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Recall Begins:

In the online MMORPG Ragnarok Online, I am leveling a Magic build Doram Summoner in what appears to be low-TI (level 71-100). I'm not level 100 yet, as I don't have any charms to reduce my cast times for CNM, and so I am having trouble solo leveling without a Morpheus Set or Doram Set. I travel some distance away to escape the mobs and find a location with a small building and seating. The camera angle shifts down, and now I am no longer a Doram, but me. Managers R and A are there, but largely ignore me after a hurried greeting. Two of my buddies from high school, D & J are distinctly present, and I feel that there were others present from my school as well. I spoke with them for some time before the recall ends.

Dream Fragments

There were two dream fragments that were definitely together as one dream at one point, but I simply cannot recall enough details. One was on a serene mountainscape, with high rising cliff faces enclosing me in, except on the back face from which I hiked up. In fact, the entire dream itself for awhile may have just been a nature hike.

The second portion's recall begins with me getting into a fight with a Korean boy about ~17 years in age. I hop into a truck and try to drive him down. I chase him all the way from the calm mountain side into a populated city core, before plowing into an empty department store, picking him up by the throat (while driving) and then losing recall.

Recall Ends.

I was living in this glamour palace like condo's. But each one looked way bigger inside than outside. I had multiple pools & walkways. It was like a utopian society if I was to liken it to something. Beautiful landscaping. I was showing my family around & I had babies. Then I realize I have another house because someone asks me what I'm going to do about my dogs in the other house. It's another glamorous place but it's a house. I then realize I'm dreaming because I don't have any dogs anymore. And like right on cue Meesha cat wakes me up, lol. I tried to go back into the dream but I couldn't keep it stable enough so after a few minutes I just gave up & got up. It was getting rather dark & sad. I've had enough of dark & sad lately in my real life so I sure as hell don't need it in my dreams.

I've been watching shows like "Beachfront Properties" & other shows like this so it's no wonder I'd dream of this.

Task = green

I translated this with google-translate, so sorry for any weired grammar and stuff

I lie on the ground on an earth-filled elevation, watching take the dream shape before my eyes. As I carefully try to move my arm the images fades in front of me and turnes black and white. Then I stop moving again and try to imagine the scene before my eyes more clearly, which I then succeed and the an industrial area at night emergences. Then I try again to move my arm and my goal is to interact with the dream, which now also succeeds and I feel the earth between my fingers. Slowly I get up and walk a few steps to my right, but I realize that the dream is still very blurry, as if I do not wear glasses, and my balance is completely lacking which leaves me trudging. Then I remember my dream goal and try to sink on my left knee, support myself with the right arm at the knee and lay the left hand flat on the ground. Since my balance is very bad in this situation, I fall back slightly and must support myself with both hands on the ground. Then I ask for a long, good, lucid dream. When I rise again, the dream is clear and my balance restored. Satisfied, I realize that I have reached my first goal, anchoring myself in the dream. Now I think about that I have to start my way to work in 15 minutes and now probably still have a few minutes for this dream, that everything bevore was only a FA I'm not aware of. Without losing time I will try to tackle my second dream goal, which is why I quickly look for DCs. Just in front of me is a street that is lit only by the lanterns and a small group of people walks there, so I start walking towards that. To my right is the front of a building, probably an industrial hall, and to my left is a wire fence with an empty field behind it.
As I leave the industrial hall behind me, a young man comes up to me, he is wearing boxing gloves, and I immediately point my finger at him to call abracadabra, which, in a mixture of hustle and bustle, comes quite stuttered. The man does not even look at me, but just laughs and walks past. Since I am not quite satisfied with this result, I go to the group I have seen before on the street, since I now know that I have basically already fulfilled the goal I can slow down a little. The street is full of cars. When a man moves past a white van, I point ath him again with my finger and shout out Abracadabra, then a second time this time in English and it seems now to have an effect. The man begins to vomit, and when I call a second time in English, he vomits a second time. There are some splashes on my face. A little annoyed about it, I turn around and now turn to the rest of the dream.
It seems like some kind of war or at least a great battle takes place with many fights going on. The world here sinks into chaos and it has a bit of a end of the world feeling. So I go a way between the buildings and I have made the decision that I will try to summon a DC. Since I have only a few ideas how to do this, I just try to call for her and continue walking through the dream. Finally, I pass a further industrial hall, which is on my left, and I see how parts of human beings are falling out of it, separated with a chainsaw. Then some people dressed in black, like a special unit pass behind a fence with only smal openings, and I think I do not want to go there. I then turn around again and decide that I want to fly anywhere and do so with a jump in the air. I look around. Now I see many elevated platforms on which the warriors fight and one I have spied, which attacks a young woman. Since I have nothing else to do, I try to save the woman, but as I try to land it is so difficult for me to control the flight that I arrive late and the woman dies before. I just throw the man down from the platform and finally get involved in a fight with several others. I'm trying to do the trick with the abracadabra again to give me a little more time, but it does not work again. As a further dream control I try to raise an opponent with one hand on the neck, which I succeed after a few starting difficulties and I throw him hard from the platform to the ground. I'm flying from platform to platform and finally I want to get some enemies out of the distance, so I aim with my finger at them and make a movement like shooting a gun. This has no effect at all, so I'm looking for a revolver and when I have found one I pull a second one from the finger of a dead enemy. Then I open the fire on an enemy and need four shots until I finally hit him, although he is not far from me at all. Finally, I go over an empty field and the whole thing is a bit annoying, so I decide that I want to completely change the dream. After I loudly shout change of scenery and then snap my fingers nothing is happening. I remember once again how I heard a lecture on teleporting and look for a wall I can run against. When I turn around I see a wall with lots of shelves on it about 20m ahead of me, to which I then accelerate as fast as possible. When I'm close enough, I jump head first into one of the shelves, whereupon I crack hard against the wall behind it. Instead of feeling pain, I look around and behind me is now a basketball field on which a game takes place. After I turn around again, a boy comes through a corridor with a basketball in his Hand. Again I call out loudly to the DC I want to summon and look around until I find a large wing door that seems to lead into a kitchen. In my mind, I think the DC is in the kitchen for sure, trying to convince myself and I enter it. A couple of times, I call her name and the people here in the kitchen are pushing around a girl to block the view. As I walked around the workspace, I have a clear view of the girl, but it is not her. However, she looks similar to her in some aspects, she is also dark-haired and does not look bad. So I step up to the work surface and stand next to her on a step, which makes me just a bit taller than she is. Then I turn to the exit again and call the name of the DC again, whereupon the girl goes up through a long hose-like staircase. In order to cut off her path, I go outside and I want to fly up with a jump into the air. A man, I guess, the trainer holds me by the hand, as if he does not want me to apply dream control, and then he offers me his hand to throw me up. Since I do not mind, I accept the offer and when I want to hold my hand on the railing above I wake up.

