry, I can't be in this dream, I'm busy." For some reason, I didn't realize I was in a dream, even after she said that! So we went to the toy store. Stuff happened, Blah blah, and I woke up to sleep paralysis. I think. Or a false awakening, in a drem... But everything was so in detail, but blurry. I saw one of those things that hangs up pictures. I thought it was a little hole. Anyway, I couldn't see my hands, because I couldn't move. But I felt like I could move my hands. So I did a couple of reality checks. I tried to push my finger through my other palm, and it felt like it worked, But I wasn't sure. So I closed my eyes, plugged my nose (or felt like my hands were plugging my nose) And closed my mouth. Apparently I could breathe, and I tried to move my head. I sorta figured out how, for some reason a voice in my head said to "Imagine my head is a disc, and a DJ is moving it". I tried it, and I guess it worked! I turned into a dog, and my sister into a cat, and I don't remember what happened. Then, I turned into a Zayn Malik- looking guy, and after that, I lost lucidity.-

In which I try to go to the beach with the British royal family...

Prince William texts me that he'd like to spend the day at the beach. He sends me the address, and R enters it into his phone to get directions. We are led to a narrow island and are eventually driving down what appears to be nothing more than a sandbar. The sand is thick and dry, but we carry on because the phone tells us to. I argue with R that he's being foolish, but he claims that the phone would not send him down this far if we aren't supposed to drive here. Of course, we eventually get stuck in the sand. The tide is rising, and the car will soon be swallowed by the sea. I use this moment to tell R how much his reliance on his cell phone annoys me, then I slam the door and start off back towards the mainland on foot.

I'm struggling to walk in the sand. Each step I take feels like I'm pulling my foot out of concrete, and my breathing is labored. I'm short of breath, dizzy and nauseous. R asks what's wrong, and I explain that we drove so fast out on the beach that we didn't have time to acclimate, and now we'll have altitude sickness. He argues that we are at sea level.

I stop. I look around. He's right. I couldn't possibly be any more at sea level than this. When the tide comes in, it pulls sand out from under my feet. Something is wrong. Something is not right.

R tells me to hurry along. The royal family is waiting for us. I start walking again. Now I can breathe freely and no longer feel nauseous, but still I struggle to pull my feet out of the sand after every step. I look ahead towards land and see that, at this rate, it will take us hours to cross the beach. We will miss our appointment for sure.

Now I'm having trouble walking at all. My knees keep going weak and I keep falling over. I try to crawl, but even that seems impossible. I complain to R that I hate walking on sand. It's so difficult!

But then I stop again. That's not right. Since when do I hate walking on sand? I love walking on the beach. I walk for miles on the beach. And this close to the shore, where the sand is firm and wet, I even jog on the beach. Why in the world can't I walk normally now?

I think to myself, I've felt this before. This has happened to me before- that my legs have gone limp and I've been unable to walk. Normally, I think, this happens when someone is chasing me.

I look behind me, but there is no one there.

Then, suddenly, we are back in town. We are walking a long the seawall, and a film crew is up ahead filming Prince William and Queen Elizabeth as they take one of the little kids for a stroll along the beach. It's crowded, and people sit around under umbrellas watching the royals.

I approach William to apologize, and I ask him how late I am. He responds by showing me his watch, but I notice that it is a vortex manipulator bound to his wrist with a thick leather strap. All three of them have one on their wrists. Oh, I tell him. If you can time travel, then I guess it doesn't matter if I'm late. He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I look at their wrists again and see that actually they are all wearing fit bits.

Prince William explains that they are all ready to go to another beach as this one is too crowded. He asks me if I will bring the car around to pick him up, and I agree. I walk back to the seawall, and I see that there is bumper to bumper traffic ahead. It will be hours before we can get to the next beach. If we keep moving about like this, I'll never get to swim or enjoy myself.

I think to myself that this is just like club-hopping with M when I was in high school. She'd demand that we visit so many different clubs or attempt to meet up with so many different people that we never actually got to hang out in any one place and enjoy ourselves; we were always moving on to the next thing.

