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I was at a school event of sorts. Frustrated because my husband could not make it and it seemed like there was not enough time to do all I was supposed to do there for both of my boys. I was supposed to fill out some paperwork including a computer password, but the ink in my pen was smudging horribly and I feared nothing would be legible. Then toward the end of this dream, still at this event, my purse and my car went missing.

At my grandma's. There’s a party. I just woke up upstairs and walk downstairs to the bathroom. I’m in boxers and a shirt that says something about beer and hamburgers. I have sunglasses on my head and my hair looks nice for just waking up. D has some responsibilities he’s tending to and JM calls me a dyke with a dick. I’m pissed and a feud ensues. I tell D all about it at the restaurant he owns. I see memes about the Krusty Krab menu looking like Monopoly games: “the look you give when you lose a game of monopoly and have to clean it up”. We’re interrupted when the party comes into his restaurant. I leave and go into a bedroom to go to sleep. My sister is there and we have to share a bed. JM comes in and I tell her I can’t be around that many people without being drunk. She gets in bed next to my sister and they start masturbating each other. I tell them, “I know what you’re doing. Stop. Don’t do that when I’m here.” My sister plays dumb but JM doesn’t. I ask her about all the party people she brought with her. She says they are magical beings and the only way to get rid of them is to trap them in a nitrous oxide tank. I call D since he just got certified in scuba diving. He says he’s not allowed to do that because it would take too much pto. I go to the restaurant and see a giant gorilla with a blue, prosthetic arm that is shaped just like a stick that tapers at the end. We are poking him with ski sticks but it’s just pissing him off. That’s it. We’re going to die. I don’t know what to do. I remember we have Fragarach (a magical sword) so I grab it and chop off the gorilla’s arms and head. I can’t remember if I grabbed it from a table or D’s back. The inside of the restaurant looks like my aunt's old house.
Later I am walking down the street people-watching. I see an attractive blonde couple sitting at a table outside with ice cream. I sit down at a table across the street. It’s dawn. Eventually I look to my right and there’s a girl I kinda recognize. She’s been trying to get my attention. “Didn’t you hear me?!” She exclaimed. “No. Im half deaf right now.” I reply. She asks what D’s business hours are because they’re inconsistent and not adhered to. She says they went to Thailand on what ended up being an extended vacation where they tried to start a restaurant. Now they want to talk to D about the restaurant business. I tell them that by now it’s 6 a.m. so people should be already coming for breakfast and he should be there. He’s been there all night. I go to his restaurant and they had put a sticky sign up next to his hours sign that said they will return to look for him in 5 hours. I go inside and there was a pile up of vehicles. D’s truck was in the middle. AW had a white car off to the left that didn’t get hit. I talked to AW and she told me about what happened. She grabbed a sticky pad like the one that was put by the hours sign and said it’s the shape that represents her sun sign or something. She put it on her back like a tramp stamp. I talked about how the media is going to be so confused about this accident. How unusual, a pile up..inside a building!!

I’m swimming in murky, mossy water next to a bunch of Japanese people on vacation. They think it feels good, I’m just trying not to touch the bottom because I'm grossed out. People get out of a watering hole just in time before it overflows. They think it's fun.

D and I are walking through a building. He talks about being a Monk. It’s something he’s interested in. I see jiujitsu type robes but it turns out they’re pants that come up to the waist with a square cutout at the very center. It's specifically for the monks. The monks overhear him talking about his interest and invite him to talk with them. He does and I leave the room and wait for him in the entrance of the bulding. Girls are coming in to take showers. They start whispering that I lost my husband. I look around and am not seeing him. “Oh no, I lost him again.” I asked the Monks where he went and they started acting very shady. They were Indian. They wanted money before they told me. I gave them the coin they asked for and then they were telling me multiple things, unsure of which lie to stick with. I became really upset. I told them this shouldn’t be that hard. All of them were silent except the one to my left. I looked their monastery up online. There were pics of D on their website as though he worked there. They had quotes from him and stories about Western repressed sexuality. But then someone had posted an undercover video of the Monks called, “The only thing they want to give you is LIES”. Now I was furious and felt sick. I went back to them. The talkative guy had gone into a glass box like a protected receptionist's desk. I told him, “I have a lot of money,” and showed him a handful of coins from my pocket. “I will give it all to you but you have to tell me where he is and you have to be right about it. If I find him I will come back and pay you.” He refused. He said nothing. I felt a huge sense of loss and despair. I wondered if this was a dream. This was so awful it had to be a dream. But it was so real. I thought really hard about what is real and woke up with a startle and reached in the bed to make sure my husband was actually there. Then I fell back asleep and re-entered the dream. I walked outside into the courtyard. Naturally, I figured he shape shifted into a snake. I called for him and got down on all fours so I’d be easier to see. I even hissed. Then I saw his phone and my old phone in someone’s yard. It had a lot of missed calls on it from me. I walked up to the house and there were people inside talking. A couple. They were talking about how he’s in a relationship, a religious one (marriage). I want to break in to look for D but I know that if I do, I’ll have to kill those people.