So I had a really strange dream I married myself but I was a boy. I had a white dress and everything but the guy I was marrying was me but as a boy. And that dream was so strange I really want to know what my mind is trying to tell me. I mean I am a girl and I feel good in my own body as a girl so it can't be something like that I feel in the wrong body. Or maybe it is just me wanting to be loved. In the dream that I had I really loved the guy me and that is kinda strange cause I often judge myself and I never felt like I am normal or better then everyone else. And with not normal I mean the feeling that there is something different about me that isn't about everyone else. And I never knew what is different about me that's why I never tried to change cause I didn't knew what was so different and just accepted it. But I still judge every flaw that I have. And something important that I almost forgot about the dream was that is also kind of funny there was another me guy who after I got married he said congrats hugged me and was jealous and looked at my groom with a death stare.
Then my mother complained why I didn't want to invite her best friend to my wedding and I think the only normal thing in that dream was how my mom was talking and explaining stuff just how she would do in real life the same reactions. But what didn't make sense was that she said we should have had the wedding on an island that was near us cause it is near from the country where a friend of mine is. The weird thing is the country where my friend lives and my country are next to each other but there is no island between or water. Could this dream mean something about me craving for love cause I never had a boyfriend but I did fall in love often like crushes but I never had like a relationship and mutual love or some nice guy that would have a crush on me I was always the girl in the friendzone. And I always thought well it s better that way I can focus on school and stuff but I also really want to experience mutual love. Or maybe this dream is like if someone knows the old Cartoon Teen Titans there was a episode with Raven's mind where there where different Raven's with different personalities but all this different personalities are Raven and together those personalities make her who she is. And yea I am 16 still loving the old Cartoon Network cartoons maybe because of my age people pressure me into being in a relationship or making me feel different cause I never been in a relationship teenagers react like what is wrong with you. But even doe I want to experience love I don't want to rush things the one I love should wait for me and have a romantic just holding hands and kiss relationship and romantic dates like eating ice cream together at a ice cream parlor. And I am sorry that I wrote so much and my own explanations are way too long but maybe if you know me a little bit better through this you also can explain better why I would have such a dream and what it means. Thank you for reading and helping me out may Karma help you back <3