In which Snowden leaks reveal G's secret identity...

The most recent Snowden report reveals that the NSA is monitoring G due to his alleged involvement in terrorist activities. I consider canceling our trip to Kazakhstan to visit him. The scoundrel! He has a double life!

But I decide instead to warn him that he's being monitored and to express my disapproval. We Skype with him, but he is laughing, drinking and holding his baby daughter who coos cutely and tries to grab our noses through the computer screen. I tell G that I feel like a fool. We've always known he keeps some of his life private, but we feel foolish for thinking he was our fun-loving friend when really he is a hardened criminal. I know people are complex, but it makes me feel very naive. Lately, I've been feeling that there are very few ethical people in the world.

G is adamant that his behavior has been in the service of goodness, and when I respond that working for the secret police does no good for anyone except for powerful regimes that want absolute control, he looks baffled. Then he laughs and explains that the "terrorism" that he is involved with is actually just guerrilla style Facebook posts. He terrorizes our Facebook newsfeeds with the ugly facts about the violence to animals done in factory farms. Oh.

In which I'm caught up in a war in various Asian countries...


I'm in the gaudy lobby of a five star hotel in Central Asia. The floors are gold marble, and they shine with reflected light from chintzy chandeliers hanging high up in the ceilings. R and I are standing in a large open hall before a broad cedar front desk behind which is a seating area with heavy hand-carved adirondack chairs on thick green carpets placed before a roaring fire. The clientele is clearly international. Some stand near us with their luggage, others are thumbing through magazines in the seating area.

I tell R that the hotel can't seem to decide if it wants to be the Ritz or a mountain lodge. A woman standing next to us responds that the nouveau rich of developing countries never know how to decorate a place, then she leans closer and says that the building isn't structurally sound either. The whole thing will crumble in a decade.

People around us start to stare and point at the woman. I think that it is because they can hear her complaints, so we step away to make it obvious that we are not together. But she gathers more attention so I look at her more closely. She is dressed in a long billowy black frock and a black ski mask. She wears black leggings and combat boots beneath her skirts, and she carries a black backpack. Somehow, I realize she is a Chechnyan militant, but before I can react, she opens her frock to reveal a belt of guns and bombs. She tells us all to drop down to the floor.

I'm lying prone on the cold marble, as are all the other guests in the hotel. Young men dressed in black run about with tie wraps binding our wrists behind our backs while the woman stands in the middle of the lobby shouting her demands. We are her hostages. She wants to negotiate with Putin. He'll raid the place and we'll die, I think to myself. I'm less afraid than I am astonished that this is actually happening to me. I'm actually a hostage to terrorist rebels calling for negotiations with Putin. Then I reflect on my astonishment. This sort of thing happens to people; the history of the world is full of regular folks having their lives destroyed because they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Violent political turmoil, global warfare- why did I assume I'd be safe?

But then, someone comes up to the woman with a pink slip of paper. The woman glances at it and then calls my name. I do not respond. I do not know what that piece of paper bodes for me, and I think it is better to take my chances with the rest of the bunch. She calls my name again. I remain silent. Then she walks over to me and asks why I'm ignoring her. I see that my name is on my luggage. She must have read it while we were discussing the hotel decor.

I stand up and look her in the eye. She asks again why I ignored her. I respond that her accent is so heavy that I didn't understand my own name. She tells me that I'm wanted in the office and hands me the pink hall pass. She tells me that R can come along too. It's so strange that at first we just stand there dumbfounded. This must be some sort of trick?

No, she answers. We have been called down to the office where we are to begin negotiations for the release of the hostages. Did we listen carefully to her demands? I did not. I walk to the lobby desk and take out a pencil. I try to write down the demands that she is dictating, but it's no good. I can't form letters, and every time I think I've written something correctly, it changes when I look back at it. I lie and tell her that I'm writing down what she says. I hold the paper so that she can't see it and pretend to understand.