No alcohol before bed
Alarm @ 0200
Bed @ 2235

Woke @ 0015

Home life
I'm in the living room getting ready to move out some old chairs. I've turned off the stand lamps so that it's less likely a bulb will break if we knock it over.

Now I'm in the kitchen with Jeff and another guy. We're slowly tossing an egg between ourselves to practice being in zero-G in outer space. The egg floats slowly between us, bouncing off a wall when someone fails to catch it. I briefly wonder if the egg is hard boiled - a broken egg in zero-G would be messy. The jars behind Jeff rattle.

Now I'm talking to someone about using SSH keys and their ability to force specific commands to run. I wonder if there's a tool I can use to list every SSH key and command set up for a single user.

BTB @ 0025.
Woke @ 0200. No recall. Took a B multivitamin.
BTB @ 0220. Did some SSILD before getting back in bed. It took a while to get back to sleep.
Woke @ 0500. No recall.
Woke @ 0700.

Visit from Chris
I'm outside my house near the garden boxes. Chris has come over and we're both lounging next to the boxes, talking about things. Given the craziness of the last few weeks, it's been a while since we've really talked. My wife and some other woman are doing yard work along the left side of the house, nearby but out of earshot. Now we're all standing together near the corner of the house. Chris says he's moving his son's crib into the boy's room as his son's birthday present. He'll be excited to get to sleep with his brothers. To make it even better, they've also built a tunnel connecting the boys' room to November's room. Everyone else is talking about how neat it is that they'll be together, but I pipe up and ask who November is. I had a suspicion as I ask the question, but Chris' eyes twinkle as he says she'll be their newest baby. Everyone goes silent for a moment and then starts giving congratulations.

Futuristic campus
I'm walking around a large campus on a beautiful day. The campus somehow has a "futuristic" look to it with lots of sleek slightly curved white structures. I'm on the phone with Steam tech support about one of my games which won't properly sync. I'm hoping she can just give me instructions to fix the problem, but I have TeamViewer running in case she needs to take control. The woman I'm talking to ends up conferencing in another woman from another group, then says she can fix my problem if she acts as a representative of <company> instead of Steam, and it'll only cost me $16. I pause, unsure whether I've just heard her correctly. I repeat back to her that she wants me to pay her $16 and she'll fix my issue and she confirms that, yes, that's what she said. I think that's crazy and just hang up. I consider calling back to try to get another tech who'll actually help me, and I acknowledge to myself that this is partly my fault since I've let his problem go on for so long, thinking I could solve it myself. Now I'm inside somewhere. I decide that I'll go ahead and open an email ticket - much less pressure - when I get a call and a female voice asks to speak to me. I say "Yeah?" and a recording from the two techs starts to play. The main tech is apologizing for the way in which she sprung the $16 fee on me, and the other one is making the occasional side comment, as if she doesn't realize that she's being recorded too.

Now I'm walking along another outside path. I see a small group of people standing around where the sidewalk abruptly ends and I know that they're waiting for an elevator. In a couple of seconds, it touches down near them. Its doors open and they get in, and I follow them. Now I'm inside the elevator. It's a fairly large room, maybe ten by fifteen. The front and back walls are glass, and there's a hand rail going all the way around. The doors are on a long side near the corner - behind me and to my left as I look out the window. We're going down. I'm getting off at the ground floor, but I didn't push the button myself - someone else pushed it. I suddenly realize that this place has at least one floor below "ground," and I think that the button pushed was for the lowest floor, not for ground. I turn around to look at the control panel, and sure enough, we're just passing the ground floor on our way to the floor below. As everyone else files out, I push Ground. I realize there's one guy who was going to come back in but wasn't quick enough, and that he's somehow ended up hanging on to the outside of the door as the elevator lifts off and starts moving. Part of me wants to watch him to see how he does, but part of me doesn't want to see him get killed if the elevator passes to close to anything and squishes him. My squeamish side wins out and I turn away. As we're flying over the campus, we pass terribly close to some large stuff, including a huge dark-gray rock, but eventually we land. I turn to see that the guy is safe.

Fragments:
Something about a little house, sleeping, and dreaming.

Something about being inside a sleeping pod.

A short dream nap about elemental bending. I was on the side of good. I seem to be in this gym like place training and strengthening the abilities I had. I had steel/metal bending. Apparently this one is bad because of its impurity and the damage you can cause with it. It also slowly makes your body "biomechanical." It was evident on the evil character, who was In the same gym. He had white hair, a skin tight outfit on that was gray and black and parts of his body was steel plated such as his torso and the right side of his face. He was sitting down on a chair to my left watching people.

