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I was in my house, it was late afternoon. My mother and younger sister were in home. I was mad at my younger sister and was shouting. Mother tried to calm me down, but I was still mad and continued shouting. Then my younger sister entered the room and I said as calmly as I could "For three hours you were bothering me about slippers that never was in our house!"

Fragment

I recall a short fragment in which sister made me a full face makeup. She added loads of brown.

It is stated, re-writing dreams to another format may help with dream recall.
So, to start off this journal with.

12th of Feb, 2012

Boy, was I an obnoxious fellow back then.

My first dream recorded in journal was lucid. The second dream was common, and I'll write of both, since they have happened in one night.

1st lucid dream.
Rocket party

I am present on some luxurious party, with tuxedos, champagne, golden drapery and such, Gatsby style. The party was going on inside. Suddenly, I realised I'm in a dream. Why? I guess I just felt it. I became excited and started rubbing hands with each other. to stabilize the environment. I went outside through the coatroom and wished so there would be a beach shore. I pushed the door and there it was, sand and sea.

After walking there a bit I spawned a rocket with an intent to fly it. I hugged the rocket and turned it on by a demand. I don't remember the physical sensations, then the rocket took me to some village during winter. It wasnt't cold. I jumped off the rocket and felt my grasp on dream loosen. I took measures against it, but I fell in a grey fog nevertheless.

Subjective ratings:
Physical sensations - none
Lucidity level - 10% to 20%
Audial sensations - partial

Common dreams here and further
Troll invasion

I was on a shore I don't recognize, sorta mediterranean. I had few other kids with me. We went home by the shore. Then we noticed giants walking across, they were fat and skin of a green colour covered theirs.

*Jump-cut*

We're at home, which seems to be my former school, particularly it's entrance hallway. I'm changing shoes. There's a hammer near me and a broken lego piece. I 'knew' what if I were to smash the lego piece with a hammer I could obtain some power. So I did. And when I done it, I reappeared directly a floor above my last location. Old master spoke something, something was bad and I should be sorry for it. When I looked out of the window, I saw trolls heading towards the entrance. This concludes it.

6th of June, 2014
Dragon assault

I went to hunt a dragon with some soup-like substance to lure him. I left it in bushes, close to forest. It was sunny, not a cloud. The dragon came and started munching away, I tried to sneak in from behind, but he noticed me before I could land a strike. He turned to me, but I didn't like the way he looked, some unholy abomination with snout like pacman or something? I rewinded my dream back to the point when I set a lure in there.

Then came another dragon, a fine looking beast this time. I sneaked in and jammed a makeshift spear into his rear. The dragon was enraged and exhaled fire all over me. To my displeasure I noticed a lack of weapon in my hand (I left it back there), but I took another spear conveniently laying nearby and fought the beast. Dragon made haste to neaby forest, there lay an entrance to some goblin cave (which, I suspect, was a dwarf minesite before) and I continued to fight him there. It was very dark and only flames the dragon emitted illuminated the shafts. Dragon kept me low on health (suddenly skyrim ui turned on), so I constantly switched to inventory and gulped down health potions. This concludes it.

27th of Aug, 2014
Freezing howl

I walked my way up a ice-covered road. The road actually went at a very sharp degree, higher and higher. I pulled with me a log with spikes (branches?) covering it. I've also seen the other man carrying down a big log with some weird construction on it, it kept sliding to a side. Car appeared on scene, and speeded onto him. His log slided and hit it in the left side, knocking it in the air in slow-mo fashion. I've noticed splatters of blood on its hood. I made haste onwards, couldn't keep balance (must've walked on the edge of road) and fell down into snow, from somewhere-somewhere 12 storeys high.

I've landed somewhere in a deep forest. Sight of wolves seemed through the black trees. I hurried there where my eyes looked, and found a burning village. It was infernal, fire was at its peak. I thught I could find some help, but there seemed to be not a soul around. Wolves' howl kept getting closer. That concludes it.

That's about it for now. I'll get down some more in a few days.