We exit the lobby with our pink slip and my scribble paper and enter a labyrinth of empty halls and escalators. We wander around lost for what seems like hours. One of the escalators descends to a giant fountain around which people are gathered; when we come across it for the third time we realize we are going in circles. We stop to look at the window, and we see Russian fighter jets flying over head. We know that the hotel will soon be under siege and that there will be no negotiation so we abandon the other hostages and run out towards the parking garage.

R and I are driving in the front seat of our car with my grandmother in the back. We are driving as quickly as we can away from the hotel which is now taking aerial bombing as well as internal explosions. It's in flames behind us. There is debris and military vehicles all over the roads. We know we must head straight for the freeway, but the on-ramps and overpasses are treacherous. We realize now that we are in Afghanistan, and that the infrastructure here was shabby even when it was new due to the corruption and graft involved in construction contracts and funding. We'd rather not drive on those roads, but at this time we have no choice.

All around us, the countryside is burning. Bombs are falling from the sky and explosions fill the space behind us. The freeway is even more chaotic than usual. Cars, oxcarts, military tanks, pedestrians, rickshaws and livestock fill the roads, traveling in all directions. Meanwhile, vehicles are exploding all around us either due to bombing or landmines, we can't be certain. We have no choice but to continue to drive straight forward, but all in front of us we see cars exploding and people being shot. A big rig in front of us suddenly explodes and the freeway fills with fire. It's like a summer blockbuster popcorn movie, only it is happening in front of my eyes.

My grandmother and I scream at R to turn around, to not drive towards the violence and fire. He responds that we have no choice. It seems unlikely that we could carry on through such a thing and survive, and I think to myself that I will probably die here. It's such a reckless thing to do, but deep down I cling to the possibility that we will make it. Statistically, some of us will survive, and I wonder what the chances are that it will be us. Everyone must think this way. I also consider how terrible it will be to burn alive, and I wonder if the impact will kill us before the fire does. With horror, I imagine being mangled and trapped inside a wrecked car, slowly burning to death.

But we do make it, somehow. Next thing I know, all three of us are hiding in the trash-strewn dilapidated courtyard of a Soviet style concrete apartment block. A dirty-faced child with long stringy hair and a torn woolen sweater motions at us to follow her. We approach her, and she pinches the inside of my arm. The skin briefly turns pink then fades. The child laughs and says, "your skin is like chicken." She tells us she will take us to where the white people stay. It seems an odd thing for her to say, especially considering that R is not white, but I look around and see that we are now in India where the people are generally obsessed with white skinned Westerners and where simply having white skin entitles you to access the bubble of fancy air conditioned malls, hotels, sky rises and servants that make up the daily life of most Western expats living there. Fearing the explosions and violence surrounding us, I'm grateful for the privilege. It might well save us.

We enter a second apartment block, this one full of overweight and middle aged Westerners, mostly Brits but some Americans as well. They are all sheltered in a large dark room, sitting in chairs that they've pulled together to form a circle. They are having tea, and my grandmother takes her place with them. They are clearly all afraid, and they interrupt one another discussing theories about how they will get out of here. Maybe a helicopter will save them. Maybe the news media will learn they are here. Maybe they can bribe a warlord to give them passage.

I walk across the hall to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes look dead. They always look dead in my dreams, I think. Oh, then. I must be dreaming. This calms me down considerably. I walk back into the room where the frightened Westerners are gathered. I tell them that I am dreaming. They have nothing to be afraid of since this is not real.

I'm standing before a set of heavy double doors. There is wooden paneling on the doors about three quarters of the way up, but the top of the door is divided into small square windows. A middle aged woman walks over to me. She has her hair piled up on top of her head and she wears several necklaces. She is wearing a lot of makeup, and all of her accessories match. I wonder how long she spends getting ready in the morning. I look into her eyes and can tell she is terrified. I tell her that she isn't real. She opens her mouth to answer, but instead she just makes a strange soundless movement with her jaw. I laugh at her. None of this is real, I tell her. We don't have to figure a way out of it. I'll wake up soon, and it will be all over.