I seemed to like it, the ability, which made some people distant themselves from me as my shoulders seemed to had been metal plated. I seemed to had been doing what looked like a squat machine. The gym also looked like a store as I looked around and saw lines and cashiers, and there also clothes sections next to the machine I was on. I sat down in a chair using a metal bend trick and Flicked these steel cubes off these holders as quick as I can. I looked left and these three girls left breasts were showing as i flicked the cubes.

There was also moments when the dream scene quickly flashed action scenes of people fighting the white hair guy and him brutally beating them.

Didn't go lucid but looking forward to tonight.

A Little Unaware
I am walking around and saying "Because of this, it is obviously a dream. Remember, I am dreaming." I go to a big sign floating in mid air and say "Because of this it is obviously a dream. Remember, I am dreaming." I kept going through a bunch of things in the dream and keep telling myself that I need to start realizing these things in dreams. I didn't do much in dreams, but it might have helped me get lucid later in the night.

Magic
I am with a bunch of magic users, and they are losing their powers due to lack of use. I try to warn them, but it doesn't work, and they can't even enter their secret base anymore, because thy were super powerful before and put a lock on it that requires a lot of magic to use. They go to an orphanage that they were raised in and stay the night there. I have to sleep in the same bed with this younger boy. It is way too small, and I jump out of the bed after I see that he and I both have huge stocks of hair growing out of our skin. Especially the nipple area (think of a batch of hair growing out of the middle... so gross). I realize that I am dreaming I read the bed frames around me and see that one is labeled "Freud". I ask the kid in the dream if they are all geniuses, and he responds with a nod. I don't recognize his name. I ask him if he knows where Freud is at, because I want to ask him the meaning of this dream. I think that it will "stump him" if I can ask him the meaning of a dream that he is in. I especially think that he will be confused by the hair growing out. Then I realize that I should treat it like it is his dream! Then ask him how to interpret it by looking around. I looked around the house for him, but I don't find him. I get grabbed by the magicians and they tell me that Matt Parkman (Heroes) is in trouble and that he needs help. Using Ando's power combined with his own, he has accidentally caught himself in the past and cannot get back or move forward. Hiro takes me there, but then he disappears. Matt Parkman keeps flashing around and aging in a weird way. Sometimes he looks really old, other times it looks like he could just be the same age, other times, 5 years older. I try to interrupt it by grabbing him and it throws me across dimensions and I wake up.
I honestly am not a big fan of Freud thinking (especially about dreams), but I thought that it was hilarious that he almost made an appearance in my dreams and it would have been hilarious to ask him how to interpret something so awkward and creepy.

Best Dream
I am trying to take out "big sister" a government organization. I am with my wife at the mall and I am not showing my face, I hide behind a curtain that I carry with me. Lots of different people in the mall do this. I get really tired and put the curtain over me. I fall asleep and realize that I have been in a dream and am dreaming
I am in the middle of a forest. There is a pathway and I start walking down it. There is a small house and some robots that are protecting it. I hit it and it has a shield. The shield looks like a standard blue force field with some writing on it The writing says "Jack is now awake, so his dream body cannot be hurt." I find a couple more houses like this with robots that all have people that are gone.
I make it to a clearing and there is a swing set. I finally slow down and look around a little bit more. It is like "The Unknown" forest in Over the Garden Wall. It is fall and a lot of leaves are on the ground. I don't remember the whole conversation with my mom, but she tells me that LDing isn't good for your day to day, because it puts you into a meditative state all day instead of being able to enjoy the day.
I grab some leaves on the ground.
"It does put you in a sort of meditative state, but it is a present one, one about living in the moment and caring about it. Not one that takes you away from the things that are important." I throw the leaves in the air "LDing can be fun" I say as the leaves form into a Pixar Ball "And beautiful" I say as I catch it and it turns into a flower. I hand it to her and fly on top of the swing set. I have the swing start swinging and I jump from the top onto the swing and backflip out of it.
"I don't think I am going to convince you, especially not the real you." I say and I lay down in grass to teleport away. I start to feel the body at the mall and then another body probably my waking body I think. I try to push away, but it sucks me in and I wake up.
I am in my parents house in my old room. I am a little confused, but I see 5 people in the kitchen when I get downstairs. They are talking about operation "down with big sister". I am still confused because I thought that that was part of the dream. They are trying to explain it to me since they see that I am confused.
"We are starting a lucid dream initiative about how we need to keep everything under wraps and I think that we can use LDing to take down the government." He holds up a little electronic pad "This tells us which agents we have in dreams and which ones are awake... Wait, this doesn't make sense." He holds up the pad and points at me. "It says that Mike and you are both in dreams."
I laugh as I realize that this is a dream. I go upstairs and grab a mask. I am planning on using it to hide from big brother. I might be able to take down the whole thing in this dream. The whole house collapses. I am in an underground highway. All of the team is already down there fighting. They are using magic from the previous dreams. Stuff from Heroes and from the magic, as well as just straight dream abilities. I am able to throw cars and fire at them and wake up.