This is a guide for myself,

I don't have a name for it, but I did the technique where I do a WBTB, meditate, and go to sleep while watching my thoughts. I simply attempt to quiet my mind and meditate. Of course every time you try to do so, thoughts appear in the mind. Instead of fighting the thoughts, you focus in on them and watch them quietly. Let them unfold and do their thing. The goal is if you are tuned in enough, you will see FAINT IMAGES in your minds eye. The "mind's eye" is the same faculty used to conceive objects without them being in front of you. No need to conjure them, judge them, or control them. Just stay detached and watch these images unfold in your mind's eye. The caveat here is that you CAN NOT get sucked into the thoughts. The goal here is to watch the thoughts similar to how one would quietly watch a movie. Yes, the movie is immersive, but at no point in time does the viewer get sucked into the screen and lose awareness. The viewer is somewhat still aware of his or her surroundings in the theater.

The cool thing about this technique is that your mind and body will do the WILD for you; you just have to get out of your own way. Your body already is tired and knows how to fall asleep, let it. I don't even have to lie completely still. The process is natural and relaxed. The hard part really is having enough discipline to watch my thoughts without getting distracted or impatient. It's just a matter of time, really.

End Guide.

Anyway, the FIRST lucid dream had me stuck inside of this dark room. And I mean stuck. I could not move. Was it the sleep paralysis crossing over into the dream world? There was a closed door ahead of me. I used every technique I knew to get out of the room but every time I tried to move there was AN IMMENSE pressure on my head. Like my neck was straining as if someone pressing down hard on it. There were small points in time where I could move freely but in the end....two powerful arms grabbed me and threw me. To be honest, I probably conjured that because I deemed the lucid dream a failed attempt and wanted to start over again.

So I'm awake. I repeat the WILD induction and THIS TIME, it feels more like an OBE. I can feel like a second body loosening from my bed as I gently get up. When I can feel myself standing in the dream world I know I am lucid. This is how it always starts, tactile sensations of me standing up then the visuals once I feel my way out my bed room. I make it outside my house and do a twirl into the night because I know that I should have TWO HOURS OF UNINTERRUPTED LUCID DREAMING RIGHT???

Wrong.

I spend the first minute or so walking around looking for Naomi, my designated dream guide. For some reason she is nowhere to be found in the usual spot I expect her to be. So I figure/expect she must be at the park 2 minutes away from where I am standing. I start walking in that direction...that's all I remember.

So two lucid dreams. But short.

I was the master of the war games. From my ability to fly, I was able to stay in a safe zone, far out of the reach of the weaponry. Although my team discovered new and improved weapons with each level, I only held on to my stylish pistol, that only held 7 shots in the mag. Just enough.

I was in a house with three floors. Agent from Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D was looking after some captured monsters. First I was just an observer in this world. I was invisible to others, but had a physical form. I was wearing headphones and believed I was seeing an episode of the tv show I mentioned earlier. Through my headphones I heard Cryaotic. He made me pay attention to the shadows of the characters in this house. I saw a knife appear in the shadow of the agent. Cry said it was a sign of death. Seeing that knife meant the agent was going to die and there was nothing that could stop it. I threw my headphones off, I didn't want spoilers, but I kept hearing Cry even without wearing them. No one in the house saw or heard the headphones, I was like a ghost.

I saw the monsters upstairs. They somehow got free from their shackles. One of them was a fit looking blonde haired woman with a long row of sharp teeth. They started sneaking down the stairs. I got flashes of shadows. Knives slowly appeared from everyone's shadow. I felt intense fear. Whatever was creeping behind these shadows was something powerful. The monsters found knives and the agent sleeping downstairs. I woke up before they killed him.

Night of April 10, 2017. Monday.



I am someone else and connected to the sales or delivery of a centrifuge. Knowing its overall appearance, it is not that hard to associate it with a poker chip carousel. There is ambiguity over time, in fact, upon deciding what it really is or what is really going on. The first scene is of men in white lab coats using the centrifuge. Still, cowboys from another time gather, apparently in a tavern. For a moment, a cowboy seems to be wearing a lab coat over his trail-worn clothes.

It is a questionable situation. There are about five cowboys sitting at a round wooden table playing poker in an old west environment - yet these same men are also somehow simultaneously standing outside in the street, but it can not be discerned if they are planning mischief (either inside or outside) or simply involved in social events with other residents. Only mild anticipation ensues. It seems to be morning. Birds are singing outside beyond the batwing doors.

