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I swear I was driving half the time in this one. First time was when Chris and I hopped in a Car2go, except now they looked like Red EM Solo's. We ripped them and raced a lambo. Then I ripped another car with Simon and Amit. Then another with Simon and Chris. The ripping just never ended.

I'm a spectator in this dream. First a man comes into a restaurant and is acting weird. He must give a message to someone but he is uncertain of what to do or who to give the message to. The chef comes out and gives him something. He goes to his next stop & is in line w/ others like himself who are basically being blackmailed into doing things or risk dying. It seems to be on a grand scale. There are now big places being held by ppl doing unspeakable things. It was very gory and gross. Then it turns into a mass brain washing event & ppl are't realizing that they are indebted to some unknown evil. Cops are even killing ppl. People are wearing pig heads, like from real pigs. Gross. The people are going mad in the head. Some are eating large amounts of feces. I want to puke. It's like if you spread out some intestines but it was all poop. Finally a flood starts to come. It looks like the population is being cleansed. Then Meesha woke me up.

I've had stomach problems due to being sick yesterday so maybe that was the weird poop thing. I'm not sure if there is a meaning here or if it's due to fever & med dreams. I have been paying attention lately to how ppl treat each other now a days & how our earth is being ruined. I find it all so sad. On a side note I just realized I've been so busy that I haven't even looked at the TOTM so I'm going to do that next. I still don't feel well today but I'm doing better. I think I just need a lot of sleep.

“Jumping from the roofs”

I am in a large apartment complex with Sadist Simon. We are in an attic room that protrudes from the otherwise diagonal walls, the windows here are large and fully open and just under the windows there is a small area of the roof that isn’t as diagonal as the rest, in fact it is almost plane. We need to get to the ground and there is a fair amount of distance to the grass below. The weather seems cloudy, but dry and bright and we are going to town once we get down.

We exit the room and get to the plane spot. At first I look down and think I can simply jump it, but then I get anxious and nervous and think I will most certainly break my legs if I do so. We are on the third (second in Danish terms) floor and the building extends on both the right and left side, sort of forming a horseshoe of the grass below.

Simon then walks out on a very narrow black ledge on the part of the building complex extending on the right. He does a small jump and land on a wider black ledge a level down before he jumps to the grass.

I am impressed and slightly jealous of his courage. I walk out on the plane roof – very tentatively – and weigh my options. On the left hand side there is a series of roof tops that progressively make their way towards the grass out towards the road at the end. I make a short run and jump onto this roof section and find it smooth sailing from there.

The dream repeats once or maybe twice, with increasing levels of anxiety towards stepping out onto the plane section of the red tiled roof and Simon constantly in a confident manner making the small jump that I don’t dare doing. At one point he mentions “I just trust that I will land safe”.

“A weed field and cops”

I am coming out of a forest in the middle of the night. Someone is with me, it feels like an apprentice, student or disciple of some sort. It is dark, and it feels cloudy – no stars. In front of me I see a long rectangular field, that seems recently ploughed though also with sprouts of plants coming through.

In front of the field is a road, which runs next to the field and white farmhouse at the end of the field. The road continues down through the forest from where we are stepping out. I look up and see a couple of cars driving down the road taking parking next to the field, close to the farm house. What stands out is the bright blue sirens blaring from atop the vehicles.

“Ah the police is finally here” I proclaim to my assistant.
“What are you going to do?” he responds in a nervous and concerned tone of voice.
“Well I am going to go and talk to them, put the cards on the table” I say, mustering as much relaxation as I can. I am feeling slightly nervous myself, but also recognise that there is really nothing I can do aside from being honest about the situation.

So I walk up and find a couple of officers. One of them is a woman, I think the other is a man. I feel they are tense and uneasy, so I hold up my hands in a gesture of surrender putting as much as I can into displaying a body language of truce and no-harm as possible. The officers relax a little as they approach in a cooperative manner and start their spiel.