Sisters
I am sitting with my sisters. I realize that I am dreaming and I jump up. We were just talking about money, and I have been meaning to keep some dream money. I have apparently made money through the previous dreams. 1137 Credits. I cement that number in my mind. I think that this is Zodra, and I am going to keep that money for the next time I go to the dream mall. I see a serrated knife in the kitchen. I grab it and cut my left hand open. It hurts like crazy and I wake up. My hand still tingles a little for about 30 minutes. Not pain, but tingles.

I was at a hiking trip high up in these beautiful mountains filled with green fields and snow on the top.
There was two sides of the mountain and there was a bridge so that you could get to the other side.
I was walking on the bridge then all of a sudden the bridge slowly collapsed.
I quickly grabbed the bridge fence(dont know what its called) and i was suddenly on this pillar thats left from the bride.
I looked down and it seemed to be over 100m.
But then i got this strong feeling that i was dreaming, before i did something i had to make sure i was dreaming(didnt want to die from trying to fly haha) i noticed how the wind was blowing the grass to a specific direction and i didnt feel any wind at all.
I looked in front of me and saw this amazing glass clear lake with a spruce forest surrounding it.
Thats when i decided to take a leap of faith, i dived towards the ground with an incredible speed.
I felt this incredible force pressing on my torso(i think it was my mind simulating the wind) as i get closer and closer to the ground.
Right now im really close to the ground and as im about to hit the rocky ground i agressively changed direction.
I was now flying faster that superman above the crystal clear water.
The lake ended in front of my eyes and instead i saw this old town.(i was facing towards the ground)
I flew down to the town and talked to people.(at this point i was 100% lucid)
But after a while of doing all kinds of stuff from moving buildings with telekenesis to riding mysterious creatures i got too exited and woke up

This was the most lucid ive ever been.

I find it amazing that our brain can create a whole world to explore, and with some practice control this world.

On this night I went to bed earlier at 11 pm and took 100 mg of 5htp to relax. After doing a WBTB method I again slowly drifted to sleep and found myself inside a large jumbo jet. I noticed I was sitting on the left side near the wing and the weather was sunny as again i noticed white puffy clouds below me. In the dream again i understood that we were flying over 30,000 feet in the air and that why the clouds appeared like they did.

As I kept looking out of the window I noticed our plane began to abruptly go down as everything kept going pitch black and then i was back in my seat and flying normal. Then again the plane turned violently from right to the left and we began to go down. I noticed that that the clouds were getting closer and I knew that it would take sometime before the lane would hit the ground. The lane was falling consistently now but for some reason I did not feel any fear. In a few moments the whole lane was now below the clouds and I could see ripples of the ocean. Suddenly i knew that we were bracing for impact as the plane turned to the right abruptly just before hitting the garage and just stopped.

My dream then changed as I was looking for a woman in an orange uniform because i seemed lost after the plane just "stopped" One of the crew members in the airport gave me a peace of paper with various descriptions which i did not understand and told me to look for that woman. I remember going into a line of people and patiently waiting.

The following night I will not use 5htp and will use Lucidimine once again.

Im on the city transit and notice that there are no buildings around me, just a road with green grass in the middle of winter, no leaves on the trees. The bus is moving very slowly and I look around to see two girls near me. I almost get lucid cause I notice my dream sign is having at least two girls in the dream, it was interrupted by a sudden bump follow by a random sandstorm. The bus flips over by the force and I suddenly teleport outside.

I was then faced with a big house, the two girls show up in this house, one was a red head, had a white taint top, red yoga pants and black shoes, the other was a blonde had a pink tee shirt, light blue jeans and pink and white converses. I walk in and the blonde grabs my hands and wraps it around her waist she begins to kiss me. The red head disappears to the kitchen on my left, while we continue our makeout. She then stops and goes to the kitchen herself.

I walk upstairs and see a sleeping leopard, in the hallway. this is where I became Lucid and notice the long white hallways with doors all over. The leopard wakes up and walks in of the rooms. I follow it and its no longer there. I turn around to see the red head jump on top of me and chuckles. I pin her and the dream fades and destabilizes.

Will write again in a bit after attempting a lucid nap, still tired, coming from the gym.

Standard procedure for my nights: I do not record at night, I do mental recall only, reviewing the accumulated dreams briefly (sometimes for a long time) on every waking, and record only after getting up.

non-lucid, notes
semi-lucid
fully lucid

early:

+ (impressions of doing lots of things with a team of young people) a house on fire?