Morning of April 10, 2017. Monday.



I am aware that I will be doing some sort of test or writing assignment (as apparently I am still in school) and I go into a store to buy a pencil. The cashier is Patrick S, my foreman (from Northern Engraving) who shot himself years ago.

There are three rectangular display wells on one side (in a connected sequence), with at least the middle one having several pencils in various conditions. I pick out a new yellow pencil that is not sharpened and which is featureless at both ends (that is, with no eraser on either end). I am thinking that there may not be a way to sharpen it (after being back in the classroom) in order to do my work. The cashier tells me that it is ten cents. As I pay him, I see that the pencil is now sharpened but is barely long enough to hold onto but also has an eraser. It seems odd but I do not put it back. The lead (graphite) is somewhat blunt and partly covered by the wood as well. Still, I do not complain (as I may be able to write with it as is) and take it with me back to the unfamiliar school. (I have a brief thought that the cashier might say something about the condition of the pencil but he does not.)

Back in the classroom, I see that there are already suitable sharpened pencils for the students, one near each empty seat, so I take one to use as I sit down. The teacher sits at my table, directly across from me. Oddly, he is also Patrick S (though implied to be a different person than the cashier). I do not consciously notice this impossibility. We each have some sort of workbook. The teacher (not having the answer at hand) is also to do the work at the same time as the students. He tells us that the work is on page 164. Even though we all go to page 164 in our own copy of the book, I notice that the number is 154 when looking later. (Still, I stay on that page.)

The task involves finishing a logic puzzle with a fishing theme. The entire page is filled with clues in the form of sentences, yet none of them relate directly to the solution other than one of the last clues (second or third from the bottom), which mentions catfish, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, and a weight value (of the catfish). The entire table (with at least six events, perhaps eight) is apparently to have (at least) the person’s name, the kind of fish they caught, its weight, and the location it was caught. I look it over and find it rather strange. There are no names of people or places that I can discern in the clues so how would one be able to complete the table?

The teacher cheerfully mentions to me that there is more on other pages. I notice a couple blank tables on the next page but I do not know if it relates to the task at hand. Perhaps he means that I can do a different puzzle on one of the other pages, but I do not say anything and mostly regard the fishing-themed one.

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What am I "fishing for" here? My transient temporary dream self (a different incarnation in each dream, often which has no association with current conscious self identity), also known as the "personified subconscious", does not really exist, thus I am in the puzzled state (which does not occur in all dreams), seeking the return to my conscious self identity (otherwise known as waking up from sleep, literally). The part where the pencil changes has the essence of non-lucid dream control.

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+ I'm in a (house?), leaning over a table looking at the flickering CRT monitor of the owner's home computer. I have a very clear view of the screen, it is displaying lines of bright, multi-colored text. The patterns of the light lead me to believe and ask if the monitor technology is vector (as opposed to raster, normal). The guy goes on to talk about the system, it's a Google computer, very powerful and meant or different purposes

+(f) EZ? from work has sent out another email with a lot of details in it. I wonder how he sends out so many emails like that. I think he must have an automated system that does it for him, otherwise it would take too long.

+(f) talking to a guy about land. He (and his family) has bought hectares of it. I imagine a large empty field of dirt.

+ I'm passing through a guard station [minor DS]. There are two stages. At the first state I give my name in a foreign language (including spelling it?), having done that I move to the second guard post who asks for my pass from the first post. I don't have it, I point back at the first post and say I was just there. While I'm waiting the guard receives a pass and calls out the name, I go to collect it thinking it might be mine but there's a guy who comes in from the left, it's his, he was already waiting for it.

I have had pretty inconsistent recall lately but a ton of spontaneous lucids and semi-lucids. I only consider lucids that I write or type toward my lucid count so I feel like I am letting myself down by not dream journaling a lot. I'm not really in a dry spell but I need to focus on dream control goals as that is how I make the most progress. I will be preping for the upcoming Spring lucid competition and next month I think I will foucos on TOTMs for a while.

I may transition entirely to using the DV dream journal system but I am pretty determined to completely fill my paper journal. We will see how it goes.

This dream was a spontaneous lucid I had a couple days ago but it had witches in it so I feel it is worth adding to my DV journal.