“You are under suspicion for growing skunk, and it seems obvious you are guilty.” He introduce. And it seems fair in all honesty. As he is talking the fields we are now waling in have changed to accommodate several metre tall cannabis plants.
“Ah yes officer, let me assure you that I will provide full cooperation” I start out. And then I think of a loop-hole. The officers think they have struck gold, but they are only interested in skunk. What they don’t realise is that all the plants in the field are simply cannabis/hemp plants and not illegal.
“I do have a couple of skunk plants in the greenhouse. Follow me” I say.
They follow and we get to the very end of the indoor section of the grow chamber. Right next to a white door with 8-10 square windows in it is a small square pot of cannabis. The plants are very small and I lift up the pot and hand it to the officer nearest. “Here is the skunk. Now as for the rest of the plants they are industrial hemp plants and as such not illegal, as you surely know.” I say and while the officer look at me confused and disappointed, but also defeatedly accepting my argument. I think to myself that they have no idea that I can get more than high using the industrial stuff seeing as my tolerance have been lowered considerably since my Ayahuasca exposures.

Dream ends.

“Get out of my room”

I am standing in my room. It is a rectangular space, very bright white walls from the sun shining through the panoramic window that spans the entirety of the end wall. My door is open and all of a sudden my uncle Kurt comes rushing in. I get embarrassed. The room is very untidy, there is loads of stuff on the floor and both the doors to the floor-to-ceiling closet lining the wall opposite the window are open and it is a mess in there. I step away from looking at my closet and turn to face him and as I do my father comes in close pursuit of my Uncle. I step up and start walking towards them. “Get out, OUT!” I tell them firmly as I raise my arms, stretch them out with palms raised towards my Uncle as I gently start pushing them back out of the room.

“Your room is very untidy!!” My dad starts, but I ignore it. I feel nervous and anxious, my heart is raising and my thinking seems flustered. I see this as an opportunity to stand up for myself and claim my own space, and do with it what I want.

As soon as they – in particular my uncle – are out of the room the doors slam shut violently. I am shocked and experience a surge of adrenaline travelling up my body and I open my eyes widely. I look about as the thought arise this must be because of the draught, and as I turn my head even further over left shoulder I see that the window is indeed wide open and I get the picture that this is the case for the entire house.

The dream ends.

“You are the tank”

I am with a small party of people in a typical WoW style set-up, though I think we may only be four. I think I am both of the people having the discussion that plays out in the scenario, though it is observed from an external disembodied POV.

We are standing in a somewhat dark living space. It may be a combined kitchen, lounge and living room and there is loads of different objects placed on the tables and other surfaces around us. We have just returned from a raid or a mission of some sort and we have had success, though there is a feeling of excitement running around, a result of our recent experiences having been hairy and risky.

I am discussing with a tall, lean (but muscular) and black haired guy. In writing this I think I take on the agency of the other person, though still from a disembodied perspective. I am explaining to the tall guy that he actually took on the role of protecting us. He seems a bit disappointed, or maybe surprised at this and we rummage around in the space and find a shield. I hook it on a 2D figure of the guy, who is now also the person and across his chest is written something along the lines of “Focus your attention on me, I shall protect my allies” or similar. I walk about a little more until I find a helmet and put it on the figure, finalising his initiation as the tank.

Then I walk about trying to find DPS gear, which starts out with a black leather tunic.

The dream ends.

“My men have it handled”

This dream primarily took place from a bodiless observer perspective.

In this snippet I am involved, might even be leading a band of outlaws. We are on horses and approach a transport protected by a fair amount of warriors on horses. There is of course a medieval feel to the scenario, which takes place in a fairly barren – with sporadic blotches of grass –, rocky and jagged mountain pass. It feels like early forenoon under a sunny cloudless sky.