Bed @ 2245
Woke @ 0300


The old house
I'm outside, sitting at a desk I've set up on my driveway, working on my laptop. One side of the driveway is lined with trees, and a beautiful old house is on the other side. The other side of the driveway has sparse trees, and I can see the road through them. I'm on a conference call with Chad and someone else. While we're waiting for Tony to dial in, Chad asks when we last had any time off. I tell him it's been a while, and he says that we should all take a day off. Almost immediately, he and the other person on the call drop. Tony dials in a moment later and I explain what just happened. He's rather stunned, not quite believing they'd do that. As he's becoming less stunned and more annoyed, I invite him over for the day to work, and he accepts. He's never been to my house before, so I try to give him directions, but I'm doing a really bad job. He dialed into the conference while he was already driving, so despite my bad directions it's only a couple of minutes before he shows up. Now I'm inside sitting at a large dining room table in a room paneled with lots of old, dark wood. Tony's not there, but Amita and a couple of others are. I offer them the leftovers from lunch - some tostada shells, refried beans, and other texmex bits and pieces - and Amita immediately accepts. She grabs something large - the entirety of what's left of something - and starts dipping it into the refried beans. I've never seen anyone eat it like that ...

Now I'm with my wife and eldest daughter in the kitchen. One of them says we've been asked how many trees on the property produce any kind of berry. We start trying to run down them by memory, starting with trees on the driveway. The ones at the top of the driveway don't produce berries; the next plants produce beries but would be considered bushes, but the next ones are trees which berry. Now we're outside wandering around, checking plants one-by-one to see if they have berries and would be considered trees.


BTB @ 0315, though it takes about 30 minutes to fall asleep.
Woke on and off. Woke for the last time at 0715.

A slow invasion
I'm sitting with two or three people at a round table talking about the best way to keep <something> out of <somewhere>. Everything we've tried has failed, and I believe that, ultimately, there's nothing we can do; eventually the place will be overrun and it's just a mater of how long it'll take.


Fragment:Someone standing by a road.

I can usually lucid dream with abilities to wake myself up from a nightmare, control my actions, or even control whole aspects of my dreams.

but last night I had a dream that I could not do anything about. I was along for the ride.

ill cut out unimportant details.

in my dream I was my current age (27) and I was with 3 friends. we were heading to our old high school hang out spot. a small multi-level abandoned factory of some sort. we get there and I'm immediately overran with emotions of sadness, GREATLY missing her, love, and loss. I go to a spot where she and I used to sit on a ledge high on this building, and watch the sun set. when I get there I just stood there staring, missing her, and feeling so sad that she was not here. in my dreams I have flashbacks of our first kiss, me confessing my love to her, us sitting there I out cap and gowns from graduation holding hands, her crying because I had told her that I had enlisted with the army and was shipping out in a month. then one of my friends approached me and said that I didn't miss her as much as she did, and it was my fault that she is gone because I enlisted and left her. we both started to cry. so I sad down at the ledge and stared into the sunset as I cried.

then all of a sudden it was like my dream changed gears completely. the ledge changed to a back porch of a house. I was sitting there smoking a cigarette instead of crying. I hear the doorbell ring so I get up to go answer the door. as im walking towards the door 2 other friends of mine are walking the same direction. one of them yells "alright lets get this party started" I open the door and there is about 20 people all holding party supplies. they start flooding into this house like a stampede.

At the moment I hear my 3 week old son start crying and I wake up.

I'm here because the emotions from the dream have followed me into reality and I keep thinking back to the dream and I feel the emotions to the point of my eyes welling up on me.

I don't know what to make of it. if any wants to talk with me about it. or has some questions please ask away.

nothing is too personal to me as I am an open book. I will answer just about any question.

It's that when I made the sounds inside my mind louder and listened to them as if they are happening in real-time, I get sucked into them which is a sign I am very close to the dream state. The only thing I did not do was tie an anchor to it to keep my awareness for a WILD attempt.