I am recounting a "memory" of riding a dragon to another DC. The memory becomes very vivid and immersive, as though it is happening right then. I am flying through the sky, very high up, about cloud level. There is a rider sitting behind me, similar to a skydiving instructor, I suppose The dragon loops in the air, and suddenly I am falling. I'm terrified because I think this is real, and that I am going to die. The dragon then swoops back and catches me. I wonder how the dragon managed to catch both me and the instructor, then reason that the instructor is probably strapped in. I wake up, and for a moment, think that my dragon memory is real

I had four nightmares over the weekend. You'd think that I was worried about something.

Dream 1:

I had been kidnapped by a vampire. She had me in a house that appeared to be my childhood home in LA. At one point the vampire turned her back and I took that chance to run out the open door and down the street. I knew that the vampire would immediately notice and would be after me, So after passing a couple of houses I ran to the next house and opened the door and went inside. I saw a room where two adults were sleeping. At first I felt relieved. Maybe they could help me. But then I realized that I needed to leave. I would just be getting them killed if the vampire found me here--and I knew she could follow me...follow my scent. I knew there was nothing I could do to get away. She was so much faster than I was. There was no way to erase my trail.


Dream 2:

I was riding my bike on a mountain road at night. The road twisted and turned and went on forever. I felt I would never get to my destination. Then suddenly in front of me I saw a bigfoot climb up the slope and onto the road directly in front of me. The bigfoot was a lighter brown color with reddish tints. It's fur was longer and matted with bits of leaves and twigs in it, like it had just gotten up from sleeping on the forest floor. It stood and faced me. I was so startled and frightened that I swerved my bike and went over the edge. I could feel myself falling...falling...

And I woke up with a start, breathing heavy, my heart racing.


Dream 3:

I was with a group of ladies. I was supposed to be working on a big project with them. I not only couldn't remember who they were, but I couldn't remember what the project was. I only knew that I was suddenly about to have to give a presentation. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I started to panic.


Dream 4:

My plane had just landed at the airport, and I got off the plane. I suddenly realized I hadn't gotten my luggage out of the overhead compartment. I tired to run back and find the plane. The airport was a maze. I had no idea which way I had come from. I was running around not knowing where I was going and not finding anyone who could help. I ended up in a hallway that kept getting steeper and steeper until I started sliding back. I knew I couldn't go this way.

Finally I found someone to help me. I was told that my luggage had been taken off the plane and was now at the baggage area. I actually was able to locate it by the end of this dream making it a very unusual nightmare with a happy ending.

Last night I dreamed of fish in all shapes and sizes. I found some old aquariums that I had been neglecting: there were just a few inches of water in the bottom, and I worried that the fish might be close to suffocating. Worse still, on a shelf next to another aquarium I found two koi, one orange and one silver, that had completely dried out. I recalled making the discovery that they were happy living outside the tank for a few hours every day, but then one day I forgot to put them back in. That must have been months ago. Now the fish were completely hard and dry and basically mummified, and I realized guiltily that they were probably past reviving.

I also had two very large fish, so big that if I kept them in my own tank, they would fill it completely and not have any room to swim. I decided to take them to the public aquarium, which had a room-sized tank that would give them plenty of space. They were each so big—around four or five feet long—that I needed a friend to help carry them, and we would have to make two separate trips. One of the fish was called a "Blue Rangit," with beautiful azure scales and long elegant reddish fins. The second was a plainer, silvery-tan fish called an "Alaskan Battlecod."

As my friend and I carried the Blue Rangit through the city streets, a man on a motorcycle drove by and tried to grab it from us. He didn't succeed in getting it away from us, but a moment later, my friend noticed him talking to a female police officer. The cop then came over and accused us of stealing the fish from the man! Apparently that's the story he told her, and for some reason she was completely convinced by it.

I tried to explain the situation, pointing out that the guy probably doesn't even know anything about the fish. Does he even know it is called a Blue Rangit? Well maybe he does, and that's why he's trying to steal it—they're quite rare—but does he even know what it's used for? I told her to go back and question him about it, and she would probably find him ignorant about the true nature of the fish. To make sure that the officer was well-informed when she did the questioning, so that she wouldn't fall for more of that man's lies, I explained that the Blue Rangit was used for lucid dreaming, and my other fish, the Alaskan Battlecod, was used for lucid dreaming and fish battles.