+ (f) in the sand, stretching out a red tape, this is a very powerful

later:

+ LD#156
In and out of lucidity, semi-lucidity.
A number of scenes, order a bit unclear
I'm lying on a couch in a room, there is another guy on the couch and a guy across the room
squishy spiders, cat eats one, I'm batting the other one away, see dense spider web (built for just the night!?)
See dog L, it's been so long, he looks very thin, need to feed him, get lucid, go outside, think "yay, #156", think of TOTMs, go back in ask DC to tell me a joke, first one like "and I fell down", said "tell me another one", he tells another one also sort of gibberish. To cement the TOTM I bite him (on the arm I think), then I'm walking to a room around a corner I want to go somewhere else, he follows? I go in a bathroom close the door and think when I come out of here I'll be in a different place. Then I think of summoning a girl by making believe we're having sex and start making motions. I then "wake up" in a dark room lit as if by a fire in a fireplace lying down in a corner and self-pleasuring, and stop thinking someone else in the room can see me.

Lying on ground in garage, girl's brought her new moped (looks like a bicycle) to show her friend who's there, I'm stuck by two cars, girl keeps shoving this bike right on top of me almost, I keep shoving it away, I eventually say "Hey I don't want that gasoline sloshing on me!". girl backs out of garage and I think hey why not kiss her, and I do, and a waking up lucid moment as I make kissing motions on nothing

Then I'm back in the original scene standing over a bed in the living room of the same house and there's a man lying there with blue eyes, crew cut and bright red hair, and we're talking. I realize I'm dreaming again and go outside and try to find my way to a different neighborhood [rest forgotten].

I'm in a bathtub. I'm writing really interesting things on the side of the bathtub with dry erase markers. But every time I raise my hand up to write something else I smudge/erase what I wrote before and this eventually starts frustrating me. I'm naked in the tub, and the tub is in a small enclosure just barely bigger than the tub (room to sit up), it's in an office and there's a window into the tub. I scoot down to the bottom of the tub and estimate that if someone looks in they won't see my (ahem), just barely. But there's a door on the end and they could open it and see me there.

riding in back seat of huge truck (driven by JaEi [VP company "R"]), pat JE on shoulder saying "you're doing a great job driving this thing!" then he drives off some edge and we're in free fall for what seems like 4 seconds, I'm anticipating an unpleasant impact, we hit but we're not destroyed or hurt, I look behind us and see the cliff we just rode down. I'm feeling around my lap for my waist bag and can't find it. I keep searching front and back, and eventually feel it and am relieved.

In room with young man, I'm trying to write on the side of a pen like I was writing on the side of the bathtub earlier, I was telling him about my dream of driving in the cliff-jumping huge truck, and he said, "I was there too, " and I said "You mean that was *real*?" But then I thought back to it and didn't remember there being any girls in the truck and said so. I think he was in a different truck that didn't go off the cliff like we did

+ I'm walking on some street, come to a stop light, waiting for the go indicator, and I see two guys I worked with (AM and Ch. from [company "B"]), and say s.l. "hey the guys from 'B'!").

+ LD #157
I'm in my childhood home living room, it's dark/night, I suspect a dream, then I see an unknown short old man in flowing robes walking quickly towards the front door as if he just came downstairs and I decide (perhaps with nose pinch), yes, lucid dreaming again. I head to the sliding glass door and open it and walk out on to the deck. The night sky is filled with silvery moon-lit clouds. I see some patterns in the sky that look sort of like faces. I just stand there looking up at the sky in awe for several moments. At some point I hear a screech coming from the stairs, I decide to try TOTM advanced (i) and crumple the scene. I hold my arms up to the sky and start making gathering motions, but I feel no physical traction, don't notice anything visually changing, then I decide I really should go investigate what's going on upstairs. I run for the stairs and I take out and ignite my lightsaber, which shows a weak translucent beam that is lighting up the wall in a jumping around pattern as I run up the stairs. Decide no, switch to physical sword, so I "reach for the hilt" and "draw" it expecting it to be there. It's dark and I vaguely see a blade before me, I reach up my right hand and pinch the blade and feel it to verify its presence. I'm with some friend and we run in to my parents bedroom, and my parents are there and my mom and I trade sword blows for a while.

wake, recall, BTS:

later, vague short scenes, in and out of sleep:

+ in a house, strange small creature pets crawling into holes, brightly colored huge grasshoppers/shrimps(?) clustered under the slats on the deck

+ clearing out my room (at music camp?)

+ a guy's criticizing my chess, my moves were strong then suddenly (on move 16?) I started playing poorly, my explanation was that I was late with my wife to a party and so had to offer a draw instead of playing on for the win.

+ see two owls: first one owl (outside childhood home?), then it sees me and it flies to its nest which is in my childhood home garage? I think these owls perhaps ate the little lizard pet from the earlier scene and that's why nobody can find it

+ (f) with ex-gf SB, her face close to mine, kissing her forehead

+ some girls are coming to visit. I had to remove all the centerfolds I had put up inside the cabinets. I hope I did. We're walking through and I open the cabinets carefully and see I did remove them, and feel relief.

This feels like only the beginning of a story arc. I'm going to tell this dream in two parts, the first was a dream from my adolescent journal, the second was from adulthood. I never had much interest at all in samurai and Japanese maritime culture, as I've mentioned in my other journals, and yet this theme keeps returning with vengeance. I'm always sabotaging the plans of aliens I meet as well, benevolent and malevolent alike.