As we approach the carriage the dream shifts immediately into the wagon. In it is a fat, balding, hedonistic and cynical noble, lying down amongst pillows blankets and mattresses in soft warm lighting. He is dressed in a soft grey robe of sorts and he seems to be gorging himself on some sort of food. He oozes content for peasants and lesser subjects. He is approached by an advisor of sorts, who explains that the carriage has come under attack, with some concern in his voice. With some arrogance, and mild irritation at the disturbance the nobleman responds “Bah! This rabble is no match for my trained men.”

There is a shift in narrative. I am now embodied in one of the guardsmen protecting the carriage. I am standing on the road in the jagged scenery observing the carriage and horses driving away up a fairly steep mountain road. I am with my comrades and the noble and we have all been stripped down to our underwear – which is white boxers all around. In the air a heavy vibe of embarrassment and defeat is palpable. For some reason we have to climb a vertical strip of cliff, it is almost as a wall, as on the top it is completely flat and plane. From where I am climbing up I experience slight difficulty in getting up to the flat plane. A thin layer of snow covers the edges of the precipice and aside from this the planes are covered in a thin layer of water where the light grey surface of the rock doesn’t take up visual space. The wall-like cliff side I have just climbed curves backwards to my left and I get a vision of a castle-like town over my left hand shoulder. The embarrassment arise as a result of knowing that we now have to go back and report the encounter to our leaders here.

End of dream.

I was in a dream that felt very unstable and decided that I would ask my dream to tell me something important that would help my life. Next thing I know I am in my guest bathroom when I felt this pain in my stomach and standing there naked in front of the mirror I see the clear jelly substance hanging down between my legs so I pull it and it felt like my insides were coming out as I kept pulling I instinctively knew this was my message. I wanted to see what it was, was this an embryo? Not possible lol...so by now it felt I pulled out 5 feet of jelly and then it got painful and out came a clear bag with a black blob the size of my fist, I analyzed the hell out of it, no embryo as it wasn't solid at all I squished it lol, but it was ugly and on the end of the sack was an eagle foot that was attached and was moving as to let me know it removed something horrible from me. I wanted to keep this to analyze it further but I had a strong message telling me to flush it. I knew to flush this meant I had to flush the foot with it which bothered me, however I followed the order and tried to flush it but it was so large it wouldn't go down so I had to get a bucket of water to flush it and immediately I had a feeling something important just happened.

I thought it was an alien claw but after googling feet with claws I saw the eagle foot...that was clearly it. Made sense being I have seen an eagle every weekend for the past three weeks. I have some kind of connection with him. Very inspiring.

I was with my dad, we got to a gas station qhere there is a bookstore that I want to go to, owned by my friend's dad. My dad waited at a nearby coffee shop. Unfortunately, the bookstore was closed, so I skipped to the future. I entered the now-open bookstore, and I realized thatnI just used a power, and became lucid. I touched everything in the bookstore and licked my hands and did other things to stabilize, also shouting 'Lucidity increase!' and 'Clarity increase!' but I 'woke up'.

I had a false awakening within the bookstore, on some chair. My dad was next to me, having fallen asleep while using his iPad. He woke up and started talking about somethint while I felt a bit disappointed and did my usual reality check, making me notice that one of my finger is missing! I become lucid again, and this time I stabilized better. My dad asked me what I was going to do now, and I said I will be meeting someone (the voice in the mirror), but in my dream I didn't remember that I need to find a mirror, I just wandered aimlessly out the back of the bookstore, through a place that looked like my university. My dream started to lose cohesion again and I tried to stabilize but I woke up.

Anthony (my boyfriend, and he's very sweet irl, he's just been terrible to me in recent dreams I've had) was going on and on about something physical regarding me, i dont remember if it was my weight or whatever, but something like that. so, i asked him what he wanted me to do about it that i wasnt already doing, and he gave me the business card of this dude. I went to the address on the card, which I no longer remember, the building was on a dark, kinda vegas-y looking street, but just old buildings with neon lights on em, y'know? this guy opened the door, and he was tall, he was in the ideal male build kinda, he had very european facial features, but his skin tone was that of someone from south or middle america. bright green eyes, chiseled jawline, 5 o'clock shadow, full but not overly big lips that were stitched shut. He was wearing a gray tophat, vest, and dress pants, a white dress shirt underneath, and some very nice looking black dress shoes. he tied me to a surgical table, and look, behind the table, there was like a mechanical arm from the ceiling, and on it was like, you know those exercise wheel things? the ones that have the little handles on them and you roll them back and forth for your abs? well, replace the wheel with a massive saw and that is what this very attractive guy used to slice me to pieces while anthony sat in the corner laughing, almost cackling really.