I went on to tell the officer how I didn't have enough space for these fish in my aquarium at home, so I was taking them to the public aquarium. At this point she started telling me that I wasn't allowed to do that, and I woke up.

Note: I don't have any fish in WL, but I suspect that I dreamed about them because this month's fish TOTM is the one I've been planning to work on first. It's cool how the dream was almost encouraging me to get lucid by connecting the fish with the idea of lucidity, but somehow I failed to completely pick up on this even as the words were coming out of my mouth!

it's been a while, goodness. i haven't even been all that busy. but onto some dream stuff!

i'm going off to college for the first time this saturday so recently i've been having a lot of college dreams, as well as dreams about senior year events. as many as i've had it's been hard convincing my subconscious to take these situations as dream signs, so! lucidity hasn't happened in a school dream yet

but i did become lucid last night in a dild fashion! it was a ridiculously simple dream. i was just sitting on my bed when i suddenly felt the need to look at my hands. without my glasses they looked normal, but with my glasses on they seemed to have only three fingers each (maybe because i wear my glasses nearly every moment of the day?). i wasn't able to change the dream scene, but i did change the time of day to night, which made it easier for me to think clearly! not very eventful, but definitely a valuable experience in trying to command my dreams.

NLD from last night:

- I have somehow "downloaded" Daniel Radcliffe's body and taken it as my own. Like, I AM Daniel Radcliffe, physically. So I go and sit down in a chair in a dimly lit room and I look down at my chest and start narrating lmao. I'm like, "So Daniel Radcliffe has a 3rd nipple, and as we can see here, it is erect!" It's like a tiny pink spot next to the left nipple and there's any even TINIER bump in the middle of it. I laugh quite a bit at this.

Assistant Kitchen Hand
I'm at the pools, and I'm seeing some people that I'm with.

I'm in a house now and see some people I know. I open the door for people. One of them is Sira Hunt. I'm sitting down on a couch and people are talking about meditation. I ask her how she meditates with the issues she has. She says it's hard but gets it done. I try to get more information out of her. I sit next to the girl and we start talking lucid dreaming. I ask her if she has had DEILD's before and that I use that method. She breaks down because she misses lucid dreaming so much and can't seem to have them anymore.

I'm in a toilet doing something. A few people try to use it, but realize I'm using it. I'm pissing where I'm not supposed to, but can't find the bowl.

Im in a kitchen and there's a guy cooking. I'm assisting him, but a little confused. He asks me to chop up some things. I can only see butter knifes laying around the kitchen. I wait for him to finish using the sharp one. He gives me the knife and i ask him what to do again.
Later on he hands me a massive knife which is like a magnet. It sticks to food. He demonstrates on a piece of metal, which makes me feel gitty due to the sound.
He tells me he bought it online and myself and another girl get into a debate over the pros cons of buying items online. The scene changes to outside as we continue convocation. I see Daryl and tell them that Dazza bought flights online. The guy cooking says he did too, it was a trip to Japan. The girl thinks it's silly what we have done.

A lot more people begin arriving and it looks as if we're about to do group performances. I see a group come out doing dancing. It's looking like they're lip synching.

I'm becoming confused about how to unlock my phone. I try the passcode that I'm sure is right, but it gets denied. I turn phone off and on which does the trick for allowing more chances at guessing the passcode. I was worried that I would puck my phone. I notice that upon restarting phone, that the phone itself is unlocked. Later on I figure out my code.