04.06.2017
09:00 AM

Random Witch Cats (Semi-Lucid)

I am at some sort of lunch party with my girlfriend. We are on a large balcony filled with lots of people mingling and drinking mimosas but I don't really remember where I am or why I am here. A couple girls start talking to us although now I have no idea what we talked about. After we finish our conversation I turn to follow my girlfirend but then I notice the two girls transform into cats and disappear into the see of legs. Based on my previous dreams these are clearly witches and I do become lucid for a moment but I don't make the connection until long after loosing lucidity and waking up. My girlfriend and I enter the building. She needs to go to the bathroom so I wait outside the door. A black cat and an orange cat walk by but I think nothing of it. After my girlfriend gets out of the bathroom we rejoin the party in another room and the two girls are there again I become lucid again for a moment but I don't have any goals in mind so what should I do? "These girls are pretty hot I guess I should just make out with them", I think, as I loose lucidity again. Yada yada yada, everyone makes out with everyone else until I wake up. lol

2017, 04-07

Enter Lothlorien

I am in a place I don’t recognize. I look around, trying to figure out where I am. I see I am very close to the foot of some tall mountains, I am in a rocky area at the foothills of the mountains. Not sure where to go, I follow the sound of a flowing river or stream. I go a little way before I find the source of the sound. The river is little more than a creek here, bubbling out of the rocks and flowing and cascading away down the foothills. I start following the stream to see where it leads. I make note of how nice a day it is for taking a walk outside. I kick myself for not bringing my phone alone, I could be getting distance on my Pokemon Go app even if there aren’t any pokemon in such a remote area.

I have not gone far before there is a flash of white light in front of me. I stop and do a double take because there are now two men standing where there was no one just seconds before. I recognize both of them right away. One of them is MoSh, and the other one is Q from Star Trek. I am surprised to see either of them here, since MoSh lives in a different country than I do and Q doesn’t exist in our world at all. When I think about that I realize this area doesn’t look like any place around my home, which is in the middle of a desert. Q smiles and even chuckles a bit. He says it’s amazing how slow the mind tends to conclude that it is dreaming. He tells me to do a reality check. I hesitate, my mind really is working rather slowly though I’m not sure why that might be. Finally I pinch my nose to do a reality check and I find I can breathe just fine even with my nose pinched. So I become lucid and then I announce to Q that I am dreaming. Q says he knows that, he’s the one who told me to do a reality check. He says the rest of the fellowship should arrive momentarily, and he was going to disappear. He then tells both MoSh and me to make sure and remember that we’re dreaming. MoSh gets down on the ground and is looking at his hand strangely. I ask what he’s doing and he says time dilation. I’m really not sure what he is talking about. I am thinking about asking Q about time dilation but when I look back I see Q has vanished.

I look over at MoSh and see he is still focused on his hand. I wait for a bit and soon a group of people come along. I recognize them from the Lord of the Rings books / movies. Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo. It appears Aragorn is leading them. He does a double take when he sees me and says he thought I’d disappeared again. He says we have to hurry on our way because there will be orcs swarming from that mountain after us once it gets dark. He asks who my friend is, pointing at MoSh. I give him a name that must satisfy him, but I can’t remember what name I gave. Aragorn hurries past and tells us we had better keep up. MoSh gets up and watches Aragorn and the others pass by. I notice Frodo is hanging back a bit. I ask if he is ok. He looks like he is in pain. He says he is ok, just got the wind knocked out of him by an orc spear back there. I tell him I can help, and I focus some healing energy through him. He seems to feel better and continues at a quicker pace.

We have continued quite a while when we come to a river. Legolas is saying the river is the Nimrodel and can wash away weariness when one bathes their feet in the water. He says we will have to wade across it because there are no bridges, but it is shallow. So everyone wades across the river. It is starting to get dark out, even now dusk is settling into night. Legolas is singing a song about the Nimrodel now, but I don’t pay much attention to the words, the melody is nice. Legolas says we’d best sleep in the trees and jumps for a branch. Someone is in the tree, however, and gives him a command in a different language. I somehow understand the language, the tree dweller commanded Legolas to drop back to the ground and wait there… Legolas tells everyone else to stay still and not move. I wait for a bit and finally some elves drop from the trees. They do not seem hostile, however, just cautious.

Even as Legolas and the other elves are discussing whether or not our group can pass into Lothlorien there is a lot of noise around us and we are under attack. Aragorn expresses surprise that the orcs could have caught up so quickly, and draws his sword to fight. Legolas fires arrows and drops a few orcs before they even reach us. It suddenly occurs to me that I was going to make sure MoSh has a Witchblade. I don’t see one on his wrist so I reach into an inner pocket of my Assassin’s robes and I find a Witchblade there. I take it out and toss it to MoSh after getting his attention. He catches it and puts it on. It forms into armor and a sword as the attacking orcs get closer. The orcs are now close enough to engage in melee combat. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and then I engage the orcs in battle. My Alex Mercer blade carves through attacking orcs as fast as they can come on and attack. I’m being attacked from all directions so I use a spin attack like Link from Legend of Zelda, slicing several orcs open across the middle. I look around just in time to see MoSh remove the head of an attacking orc. Before long all of the attacking orcs have been destroyed.