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Dream #1 - May 2008

The beginnings of the dream are blurred. I was running. I don't know why and I don't know where I was going. A few other escapees fled with me. It was important that they didn't see us. I knew it would only be minutes before they appeared. We arrived at the river bank in my home town. Perfect, this was my turf, I knew how to blend in. It was as my friend as me where we should go, when a group of our pursuers appeared from around a corner. One of them was dressed in the armour of a samurai, but I somehow doubted that that's what he truly was. Despite the fact that we were enemies, I couldn't help sensing that we had a mutual understanding of each other. I was worried that could play to my disadvantage, but luckily they did not see us.

The dream shifted and I was a soldier fighting an uphill battle. Neither side was gaining ground and we were both gradually losing troops. We managed to take the school on the hill top which was overlooking the ocean and the enemy's home islands. A flying saucer sat silently nearby. I entered to find a man I knew well. He was one of our enemies and despite claiming that he wanted peace, he was only after victory. He told me that he was going to take any people who wanted to leave to his land where they would have a much better life. I didn't believe him and quickly left.

I walked through the environment until suddenly I realised that the Samurai was behind me. We both drew our swords, prepared to fight, and the battle began. I had trained hard for this but his skills were incredible. He was fast but strong and could predict my moves before I made them. I could barely defend myself from his blows. I decided to use my ability, and suddenly turned invisible. Even though he could not see me, he still managed to block every single one of my attacks all while lecturing me on 'fighting dirty'. I kept up the barrage without success.

It was then that he brought his leg up and attempted to kick me in the stomach. He knew that if I bled I couldn't remain invisible! He kicked at me again and again until eventually I flinched long enough for him to draw his dagger and plunge it into my side. The invisibility fell. I removed the dagger and broke into a run, realising that I couldn't win. I dashed up an embankment, turning invisible again in an attempt to flee.
"So predictable," I heard him say aloud as he followed. I looked down at my hands and realised that the invisibility was no longer working. I reached the top of the embankment and climbed up onto a balcony, hoping he would run past below and I would be able to slip away, but he knew exactly where I was. He stood beneath me and looked up. I expected him to continue his attack, but he stopped, nodded in acknowledgement, and then walked away.

I ran back to the alien saucer and slipped into the control room. The man's plans were the crash the ship into the school with dozens of my own people aboard. I changed its pre-flight path to the enemy island and ran into the cabin to drag my friends off this suicide ship. When I told them what I knew they didn't believe me. I could hear the countdown in the background and they still refused to move, so I pushed them off. I pulled the man into a headlock and leapt off the saucer as it rose into the air and promptly smashed into the island. My people cheered, but in all the confusion, the man had escaped again.

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Remember the Japanese whaling ships from the Temple of Apollo and the small dream-town in Tasmania? It gets relevant.

Dream 2 - November 2015

I was in a darkened building with many others. The dream was hazy and indistinct, and then suddenly I realised that I was in a single room alone and the visuals became very crisp and focused. This whole house was mine. The room was empty, but the moments sitting in silence without distractions fixed my cohesion. I was aware that people may be able to see me through the huge windows. I went to close the blinds, but then changed my mind, and pushed out through the doors. The call to adventure was answered.

I was living opposite the city cemetery. It was night time, but I could see clearly. I wandered the dream world for a while, speaking to my friends and investigating the detailed houses that lined the street. As I wandered, I eventually came to a sunlit park full of people. Some wandered the paths and some sat on the benches, enjoying the beautiful weather.

The dream transitioned while I was here. I found myself on a steep, grassy hillside and knew instantly that I have been moved. I tried to right myself and teleport back, but I could not change location. I looked up towards the top of the bluff. A samurai was waiting for me. I walked up to him, and he turned around in silence, leading me over the crest of the hill. On the cliff-side above us were vast rock paintings left here from a previous civilisation. There were humans mingling with winged bird-like creatures. They reminded me of djinn from Sumerian mythology. I looked around, amazed at the vividness of my surroundings.

The samurai led along the bluff until a small Japanese town came into view. It is nestled along the coast line, a fishing village. There were a few high-rise buildings constructed out of bamboo and light materials. I asked him what one of the buildings was for and he said that it was a place for doctors. I could see people awakening on Japanese-style futons within the rooms, and others receiving massage treatment from practitioners. I did not know much about their culture, but felt blessed to have such an excellent guide. He took me down into the town. We passed by the open doorways of peoples' homes. The townsfolk here were all wary of me. I stopped in the middle of a complex of washing lines, quite content with the idea of living here and becoming a part of the town. Sheets billow in the breeze, suspended all around me. I am introduced to a wise old man, who speaks with the samurai, and a strangely familiar male youth comes out to join us.