I just got up briefly. I've been pretty sick today. I haven't even talked to my husband except on the phone. He's already in bed asleep. I had just got back to sleep a little while before he got here. So weird.

Anyway, back to my dream. NON-LUCID: I was w/ this guy & the first place we were was on a boat. He was trying to track down a murderer & he needed my help. We were finding clues & the murderer was posting online which is where some were coming from at first. Then we were in a house & the guy was starting to catch on to us so we had to come up w/ a new plan. Suddenly it was just like a movie because things went really fast. The bad guy was killing ppl & we were trying to get to him but he was making it look like we had something to do w/ it. We were constantly trying to stay out of jail & track him down too. There was lots of blood. That's the best I can remember.

Non-Lucid Dream, Monday, December 5, 2016:
Truly Public Restroom, Elderly Driver from Hell, Near-Lucid False Awakening

I started off walking into a unisex bathroom, at the moment occupied by a man and two women. The walls on the stalls had big sections cut out of them, some attached on hinges like crude shutters. I used the toilet like normal, despite the exposure. Nobody seemed to care. Leaving there, (minor blackout/time skip?) I ended up in the back seat of a car with some of my grandparents in it. It was being driven by another elderly man I don't know. As soon as we left the parking lot and entered onto the highway, I knew this wouldn't go well. I wasn't wrong. Constant missed turns and last minute over corrections, and I can't leave out the massive, multi-lane sized semi-trucks barreling towards us periodically. This whole time, the old man at the wheel is in a constant state of nearly falling asleep. At the final missed turn, we actually did a burn out u-turn on the highway. We ended up running downhill at ever increasing speed towards this long steel bridge, like a railroad bridge (? dream thought) where there was a gap between the beams your tires rode along. About half way across the bridge, I see a football helmet sitting on the left-hand beam. I point it out, but the driver waves me off saying it won't be a big deal. We hit it. Immediately the car lurches sideways and skids along the remaining length of the bridge at a precarious angle. Then I woke up.

But WAIT! In the darkness, I decide to try and induce a lucid. Various made up tunes play in my mind, and gradually I notice my body is in a strange position, resting on my knees and forehead. I begin to move, and open my eyes. I am sitting on the top bunk in a room not unlike my childhood bedroom. I get distracted by the fact that my pants need changing from an unremembered wet dream, keeping me from turning this into a lucid, though the idea seems to linger at the back of my mind. I climb down and look for a change of clothes. In the corner of the room, I notice a kid sitting there. I ignore him and proceed to change my pants without really caring that I'm not alone. I think another, younger kid shows up about now? They remind me of my uncle's sons (cousins, I guess, new marriage), who I'd stayed with for Thanksgiving.

Then I woke up for real and changed my real pants. The time then was about 5 AM.

This summer i had success with induction by looking at buildings in my dream environment and getting curious as to what city it was. At first i thought it resembled New York City (where i once worked) because of the sheer density of structures. But i could not recognize any actual NYC landmarks. Then i tried to see if it was Vancouver (where i was living at the time). Still no luck. Suddenly i recognized a building in my home town, Dallas, Texas (the setting for most of my dreams—simply because i lived there for so long, i suppose). It hadn't been there at first; it just popped into view. "Oh but i don't live in Dallas anymore...so this must be a dream!" I'm hoping to learn to use Dallas landmarks as dream signs. That should be efficient because, as i said, most of my dreams take place there.