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New totalitarian regime took over the world. I decided to escape that world, and ran away from cities to a desert that was used as waste disposal until the toxicity level was too high. I wanted to create my world there, changing climate, weather, buildings and landscapes with moves of my hands.

I created beautiful swamps, forests and moors. Fields, rivers and villages. The world was beautiful but empty, as no one lived in there. I decided to call for divine intervention, and quickly a god answered my prayers. It was a Random Numbers God. He send me a prophet - a pretty, tall, redhead lady. She told me to retrieve Supernatural Dices, and my prayers would be rewarded.

I ran back to part of wasted desert that was not changed by me, and called for the prophet. She appeared immediately, and gestured. A rock spire with a teleport on top of it shot out of ground. I jumped on top of small penninsulas, and jumped into the portal.

I landed on a platform hanging in void. It had huge leaves floating on water as floor. The water was muddy, though I could see crocodiles swimming in it. My mission was simple - run to the end of it, get the dices, and run back. On the way I had to jump on the platforms, punch crocodiles and pick up smaller dices, until I got to the end and received a huge die.

I ran back, meeting the same obstacles. When I jumped out of portal, I threwn the dices at the lady and then... I appeared in my toilet. I was taking a bath in bathtub. Suddenly I just started to s**t into the water. I really felt it coming out of me, and then the whole bathroom started to stink. I cleaned it later on.

I must've rolled lots of 1 when throwing dices at the lady. RNG never liked me.

Morning of August 8, 2015. Saturday.



In my dream, there is a sense of love and joy even though there seems to be a possibility of a storm approaching from the north. My family and I seem to be living on Stadcor Street in Brisbane again. The layout of the house is different and there almost seems to be a loft in the corner near the front door where I am recording, I believe, a half-hour video that relates to some sort of educational session, though I do not fully recall the content. I am only talking smoothly throughout the video. The precision of what I am saying seems to have flowed smoothly thus far for the most part. However, just within the last five minutes of the otherwise perfect video, my (deceased) mother turns on the television in one of the rooms (she has never been to Australia in real life) and the sound is loud enough to be picked up on the video.

I am somewhat annoyed and illogically believe that I will have to start over from the very beginning (instead of implementing an undetectable edit). I do not show any anger, though. However, for some reason, I now seem to have the need for additional equipment and documents to do what I had just already almost completed.

From here, I go to the back door as a heavy rain has just started. There is also a fresh strong wind bringing the rain from the north. When I go out to the backyard briefly, I see a gray area and implied heavy rain over Halcyon Street, yet still do not panic.

I go back inside and notice that, in my computer room, heavy streams of rain are actually now coming through the boards of the ceiling. My first thought is that the equipment I need will probably be too wet to use for awhile, thus my video will be delayed. I am then concerned about all my documents including my dream journals. This is the only room that is leaking thus far. I almost feel a sense of cheerful amusement even though I am not sure if this indicates an apocalyptic event. I am not quite sure if I am dreaming or not. Obviously, closing the windows will not matter at all, as most of the water is coming in through the ceiling. My dream is most vivid at this point, though I start to wake from here. I have had similar dreams (concerning water coming from the ceiling) since I was very young.

I'm sitting on my bed in front of my laptop and the screen suddenly turns into a mirror. I realize the reflection isn't my face and become lucid.

I study the face of the girl in the mirror and decide to try to find out who she is. She looks younger than me and is dressed in a Victorian style so I guess she's someone I was in a past life or maybe a ghost.

At this point I try to recall a TOTM, but I can't remember any of them and I keep getting distracted by this girl's face in the mirror. So I get a piece of paper and a pen and set it in front of the mirror and tell her to write her name.

The girl reaches out from the mirror and starts writing on the paper, and at first I think I see a name like 'Dorthea' or 'Dorisha' or something, but then it all turns to jibberish and I'm annoyed. I decide to try to think hard about the TOTM again but I woke up.

I've been supremely lazy with my DJ lately, and now I've got that competition coming up! So, here's me trying to get back in the swing of things. An oddly strung-together non-lucid from last night:

I'm with my best friend J in my old room at my Dad's house. It's late at night and we're trying to go to sleep. Lots of things are keeping me from being able to. J is trying really hard but I can tell she's not sleeping either. There are lights and music on in the room (music task dangit!) and the bed is lumpy, tilted, and too small. Eventually we give up on falling asleep because it's like 6:49am (I remember seeing the numbers somewhere) and my Dad and some other people have come to talk to us. We're supposed to get ready and go to J's parents' house, so we do. I find myself with C, alone inside the house. I'm snooping around, dragging him along with me and showing everything to him. We end up in a back room that's for J's Dad. It's some kind of relaxing spa area and there's a thing that looks like a teeny hot tub. The jets are running and steam comes off the roiling water. I get in and sit down, barely fitting, and it feels great. I think it's for J's Dad's feet after a day of work. I tell C that we need one of these. Everyone else is outside and we can see them and their cars off in the field through big windows. We head back to the living room and as we arrive, so do they. We hang out in there and suddenly it's night time. I have brought with me some kind of oversized glass coca-cola bottle with a weird cloth lid and candy inside. J's mom remarks about how it's just like hers, which is sitting right next to it. We examine and compare them to find there are some small differences. Another transition (daytime now) and J, myself and a couple others are running around the outside of the house trying to avoid some people looking for us on the inside of the house. It's some kind of thing involving law enforcement and D is with them. The house is mostly glass windows now, so I see D walk into a room by himself. I climb up on the glass and Julie keeps running, not noticing I'm gone. D doesn't notice me either. I guess I'm semi-lucid because I phase down through the glass and just attack him and we start making out. We start floating and drift back outside, out and up. D's form becomes insubstantial and he disappears. I look down, awareness fading, and see a group of native people hanging out on a jungle-y shore beside a river. The glass house is still there, too. Over to the left edge of my vision is a waterfall. There are no trees next to the water, just large, fluffy ferns and stuff. The natives are having fun diving into the water and I begin to hear a male voice narrating, saying that they compare dives and see which one can do it better. The voice says "sea level" alot in reference to the depth of the water. Apparently this is the most important thing. I start zooming over the land, seeing different scenes of people and vehicles on different bodies of water. The last one is a 4-wheeler that goes on water. I see it ramp waaay up in the air and land back down in the water, where it becomes a hover-boat. I "zoom in" and land next to it and realize it's my two sisters inside. They're much younger here than irl. I get excited and become me again, saying hi to them. We're at the edge of a waterpark and apparently the boat thing was a ride they just went on. We go to where their dad is (they're half-siblings) and he's already getting back in line for that ride. We wait with him. His sister is there too, down on the ground (The line for the ride is on a wooden platform). We're all wanting drinks so we call to her to get some. No one seems to know where a drink stand is, so I look around. I see several small concession stands and more wooden platforms leading to rides. One of the stands has a lemon wedge sign and is called "Cold Rock Lemonade". I point this out to step-dad and he calls down to his sister about it. Later on, we're at their house (his sister is gone) and C is with me. It's just me, him and my step-dad. We give step-dad a movie to watch that we really like, then I see a magazine I want to look at. I look through it from back to front for some reason and when I almost get to the front, there is porn. Lots of little icon-sized pics of people. Half are dudes, half are chicks. I flip through this really quickly, trying to see if there's anything else, but nope. I close it and set it down, not acknowledging to step-dad that I found porn at his house.. lol. This turns into some weird movie that involves gay sex, then B (step-dad) and his dad (DC made-up version) get into a fight about gay tolerance and the old man says something like, "It doesn't matter what you're touching as long as it's what you want to touch" or something like that. He's really tolerant while B is not quite so much. They eventually get into a cartoonish fight and turn into big clowns. The old man has a weird metal apparatus attached to his pelvic region and at the end of it (it's really huge, like a crane) is a regular ol' hot dog lmao. He chases B with this, trying to poke him with it, and ends up chasing him into a gigantic pit. B falls all the way down into some really soft dirt with worms all in it. From way above, the worms just look like crushed up pieces of ramen noodles lol. But once the camera zooms down, they are giant meal-worms, flipping around everywhere. B is still a clown and is angrily shaking his fist and yelling.

Dream Fragment
An old fighter is telling me that he best up a legend. He tells me he beat up Bruce lee. I'm behind a door and his kicking it in trying to get to me. He can't seem To get in due to me holding it with legs. He's the brother of another fighter.

Overview: Compassion and contentment is what I am aiming for which is more evident in the memorable dream. Is there a way I can turn the anxiety dream into a memorable dream? Is there first a way to know I am suffering in the anxiety dream and then have humour about it and then turn it into a memorable dream. Of course there is suffering and anxiety everywhere so I need to accept it before I turn it into something heavenly. When I have that rushing in an anxiety dream if I turn it into compassion like saying "Wait what am I doing!" this is hurting me and instead open up to the DCs and give them hugs or just listen to them. This is where I used to make the mistake before when I would not meet people where they are at and just arrive happy out in my own world

Memorable: Saw how beautiful my friend in a non-sexual way. Her hair was coming down over her eyes and her face was soft and calm. I was seeing her truly. I teased her about her hair and she did not like it. She is usually bossy over me so being in the dream gave me confidence to tease her.

Memorable: A beautiful lady a little younger than me who I know in real life wants to see my secret room in my house. I consider it but know it is better not to. Dream does not continue to me showing her. It is like she is telling me that I have something special myself that I don't need to share or search for and that this is my happiness.

Memorable: There is a big black beetle with a scorpion tail about the size of a dog following me around. A DC is telling me what all this is about. The scorpion can go through walls. The scorpion does not want to hurt me at all. I met a big black beetle in my bag earlier that day and put him out to the grass.

Memorable: There was a time when all the continents were together and there were dinosaurs but no humans. Most of the continents were desert but in the middle there was grass. I was looking at this on a big map with a DC. The big lizards were the dominant creatures in the land. The map was very detailed. I was discussing and debating with the other dream characters.

Anxiety Dream / DCs: I am in a car like a mini van taxi and the wipers are going quickly (really quickly you know the way they do). We are trying to get somewhere on time! I am afraid I am going to loose something. There is also a DC in this dream that I am trying to please but I don't meet him or her.

Anxiety Dream / DCs: I am getting my fitness levels up so I can succeed in the world. Then I can go places and be right the DC says!

Anxiety Dream / DCs: DC had sold my house and everything in it and I was awake thinking I was in an empty house. It was only when I ate my toast I realised that it was not sold. DC is quite mean and punishing type.

Anxiety Dream DCs: Went for spaghetti at a restaurant with a good friend of mine. The spaghetti was coming out of a machine and you had to eat loads of it. We were both very hungry. We cut off the end of the spaghetti when we were there. There was some DC in the background (like totally of stage miles away) cause we were not really meant to be there. It was a wonderful close experience with my friend of intense happiness but some anxiety about the DCs. I cut off the spaghetti and left it ready for the next people to call. There was a rushing sense to this dream. There was a sexual nature to this dream where I wanted to get happiness there was a lack of compassion and contentment.