After the battle is over I see some of the elves set about disposing of the orc bodies. One of the elves is over talking to Legolas, from what I can tell they are discussing whether we will be allowed to enter into Lothlorien. They finally decide that we can enter, but will have to be blindfolded. I look over and I see MoSh looking up at the trees and wandering around a bit. He says this place is beautiful and then takes off flying, much to the amazement of the fellowship and the elves. One of the elves asks me where MoSh is going. I tell the elf not to worry about where MoSh is going, he won’t cause any harm. The elf says that’s not for me to decide. I tell him that if fighting by their side to defeat the orcs isn’t proof of friendship, what is? He looks like he will say something else but then he doesn’t. I realize I still have my blade arm active and I shift it back to my normal arm. The elf says we’d best get into the trees to rest for the night, they have platforms prepared for just such use. The people in the fellowship start climbing up rope ladders that are hanging down from the trees. The elf asks if MoSh will be returning. I tell him I don’t know for sure, but I rather doubt it. And I don’t think I’ll be around for much longer, either. He asks where I would go when there are surely more orcs out there on the hunt. I tell him I can only be there in a dream, so I might be waking up at any time. He says no, that while Lothlorien may look like a place only to be found in dreams, it is most definitely real. Before I can clarify what I mean, however, everything fades to black and I wake up.

2017, 04-07

Going Tiny

I am in my house, but it is not the current one, it is a house I lived in many years ago. The house was located on a large plot of land in northern Utah, covered with many oak trees surrounding the house. I am out to the side of the house where there is a trail leading off into the trees. I look around and I see my mother and my brother (who has been dead for 8 years) are both there. They are packing things into large hiking backpacks and talking about what things we are taking with us and what things we are leaving behind. As I listen to them, I gather that we are moving into a tiny house and we can only take with us what we can fit in our hiking backpacks. I think this is really strange as John hasn’t been living with us for quite a while. My mom and John are now discussing where John is supposed to put all of his shoes, though I don’t remember him having an inordinate number of shoes. We manage to put on our backpacks, and I notice mine is quite heavy. I then remember that my gaming laptop is in there, and that is a heavy item, but there’s no way I’d leave it behind. We start heading off down a sandy path that supposedly leads to our new tiny house, but I never get to see it because I wake up.

TV

Just a dream of me and Asuka watching Bjork music videos. One in particular I remember was "birthday" by the sugarcubes. When Bjork get's to the chorus which is a series of melodic screams like a 5 year old would, she would get out of breath and couldn't sing it right.

This one was few days ago:

DR:
I am standing in an opening in a stone wall. Looks medieval. I'm carefully looking out, shielding myself with my large, round battle axe. There is a horde of people dressed in bear skins and similar attire, rounding a corner with their weapons raised above their heads. As they come near, a woman aims at the opening and starts shooting arrows with a bow.

Last night:
DR1:
I'm in my childhood house with my brother. We start to notice that items are rearranging themselves. New items appear that we have never seen before. I want my brother to hand me my phone so we can call our parents, but my phone was rearranged.

I notice our front door is not fully closed. I look outside and I hear someone coming up the stairs. I get scared, but then I see it's my dad.

DR2:
I'm visiting someone in their apartment. Talking to this girl, it turns out she is a lucid dreamer. We talk about how to pronounce DILD, WILD and DEILD. What's her method and something about "if we were dreaming now"...

DR3:
I'm in a same or similar apartment as dream before. Someone is at the door. They open to see and it's about 8 pot head hippies. They want to close the door, not let them in, but somehow they push their way in. So they let the hippies use the fax or whatever they wanted. I'm thinking, wow, if they wanted to hurt me, there is nobody to stop them.

Another knock on the door. Its the satan. They don't want to let him in either, haha, but they can't say no. I think nopenopenope and I walk out the door. But there is his wife. I knew her name in a dream. She offers to walk me out, and again i"m nopenope. Then I realize if she wanted to, she can just appear anywhere while I'm going down the stairs couple of floors.

Then I woke up and was time for work. Thank god.