Scared Of The Track People
I'm riding my bike down the side shortcut that gets u to my high school (beside the highway) it's very dark and can't see too well as I'm riding. I see a muddy section up ahead and decide to power through it. I see some cars parked down the side of where I'm riding. I come to a stop because I see a group of people at the end of the track. I have a bad feeling about going through, so I turn back. I reach to the start of where I came from and need to get my bike in my car somehow or figure something else out. The car is In between a few trees which make me nervous about getting it out. I think to maybe roll my car out, but decide to get it out normally I think. I park it next to a big motor home. I felt that I was getting very close to it and would hit it if I'm not being careful. I begin walking back to where my bike is and I see a lady in her house. She looks to be meditating while standing next to a bar. She spots me and stops what she was doing. I notice that she has a family also, they're at the kitchen table. I'm near my bike and I need a piss. I check a spot out that's looking into a bedroom. I take the risk and just as I undo my buckle I see a girl walk into the room. I try to play it cool and wave to her and walk away.
All the people that were down the end of the track are going back to their cars etc. They're older men, which seem pretty harmless. They ask why I don't fish down there, and I respond by telling them that the area is known for trouble and decided to steer clear.

I was maybe a foreign exchange student. I was ushered into a home in Japan, which I could tell was where I was due to the scenery, of which I can't remember any specific details.... maybe I just knew? I'm being shown a map of the home that I'm staying at by one of the residents. The rooms are incredibly large, and there are even locations of all the furniture on the map. It's like very minimalistic. There would be a small seating arrangement in the center of the room and that's it. There was even a sauna on the map.

Then, I'm in bed with my first girlfriend and she's still asleep mumbling something about Argentina. I wake her up and she says that we can go to all the countries, even if it takes a whole month. I have no idea what this means, but I'm very excited.

Then, I'm on a raft on a river that's crystal clear. The river is running through a neighborhood. I can float through people's backyards, which are all grassy and have kids playing, and all of them have pools. It's clearly summer and the kids are all out of school. I don't remember much else because the alarm woke me up.

Morning of August 10, 2015. Monday.



There really is not that much to this one. For some reason, planet Earth seems a lot smaller and almost like a spaceship. There is some sort of event that may destroy the “world” and only about thirty people are able to escape in their own family escape pod, each of which holds a few people in a family (though with a larger family such as mine, there are two, which are connected and maintain the same orbit).

Finally, the last pieces of the planet (only a few, as the planet seemed quite small to begin with) are floating about in the center of a circle of escape pods. There are probably only about a dozen.

Regardless of the “end of the world” scenario, there seems to be no real concern about endangerment. We may be in our pods for a considerable time, though will still find new life on another planet. The feeling of being in outer space in such a structure seems quite real. Oddly, there seems no concern about food supplies or needed utilities. In the back of my mind, I am thinking, as always, it will turn out as how it should.

Did WILD, arrived outside my Nan's house. It was a bright, sunny day. I looked at the other houses lining the street and I saw that their design was vastly different to the real houses. In an instant, and without any fanfare or beautiful lights, the purpose behind this new design became apparent, as they were in fact large boats. The ground below and around them instantly became water and they sailed for a bit. I turned around and looked at my Nan's house. It too was different, but it was stationary and large and resembled a shopping centre more than anything else. I remembered my dream task and attempted to fly into space, to find a black hole. I failed and the world started fading out. I attempted to will clarity back, but failed at that too.

I found myself in my room, and convinced I had woken up, went on my laptop. I searched (God knows why) for humans acting as animals (can't recall the exact search term). The first link I encountered was for a TV tropes page called "elephantra". I intuitively knew it was an invented word and looked at the side of my laptop to discover the charging cable was plugged in. In real life, my sister had it. (She broke her own, so, we share). My laptop was also dead in real life and this was enough to make me lucid. Sadly, I woke up (for real, this time).

I was a tall barbarian with huge muscles, wearing traditional armor. I was travelling with group of adventurers - a thief woman in green cloak, a warrior in full plate armor and a sorceress in purple cloak. We entered a tavern to discuss our mission. It was a two storey wooden building. There were travelling merchants, mercenaries and random people there, talking and drinking.

We sat at only free table, at the back of the tavern. I ordered a huge mug of ale, and then we talked about our mission. We were going to capture a mad scientist, that builds machines of terror and destruction. He already destroyed nearby villages, and moves on to attack closest cities. When they were talking, someone gave me a weird look, which made me both uncomfortable and mad.