Swear to god I spent half the dream giving advice to people. The first was an Iranian man. I was at a Delta hotel after coming up into the lobby from underneath. The manager of the place was this guy, who was a failed actor. We walked up to a scenic cliff and talked about what it means to act and how to become great, and I talked about deliberate practice. He then tried to seduce me, but a combat helicopter flew up from below the cliff in time for me to get away. I went back to where the hotel was, and outside I found hundreds of girls, all actors as well. They all wanted my advice. I didn't know what to say as I'm not an actor, but they were all trying to get my shirt off so I just kept making stuff up. Suddenly an attack fell on the city, a kryptonite nuke detonated 300 miles away on a mountaintop and superman had to fly head first directly into the blast. There was a long cinematic cutscene where the camera would just keep following him and cutting to different viewpoints of this epic sacrifice.

Last night bed 7:40pm - 3:20am

Had a pretty cool, long and detailed dream.

DR:

I'm in some small kitchen with roommates. They come to me with their empty coffee cups accusingly asking me when am I gonna make THEM coffee. I'm surprised and tell them that proly never, since I'm drinking instant and they are drinking from the coffee machine. So why should I make THEM coffee?

Now I'm at home and 2 girls come home too. Looks like we are living together or they are the bosses or something. They tell me that they read about my "coffee dispute" on twitter or something, it's all over the social media. I'm like wut?

Turns out, they went to the same "restaurant" where my incident took place and they refused to refill their coffee because of me.

So now they decided to punish me by flogging. I see one of them making a whip from some white rope.

Lots of people there, also kids. We are taking some trip before the punishment. Getting out of a car and into some Disneyland type of boat ride. I say I'll wait for them at the dock and some others don't go on the ride either. People are casually talking about my punishment.

DR2:
I was talking to auron online.

A person in a vague educational institution I am in in my dream taught everyone about lucid drewming and is trying to get us all to have a shared dream.

Our quarters seem like a resort hotel. I discuss lucid dreaming with another person. I later meet the person who planned the shared dream and then I became lucid. I tell him that I am dreaming, and he agrees, admitting that he is a DC. He asks me if I want to go on an adventure but because at this point my dream is being punctuated by intermittent waking up and falling asleep again, I knew that it is morning, so I tell him that I can't yet because I need to wake up.

I've had numerous reoccurring dreams over the past decades. I tend to hold onto what some may consider nightmares. But I have made efforts to try and retain that information by sharing with personal friends. Many of them have heard my ramblings of the Black House and the more recent above ground cemetery of the dead. I have met and talked to a few family members who have passed and passed their messages onto other members in which the message made some sense to them. I'd like to note the martial arts guy whom I've seen there. He's goofy and a prankster. No one comes to visit him though. He seems to appreciate me noticing him.
Other projects that I need to write about include a breathing church and a couple other hellions that are products of torment. Not to spill all the beans at once, I want to explore these places further and more importantly record what I find.
Lastly, I'll make note of the Fields. I'm sure that it's not the actual name of the place but more so a name to reference that vision in my life. While the fields doesn't seem to be a reoccurring dream/nightmare (thank God), but it is an experience that I had when I was extremely sick and delusional. My belief is that I had died for a short period of time. So, the fields is that special place in Hell for some.
Again, this is me putting the mind to paper. Not expanding on this now but pushing out important topic that need covered.

Tossed & turned all night. Couldn't hold on to anything. I was just being stressed out by life but I'm logging it anyway!

I was able to enter a hotel like place or maybe a mansion or big house, who knows? It was somewhat vacant and I was free to roam around the entire place, I also was with some male, not sure who, and we walked around the place.

Then somewhere in a small town like Union, MO or Imperial, MO just some desolate town, I was in the process of moving in this small town with my mother and boyfriend Brandon (at the time). Brandon was trying to kill himself by taking 30 pills, he must have went to the hospital, and then I called him on the phone, and everything was fine. He didn't die. Then he attempted suicide again and succeeded. I was just so happy to talk to him on the phone even if we haven't talked in almost a decade. I keep forgetting it was 10 years since we've talked. I woke up thinking Brandon is Justin or Justin is Brandon. I was just so happy