The dream fades and changes. One rather mundane dream in between I have omitted. I wish it had all ended there, and not in the way it does. I am on an airport runway, walking back to the terminal. My family is here, but they are like puppets; intangible, not at all right. They don't fit in with the scene. It is more solid than they are. They rush ahead, and then return, changing my direction.
"We're going the wrong way," I say.
"No, no. We are going to get on this plane," they say as a single unit. I start following them, but become so sluggish. Movement is so difficult. I am drained of energy, my feet begin to drag, my speech is slurred. One of the flight assistants opens the tape so I may step past. My family were faders in comparison and I cannot see them now. I try to say something, but I am so groggy, and fall away fatigued. My energy is gone. I have been fooled, but am not even allowed to see the face of my attacker.

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Dream 3 - December 2015

Only a fragment from a larger, hazy dream. My friends invited me to their cabins, but I arrive and realise it was only a gesture and that they weren't really interested in spending time with me. I leave and along my way, I encounter the Samurai again. This dream is not like the others. It is not vivid, and feels more like a normal subconscious dream. A montage plays out. I am male, and have been training with him for many months. I have been wearing heavy armour that he bestowed upon me throughout our training. It looks very fierce, with spikes lining the leg guards and pauldrons. It is impractical and actually inhibits my abilities, but I persist. My talents develop, and when I eventually remove the armour, I am stronger than ever.

I am myself again. We are walking down a street together in silence.
'I am dreaming!' I suddenly think to myself excitedly, but the dream is too hazy and unstable, and it is lost.

I went to bed at midnight and just got out (09:30), though I've been awake for a while longer.

Fragments
» I am enormously pissed off at my mom. I don't recall what the reason is specifically, but I say the most awful things to her.

» I'm with my thesis supervisor. It's a white woman. We're talking about the research that I want to do. She tells me I shouldn't pick such a narrow topic, but keep my options open a bit more. Overall she doesn't seem too enthusiastic about the research proposal for my thesis.

» I've joined my best friend to what seems to be her university. She has her own desk in a big communal office space. She's a student, but I suppose a bit more than a regular student, as this is a privilege which is mostly kept for teachers. I think the idea was for her to work on her thesis. After a while I take her spot and start working on my thesis. I'm thinking about the topic and considering some things.

» I'm a spectator. I see Patrick on his sports motorcycle, performing a jump on some grassy hills in a park or something alike. As soon as he lands, he loses control a little bit, but he manages to regain it. Someone asks him something. Perhaps if he has done it before. It sounds a bit accusing, like a mom would do if you did something dangerous. He claims he didn't.

» I'm at a house party. I'm not sure what happened anymore, but something tells me this would have been an interesting dream if I could recall more. I'm in a living room with a group of people. We're all a bit tipsy/drunk. I may have performed some magic.

» I'm on the beach of what seems a moderately deserted island. I'm with a woman and a kid I think, though I'm not sure. We don't really have anything to eat, so the woman decides it's best if we eat 'airfruit'. At first I think this is just a way of denying that we don't have anything to eat, but somehow some fruit appears from thin air. I think this dream had some details about the airfruit that made it really memorable. I should've written it down earlier though.

Jungle war
I'm on a tropical island that's not all too big. I'm on the side of a militia group. There's also another group on this island, though I haven't seen them. These groups are at war with each other. It's already dark and I'm in the jungle with a few men from the militia group. They are talking about exterminating the other group and conquering the island. Their talk makes me not want to be a part of their group anymore, as I don't like what they stand for. I'm not gonna tell them now though. A mission is about to start to destroy a building of the other group. It's a highrise building surrounded by a moat. A few man use something akin to the grappling hooks and swing back and forth like Spidey. I can't recall how anymore, but a fire starts on one of the upper floors, which seems big enough in size to be able to destroy the building in due time.

Odd adventure
I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is also in the living room. I'm extremely frustrated. There's a crack in my glasses, despite me being so careful with them. In this dream my glasses look like the glasses of Le Corbusier.

Totally not related, but someone feeling as if it's part of the same dream, I'm driving either a bicycle or a moped through a sort of small park. I pass a boy that I seem to know. Perhaps a friend of my little brother.

At some point I'm driving on a road parallel to a highway, definitely on a moped now. I'm on a bridge, but there's a major problem. A part of it has sagged enormously and is actually so low as to be below the waterline. The bridge doesn't appear to be broken though. It's more as if the bridge is insanely flexible. I find it highly inconvenient, as there is no way that my moped's engine is going to survive that much water, but it doesn't occur to me to turn around. I wanted to wait it out, but something has caused me to move forward past the point of no return. Knowing it's not gonna help, I try to go as fast as possible, in the futile hope of using my momentum to get to the other side. I don't think it worked.