I just standed up from my chair - the whole tavern become quiet. The man came closer to me, and tried to stab me with a dagger. I jumped back, took a chair and striked him in the head. This was enough to make him unconscious, and enough to start a tavern drunken brawl. Mugs and chairs were thrown. The bartender hidden behind a counter while drunk mercenaries were fighting.

With group, we quietly left the tavern and moved on. I looked back, and saw city guards entering the tavern. We wandered the forest for a while. It was weirdly quiet. After a few hours, we saw a village in the distance. Only ashes and corpses were left after the mad scientist attacked. We moved through the village, and saw a castle in the distance.

We entered the castle - it looked like it's inhabitants just vanished, looked like it was left in a hurry. After searching all the chambers, we found a hidden hatch to a dungeon, and entered it. It was dark. I could feel the stench of death in the air. The corridor was splitting to a few chambers, so we decided to split up - with me ordered to wait in the back for some reason.

After a good while of waiting, I heard screams coming from random parts of dungeon. I said "That's it!" and ran to closest chamber. I saw sorceress, hypnotizingly walking around a table with clothing. I took a turn to the left, and saw a pile of bones near a strange machine - it had a weird mechanical arm, that could throw you into a flesh removing blades. It quickly drawn energy, but couldn't attack me. The machines had to be powered by magic, and I was magic resistant.

There were more machines of death inside - from usual torture machines to weird objects, like a spiral with red glowing ball at the top. The spiral killed the warrior by striking him with lightning, but it haven't attacked me. I ran to the chamber with sorceress, and saw that weird man from the tavern - he was a mad scientist. I came closer to him, and then he grabbed a throwing knife and thrown it at me. I easily dodged, and when I was just about to bash his skull inside - he disappeared.

I looked at the sorceress, the hypnotizing spell was removed from her. I went closer, and then she thrown her clothes down, and we did our thing.

It’s about time I got back into my journalling. I haven’t really had any super special dreams that are worth journalling, but as the movie quote goes “if you build it, they will come.” So here goes nothing.

I’m at this middle school, already lucid. I’m talking with a friend, who apparently considers me a superhero because of the powers I have in the dream. Apparently I look the part too, as I have a long, black cape on. He asks me to show some of them off to him, and I happily oblige. I get a running start and take off flying. For the first time in a long time, I’m actually flying really fast, and enjoying every minute of it. After a while, I start to hit a strong headwind, and am basically floating in the air and making no forward progress. I decide to grab my cape and manipulate it into a parachute-like contraption to give me some extra height. My plan works perfectly, and it feels pretty awesome too. The whole scenario reminds me of the capes from Super Mario World.



After a while the winds subside, and I continue flying normally. However, at one point I realize that I’ve slowed down and am now flying backwards. I push harder to gain more speed, but I continue to fly backwards. I turn around to see this evil-looking guy behind me in the parking lot with a gravity gun of sorts, which is pulling me towards him. I turn around in mid-air and stop fighting the pull of the gun, which causes me to slingshot towards him at a high speed. I extend out my fist and deliver a super punch right to his face. He flies backwards and the gun falls out of his hands. I get back on my feet and prepare to fight him. He instead uses his gravity-controlling gloves to pick up a dumpster nearby and slam it into me. I hit the ground hard. As I start to get up, he pulls out this small device that looks like a Pip-Boy from Fallout.



He starts explaining that the device generates an infinitely strong gravitational field, and will destroy the world within a matter of minutes. Before I can stop him, he turns it on. The device instantly fires up, and causes a massive distortion in the scenery around it. It starts sucking in everything like a vacuum. I watch as the black hole devours a couple trees, a car, and two innocent bystanders. I start to get sucked in myself, but quickly put a ton of effort into flying away from it. It takes a lot of energy, and I realize I’m quickly getting tired, so I grab a spot on the concrete and hang on for dear life. I don’t remember exactly how, but I somehow manage to stop the machine, which causes everything to return to normal. Shortly after this, I wake up.