Vivid printing
I'm standing near a big printer, the type they have at the university. I don't recall there being anyone else. My document is being printed. It's a document that I have highlighted with a different colour on every page; blue, green, etc. The highlights on the printed document are very vivid, as if I used an actual marker after printing. Some pages have an excessive amount of highlights. There's a page where every single word is highlighted. I try to be quick about it. I don't want someone to catch me while I'm printing with this many highlights. I think my reasoning has to do with excessive use of ink. I try to put the pages in the correct order, but I drop a few. I pick them up and try again. It feels as if the ink is still wet, but there are no smudges anywhere.

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Testing 123

Alcohol: 1.5 oz port before bed.
Alarm @ 0400
Bed @ 2210

Woke @ 0150 due to baby. Took B. No recall (on the tip of my brain ...)
Woke @ 0230. Woke @ 0300.

Defending from shape shifters
I'm in a small house defending myself (and maybe others) from some shape-shifters. I'm in a small hallway facing the front door; the kitchen is to my left. Now I'm squeezing some kind of translucent brown goo I got from the kitchen into the lock to stop them from squeezing through and getting into the house. Now I'm somewhere in an airport doing something similar. A bunch of people are around me. This time it's not going so well - there are too many entry points and I'm not going to be able to save everyone.

Fragment: I'm at "home" trying to find the source of a sound. It seems to be outside. As I'm hunting for it, I step on something sharp.

BTB @ 0330 (killed alarm). Woke @ 0800 (a full two hours after I'd expected to be woken by my wife's alarm)

A trip with Ben
I'm being driven through a city by Ben. We're at a traffic light trying to turn left. We have a green arrow, but other cars keep coming across the intersection. By the time they finish, we've lost the arrow. Now we're in a convenience store looking at a rack of random products. I'm not sure what this next part means ...He says that cars for 2 are always bad, but 3 are OK. Now I'm near the store's exit, where I find a large platter of weird cheap sandwiches. I call attention to them, thinking that they're kind of amusing, but Alex actually likes their look more than I expected. He calls over Bob; but by the time we get there, others have taken them all and alerted the staff that they need to make more. Oh well.

Now I'm with Ben in a house where we'll stay for the night. The house is "homely." It's dark inside with older furniture, but it's well cared for. Stairs in the corner go up to the second floor where the rooms are. The place is run by a kind old woman. She has some long term residents and others, like us, who are just staying the right. There are a lot more people than bathrooms, and I wonder what the bathroom etiquette is. We tell her that we have to go into city tomorrow, and she suggests that we could sell the car for some money. Annoyingly, she says that she could actually solve our problems for us; but that if she started solving people's problems, where would she stop? How would she decide who to help and who not to?


School with Mike
I'm in the girls' room talking with Mike and Chris (over the phone?) about school work. I've been given a transparency and a dry-erase marker and am expected to write a short report/story on it. Unfortunately, there's already some stuff on the sheet, so I'm having to write above / around it. The original writing is in brown; I'm surprised to see that I'm writing in red. I ask if I can type these up in the future and just print on a transparency, but he's a bit old-fashioned and doesn't like the idea. He justifies his dislike by saying that, though most people know who I'm writing about this time, most of my future reports will be on people that no one knows about. I finish my report. It's about something Ben did 20 years ago, carrying <a guy> around while trying to figure out what present to get <the guy>. I hand it back to Mike with some trepidation - he's known to be a fearsome grader - and I'm excited when he writes A+ on it. Now I have a cotton ball stuck to my foot. There's something about a little felt house.


Fragment: I'm walking along a waterfront in a covered walkway. The water is to my right, and a building is to my left. It's a beautiful day. I have to be careful as this is a hostile area and small fights are breaking out all around me.

Not surprised I didn't have great recall, I was so shattered from yesterday.

Dream 1 - Monster Face
I don't really understand this dream.. But there were people who had swollen faces. The shape of their faces were determined by how they had been killed. Usually you buy/hire them since they're hard to create (like a summoned monster in a game or something), yet I managed to create one. I used a thin and short stapler to slam it into the face of the person I was getting revenge against. Over and over I beat him until he died, there were long red marks on his face from where I'd hit him.
I'm quite confused about the order of events in this dream... But the Monster Face that I had created came from the corpse of this dead guy I beat up, and the elongate marks swelled up to form these disgustingly absolutely revolting bubbly protrusions all over his face. I have to hand him in for some reason, and sell him off to the buy/hire store for these monsters. I put down a DVD case which has the monster face stored inside it (like data storage I guess). A man notices the power of my monster face and offers to hire it, though not straight away. He instead wants to wait a month since it isn't good to hire a fresh monster face too soon for some reason.

Dream experience: 4 (vivid)
Dream awareness: 0 (not really aware at all)

Dream 2 - Rugby
Something about rugby, there were rugby players around and some well-known All Blacks.

I tried pretty hard to remember that rugby dream but I just couldn't commit it to memory >_<

I have a distinct memory of having a short lucid, but it was too short to achieve anything in. I think it happened as I was falling asleep and I just kind of slipped into a dream :/